i probably did sixty times but it still makes me happy

I did it.

Put me on the list, I’m a sinner.

Irina Katsuki-Nikiforov is starting to go grey, and Yuri has no sympathy for her even though she has made a point of pulling the little silver hairs out of her head and waving them in his face.

“I’M DYING,” she screeches, always Viktor’s daughter even though she could be a Katsudon-clone.

“We’re all dying,” Otabek says into his teacup, and squints harder at the squirrel in the tree outside the window. Otabek and that squirrel have been engaged in a battle of wills for so long that it might now be Otabek and that squirrel’s grandson. “Some of us at a faster rate than others.”

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Brother For Sale

I thought I wanted a little brother. When I was a stupid six year old.

Now I’m nine, a lot smarter, and I realized I made a huge mistake.

Tommy is the worst. The absolute worst. I hate him. It wasn’t so bad when he was a baby. He cried a lot but it was super cool to say I was a sister. All my friends thought he was super cute too.

It’s when he stopped being cute and starting being annoying.

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hey! i love ur writing, and do you think you could do a porn star au? i'll love you forever!

can you please write one where they do the do in a public place?

ahhhhh thank u sm!! 

Eleven hours. London to LAX. Dan is traveling to L.A. on a business trip, and as it happens, Phil is doing the same.

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White Knight // Stiles

Summary: The reader has an encounter with someone that made you scared, anxious and dirty since the day you first saw him. You’re haunted by the memories and the guilt of not telling Stiles but what happens when in daylight that man comes back? With the discovery of the event by Stiles and Scott how will the situation go?

Characters: Stiles x Reader, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall

Words: 1958

Disclaimer: We do not own Teen Wolf or the characters that appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, mention of rape (not detailed), angry Sheriff, angst, and fluff

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Requested: Yes by anon.

Tagging: At the end. Ask to be added or removed from any lists.

A/N: We both decided we weren’t able to do this request justice alone due to the graphic content of rape. We both agree to write it together and make is so the rape was in the past and not detailed at all. PLEASE REQUEST FOR FICS

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*Four Years Ago*

The night was colder than usual for the end of summer time. It was the last night before Freshmen year started and you were terrified. It was the first year of high school and you were walking from one of your friends houses, it was Beacon Hills. The crime rate was low so you were trusted to walk the short distance home.

You stopped looking back feeling the hairs on your skin stand up. You shook it off before continuing the distance home. You were humming trying to keep your mind occupied when you felt that eerie feeling again. You turned seeing a shadow moving but you once more brushed it off.

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the parent trap pt9 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (9/12)

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Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. what happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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Kevin shook his head at (Y/N)’s drunken state and tried to hold her up and guide her towards the elevators. He was thankful that she had arrived at the hotel late at night and therefore making it easier for her to blend with the crowd. Amelia watched on as Kevin scolded her mother for being so reckless and idiotic. Her uncle trailing behind her pulling everyone’s luggage with him.

“Jones, you are ridiculous. How much did you have to drink?” Kevin asked, trying to contain his laughter. He could remember the last time he had seen her drunk. It was when they were fifteen and Oliver Mantle threw a party, inviting the four of them over.

“Enough for me to not remember ever seeing him again.” she slurred.

Amelia looked up at her mother, giving her a small smile. She couldn’t possibly imagine how she was feeling. After all it had been ten years and a lot of things had happened.

Archie patted his daughter as he passed her. Greeting her with a good morning before following his rushing fiancée. He greeted her once again, pausing for a second wondering how she had gotten to the place before he had. Shrugging it off, he smiled at her before following Miranda again.

(Y/N) walked into the Lodge’s place, make up smudged from her crying. Instantly Hermione and Veronica sprinted over to the girl who held onto her two daughters as tightly as she could. Fearing that if she let go they would slip away. Hermione took both girls in to her own arms whilst Veronica held (Y/N) in her arms, letting the girl sob.

“I can’t imagine how tired you are of arguing.” Veronica said, pushing her crying friend’s hair out of her face “How about you and the twins stay here tonight? We have a girls night and then tomorrow I’ll talk to Archie and put him in his place?”

“I’ll tell you this now girls, my mom told it to me when I was your age. One day, whether you’re fourteen or sixty-five, you’ll meet someone who’ll start a fire in your heart that will never be able to die. However, the saddest and most awful truth you will ever come to find is that person is not always the one we spend the rest of our lives with. I’ve never forgotten it and I hope you girls never forget it too.”

It was mid afternoon before (Y/N) had managed to remove herself from her bed, her head pounding from the amount of alcohol she consumed the previous night. Aria had switched back with her sister, due to the fact the duo had missed their respective parents. She sat on the sofa in the room, waiting for her mum to get up and greet the day. Amelia had told her of the events that occurred the night before when the duo discreetly went to breakfast together, hidden away by their uncles.

“Morning, mum, how are you?” she asked, looking over at her freshly showered mother, who grinned at her as if the sun wasn’t completely blinding her.

“Aria or Amelia?” she asked, raising her eyebrow, trying to scan the girl’s face that was sat before her. “No, wait let me guess, Aria?”

“You got it right!” she grinned at her mother, standing up and jumping into her mother’s embrace. “I’ve missed you so much, mum!”

Amelia sat by the pool, next to her father, who seemed to be deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed and his brown eyes seemed to gaze off into the distance. He was so caught up in his own thoughts he managed to mute out Miranda’s rambling. She went on and on about how she hadn’t found a dress yet and whether Archie was willing to spend a lot and get her a dress made specially.

Betty and Veronica watched the red haired man from the opposite side of the pool, like the twins, the duo tried to make themselves discreet, not wanting them to be seen by their neighbour, who, by the looks of it, was not up for anything his bitchy fiancée was ranting on about. “Do you think he’s spotted us or Kevin yet?” Betty frowned, her eyebrows furrowing “He doesn’t look very happy.”

“Bet, he’s probably, no, hopefully, thinking about how he should just call the wedding off. Once he sees (Y/N), he’ll be blown away and have to cancel the wedding.”

Miranda scoffed as Archie, yet again, ignored her. “I’m going to the bar.”

She pushed herself up, nudging Amelia as she did so, making the young girl fall off the seat. She walked with a bounce in her stride, making both Betty and Veronica cringe.

“Is it illegal to side tackle her into the pool?” Jughead took the girls by surprise as he joined them by the poolside.

“It’s illegal to side tackle anyone, Juggy.” Betty spoke, trying to contain her laughter. “But you can try it if you want.”

(Y/N) sat at the bar, staring down at her drink feeling nauseated at the smell of the vodka. Though the smell of alcohol left her feeling nauseous, however she couldn’t help but feel comforted at her surroundings, knowing that it was the last place anyone would find her. After all, before last night, she hadn’t drank a drop of alcohol since Ollie Mantle’s house party.

“Excuse me, Sam, please can I have a coke instead?” (Y/N) smiled at the man behind the bar, who simply nodded and did as she had asked.

“Bartender, I’ll have a martini, thanks.” a voice broke the silence. It was three in the afternoon and she wasn’t expecting a lot of people at the bar at that time of day.

“Wallowing in self pity?” Miranda asked (Y/N) with disgust, neither women knowing about the other. “Your depressing vibe is ruining my mood, could you move out of the bar and into your own room?”

“Wouldn’t you be if you were about to see your ex-boyfriend after ten years?” (Y/N) retorted, already taking a disliking to the girl a few stools away from her. “I’ll have the bill, thank you Sam.”

Miranda watched the woman through the corner of her eyes, judging how she moved with elegance and grace. Instantly disliking her for being too pretentious. Miranda pondered about the woman. Her accent was fake, her hair was too shiny for normality. She didn’t know whether she disliked her for being too perfect or for the fact that she was day drinking. Miranda watched as the woman picked up the pen and signed her name in one unbroken motion.

“Wait a second.” Miranda burst out as (Y/N) attempted to gather her things together “You’re (Y/N) Jones, as in the (Y/N) Jones?”

“The one and only.”

“I’m such a huge fan, I saw one of your dresses in the June edition of Vogue. The lace pattern was breathtakingly beautiful.”

“Thank you?” (Y/N) was confused and it was clear, first this woman was basically insulting her, now she was her number one fan and she, quite frankly, couldn’t believe it.

“I’m actually getting married in a couple of months, maybe you could design my dress. It would be such an honour to wear something designed by you.”

(Y/N) scoffed, giving the younger woman a smile before walking off to find her daughters. She rushed up to her room quickly and changed out of her jeans and tee into something more tropical and suitable for the warm San Francisco sun. Throwing her hair up into a messy ponytail, the woman entered the lift only to find Archie Andrews already inside. Her mouth fell open as her eyes caught his. He hadn’t recognised her due to the fact her most of her face was hidden behind her glasses. (Y/N) stood as still as she could, afraid that he would be able to recognise her if she moved. Although she knew he was expecting her, she was unsure whether she was ready to be civil with him.

The elevator music stopped suddenly and the moving motion stopped, causing (Y/N) to let out a groan. Only this would happen to her.

“What are you doing here?” Archie asked, his tone of voice angry, almost as if he wasn’t expecting to see her.

“I’m here to bring Aria back home.” she retorted “Instead of moaning, press the stupid emergency button and get us out of here. I’m not here to argue.”

“Well, I am.”

“Archie Andrews, stop being so bloody childish. We’re not sixteen anymore.”

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“Your hair is so soft…” 

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “And you are so drunk.” 

“Tipsy,” he corrected.

Shaking her head, a fond smile upturning her lips, she watched as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. It was longer than it’d been the last time she saw him. After spending two years abroad, she’d returned to the States feeling stronger, happier, and more confident in herself. She also returned to find out Damon and Elena had broken up. Elena had moved to Boston for medical school while Damon remained behind, playing surly uncle to Caroline’s daughters. 

With a gentle sigh, she rubbed her fingers over his forehead and back through his hair. She wasn’t sure when he’d put his head in her lap, but it was strangely comfortable. In the time she’d been away, she and Damon talked often. Days would pass where all they would do was text back and forth, about anything and everything, and then suddenly, she’d call or he would and they’d spend hours on the phone. Talking about life as a human now, about where she’d been or where she should visit next. In a way, it felt like he was on that journey with her, so entwined with her life as he was. Which was why she was surprised to hear that he and Elena had broken up more than a month ago. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

He sighed, long and loud. “About what?” 

She cocked her head. “Seriously?” 

“What’s there to say?” 

“I don’t know… The love of your life packed up and left. I thought you’d have a few things to say, or ask. Like, ‘how do I get her back, Bonnie?’” 

Continuing to stroke his fingers through the tails of her hair, he shook his head. “It was a long time coming.” 

“Since when?” Her brow furrowed. “You never mentioned anything.” 

“No? I didn’t slip how unhappy we were getting into one of our four-hour-long conversations?” 

“I think I would’ve remembered…” 

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Control (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,403

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you accidentally text the wrong number for advice. The guy on the other end of the phone is abrupt, harsh and kind of an ass - but he also happens to be right. Which explains why you keep texting him. Right?

Originally posted by j-miki

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20 Questions for Ed Sheeran, January 25, 2017.
  • Interviewer: What's the most exciting thing in life right now?
  • Ed: Uh, the new album. Coming out third of March.
  • Interviewer: What are you completely tired of right now?
  • Ed: Uhh... I dunno. Walking Dead. I can't seem to get into it. I'm on season four and it's just, I haven't-
  • Interviewer: I'm there as well! Which episode are you on right now?
  • Ed: I'm on like episode five? They're all ill and they're coughing up blood, and-
  • Interviewer: Oh, yeah. It gets better though. Keep on watching it bro.
  • Ed: See, everyone's been saying that, but I've watched like sixty episodes now, and I'm like, I can't quite... so yeah, I'm trying to get through it.
  • Interviewer: What song took you the least amount of time to write?
  • Ed: Thinking Out Loud.
  • Interviewer: What's the first thing that you do when you get an idea for a song?
  • Ed: Uhh, I shut the doors and go away from people.
  • Interviewer: If you could teach one subject at a school, what would it be?
  • Ed: Music. I'm actually going back to teach music at my old school soon.
  • Interviewer: Beautiful, I like that. Did you ever have detention during growing up and going to school?
  • Ed: 'Course, all the time.
  • Interviewer: All the time? Every day?
  • Ed: All the time.
  • Interviewer: What's your favorite drink?
  • Ed: Uhhh... beer. Ale. Like ale. Good, good English ale. Does Finland do good ale?
  • Interviewer: I don't know about that. Not so good. It's okay, but I think it's better in England.
  • Ed: Yeah. You can't drink too much of it though 'cause it's so heavy, it just, I just fall asleep. So I have three and I fall asleep. But the first one is like... glorious.
  • Interviewer: What's your favorite food?
  • Ed: ...Fish and chips? I reckon. Fish and chips. If you give me a fish and chips and an ale, pfft, game over. That's my day.
  • Interviewer: That's perfect. That's heaven. What's one thing you need to have in your fridge always? No matter what-
  • Ed: Ketchup.
  • Interviewer: Ketchup? With fish and chips.
  • Ed: I've actually refused to eat fish and chips when there wasn't any ketchup. I just think it's a travesty.
  • Interviewer: I get that. What's your favorite movie of all time?
  • Ed: Goodfellas.
  • Interviewer: Oh that's a good one. Classic. Favorite TV show?
  • Ed: A show called Love/Hate actually. It's an Irish TV show, like Gangland Dublin. It's amazing.
  • Interviewer: What's the funniest thing you've ever read about yourself on the internet?
  • Ed: That I introduced Adele and her husband Simon. Um, 'cause I do - I now - know them, but like when that came out I, well I'd met Adele, but I'd never met Simon. So I don't know how I could've introduced them.
  • Interviewer: Would you love to work with Adele?
  • Ed: Yeah. I don't think anyone's going to work with Adele. I think Adele kind of doesn't want to work with anyone. I think she does her own thing. So yeah, I think I'd say yes but I don't think it would ever happen.
  • Interviewer: What's the best way to relax for Ed Sheeran?
  • Ed: Sleep. Always a good way, yeah.
  • Interviewer: That's what I do as well. Name one thing you can't live without.
  • Ed: Um. My cats.
  • Interviewer: How many cats do you have?
  • Ed: Two. And they're GREAT.
  • Interviewer: Are you thinking about getting a third one?
  • Ed: I think it'd be unfair. They're sisters, so if you add another cat into the mix it might get weird.
  • Interviewer: What scares you the most?
  • Ed: Uh, heights. Yeah.
  • Interviewer: Me too, I'm afraid of heights. Have you ever done a bungee jump?
  • Ed: I did, yeah. I hated it. Have you done it?
  • Interviewer: Really, you did it?! So you've probably beat that then.
  • Ed: No, no it's made it even worse. Even worse, yeah. Never do it.
  • Interviewer: Really? Okay, I'm not gonna do it then. Thanks for the tip man.
  • Ed: Oh god, I'm just remembering falling down that, like oh god, it was horrible.
  • Interviewer: What was your first job?
  • Ed: My first job, I worked in a pub. I washed, I did the washing up in a pub.
  • Interviewer: If you could travel to any place in the whole world, where would you go?
  • Ed: ...Iceland. Iceland again. I love, I love, I love Iceland.
  • Interviewer: So you've been there, like-?
  • Ed: Once. But it was one of the best places I've ever been to.
  • Interviewer: Have you ever been to Finland?
  • Ed: Yeah. I've been to Finland, yeah. I think I played a small show in Finland once.
  • Interviewer: If you were in a boyband, what would the band's name be?
  • Ed: Wrong Direction.
  • Interviewer: [Laughs] Wrong Direction, I love that. What's the best piece of advice you've ever received?
  • Ed: Always be nice to people.
  • Interviewer: That's cool. It works out every time. If you could work with any artist in the world, who would it be?
  • Ed: Beyonce. Beyonce. I have worked with her before, but not on an original song.
  • Interviewer: Could you name three things that make you happy right now? This Wednesday.
  • Ed: Uh, my cats. Pictures of my cats. And hearing about my cats. I like my cats. Three things.
  • Interviewer: [Laughs] What's the biggest no-no purchase you've ever bought?
  • Ed: No-no? Astin Martin. Astin Martin, yeah. I only drove it a couple of times.
  • Interviewer: Really?! How much was it?
  • Ed: It wasn't cheap. I feel like, I felt... I got it, and I felt cool. And then I felt like an idiot. I don't think sports cars are for me.
  • Interviewer: Do you still have it?
  • Ed: I do still have it, yeah. I let my manager's wife drive it. She uses it.
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Anonymous said: hiii kai! i love your posts, i was wondering if you could do a bts, exo and got7 reaction to you setting the oven on fire, like you just started cooking, but somehow you set fire?? (if you can’t do all three then you can choose one to do, i cant choose lol) thank you so much! love you! xoxo <3

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A/N finally the last one. this was so much fun to write, mainly because i can sympathize. i once had to wake my mom up because i set my eggs on fire. i dont know, all i know was i went to get my backpack for school, and i come back and my breakfast was then up in flames. lets just say my mom was not too happy with me that day.

love you too babe!



Suho would be having a heart attack due to the worry of your well being. He would be like a stressed mom. However, he would man up and step in to help you because you would be clueless as to how to put out a fire on a pan. After the fire was quickly extinguished, Suho would look to you and make sure that you didn’t gain any injuries from the scare. Afterwards he would ask you to never do that again, he already has nine (9) other children to look after, and he’s not sure if he’s gonna make it to sixty (60) due to the stress and worry he’s under everyday. He’s also worried if you’ll make it to sixty (60) because of how accident prone you are. But he still loves you to death, which might be more legit than you think. 

Suho: “Stop worrying me okay? I’m not sure how much more my heart can take. I’m serious Y/N, and I don’t know how much more luck you have left before you get seriously injured.”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


He would give you the ultimate judging look. And yes, it would be because he’s disappointed in you. How could you have only started cooking about two minutes ago, and you already set something on fire? He would leave it to you to deal with, thinking that this would be a good time for you to learn how to care for yourself while under the watchful eyes of your boyfriend making sure you don’t hurt yourself in the process. He would guide you in how to put out the fire. Afterwards he would cook for you while he has you sit in the living room so nothing else catches on fire and you don’t blow up the house.

Originally posted by fydokyungsoo


Lezz be honest, he would forget who he was with and the first things he would do is let out a string of swears. Then, Chanyeol would be a panicky mess. He would be so concerned for you that he would momentarily forget about the burning fire in your kitchen and would ask if you are hurt? Did you get burned? Should he take you to the hospital? You would need to remind him that there is a fire in your kitchen and you should probably handle the first before worrying about you. He would act quickly, mainly because he wants to tend to you as soon as possible. He would know what to do, and it would seem like it was him just using logic to put out the fire, not actual knowledge. Not that you would be complaining, after all he did just save your kitchen from burning down.

Originally posted by urbeautifulway


He would be in your shared bedroom working when you call him into the kitchen in fear of the fire in the pan. When he heard you scream his name he would bolt out of the desk chair and run into the kitchen to see you standing in the kitchen and the pan on fire. He would deal with the problem maturely, but ask you to leave the kitchen, not wanting you anywhere near the danger. He would know what to do because he knows weird random things like how to put out a kitchen fire in a matter of seconds. Afterwards he would chuckle lightly and kiss your nose while holding you closely saying that only you would know how to do something like that. But that’s something he loves about you. You always know how to keep him on his toes.

Xiumin: “Only you Jagi, but that’s what I love about you. You know how to keep me on my toes, don’t you?”

Originally posted by mniseokk


Lay would be the perfect person for a situation for this. He would be worried, but would be able to control himself until the flame is put out. He would then demand to look your arms and hands over to make sure you weren’t burned. If you were hurt he would also know immediately what to do, he would get the ointment and band aids or gauze if needed and would tend to them. If you aren’t hurt he would ask what happened, but wouldn’t be mad or upset, just simply wondering what happened. He would probably find this incident funny and would make a joke about thinking back to this moment when you two are old and bored, laughing at the thought. Then he would get embarrassed about admitting that he thinks of getting old with you.

Lay: “This will be a good moment to look back at when we’re old and sitting in our rocking chairs huh?”

Y/N: “So you think about us getting old together?”

Lay: “Well… … … Yes.”

Originally posted by fvck-kai


I love Chen, lemme just start with that. He would find this freakin’ hilarious. He would burst out laughing while you scurry around the kitchen trying to put out the fire. He would ask how you managed to set air on fire. He would then say something like, ‘Only I would be able to find a girlfriend that could set air on fire.’ You would probably end up getting pissed at his reaction to the fairly serious situation of having a fire blazing in your kitchen. Chen would then try to sober up and help out, though just proving to be a useless person in this situation. He would suggest throwing water on the flame, throwing a towel over the fire, or just turning off the stove, but you would know that water would simply spread the flame, the towel would catch on fire, and turning off the oven would simply not help at all. But you wouldn’t want to make him feel useless so you wouldn’t say anything and just grab salt and throw it on the flame. Chen would actually find this interesting and would ask why you threw salt on the flame, and the end of the day would turn into a learning session of how to put out certain flames for Chen. To which he would be greatful for.

Chen: “Oh, so I guess that suggestion to throw water on it was a bad idea huh?”

Originally posted by a--tom


Kai would also find this funny, he would tell you to relax and pull you to the side while he handles the flame. He would make sure you know what to do in this situation so in case this happens and he’s not around for you, you would know what to do. He would then offer to order take-out and watch a movie. He would pull you down on the couch with him while turning on the T.V. and calling the restaurant and ordering for you and him. He would then ask how your day was while stroking your hair to calm you after the fright of the fir, his arms tight around you and your head resting on his shoulder.

Originally posted by kaibility


Baekhyun seems like the type to react like Chen as well. He would approach the situation with a joking manner, but unlike Chen, Baek would know what to do and how to approach a oil fire. He would also make sure that you are okay and unharmed. However, he would be like Lay in the sense that this would be an event that he would look back upon with fond memories, maybe even going as far to joke about it being a story to tell the kids so they learn how to handle their first oil fire, but also not to be a bad cook like thier mother. However, when you point out that he just admitted that he thinks about your future together, Baek would simply shrug it off, not being embarrassed about that fact. In fact, it would fill him with happiness knowing that he actually met someone that he could actually picture his future with.

Originally posted by progamerbyun


Hah! Luhan kind of reminds me of my grandmother, with that sensitive and fretful personality. So I can see him getting very flustered over this. He would handle it, but wouldn’t utter a word to you. He would be upset with you for putting yourself in harms way.After the fire is out and he knows you’re unharmed, he would snap at you. He would scold you for being so clumsy, clumsy enough to set a fire on the stove. He would be pretty harsh about it. It would seem like he’s blaming you for being clumsy, but you both know that that’s just part of who you are. It would be hard to tell if he’s upset because he’s worried about you, or if he’s simply upset because he’s sick of dealing with your mistakes. It would come off as the latter reason, however that would not be the case at all. Luhan would never be upset over something so shallow. He would just be so worried about your well being that he would get upset at multiple things. First for him not being able to prevent things from happening to you, he would take it so far as being mad at the fire for starting in the first place, no matter how childish that may seem. If something messes with you, they mess with Luhan.

Originally posted by stackkay


Tao would not have time for this. He would get pissed that you actually had the audacity to set the kitchen of fire. He would blow this situation out of proportion and you think with how he was acting that you had set his mother on fire. However, he would of course, in the back of his mind, be concerned for your safety, but he would have you deal with the fire. If you didn’t know how to put out the fire, he would of course help, but he would make a big scene of it, sighing, complaining, cursing at the flame and the pan for starting this mess, and probably come at your cooking skills while he’s at it. In short, you would not hear the end of it, and he would not allow you to live it down for as long as you’re with him. In his mind you were asking for too much out of this relationship when you decided to set the kitchen and his dinner on fire.

Tao: “You’re asking for too much after you decided to set the kitchen and my dinner on fire. Y/N, how are you going to make this up to me?” *gif hinting at what he wants*

Originally posted by ztaohs


Lol, Sehun is gunna be an ass about this. He would believe that this event would be news worthy and would announce it to all of EXO. He would find it hilarious and would always bring up the incident whenever you’re in the kitchen like, ‘Lol, remember that time you set fire to the empty pan?’ or when you’re out to dinner and he gets his food he’d be like ‘Hmm, this reminds me of that time I was deprived of my dinner ‘cause someone decided to start a fire in the kitchen.’ or when he’s annoyed with you and being a brat to you and you complain about it he’d be like, ‘Well, maybe if you fed me properly and didn’t decide to start a camp fire in our kitchen, then maybe I wouldn’t be so moody.’ But like, it’s been two months now and you’ve made him plenty of dinners since then. Or before bed he would be like, ‘I can’t believe you actually decided to set fire to the kitchen rather than feed your own boyfriend.’ Or when he see’s a bubble tea while you two are walking down the street he’d be like, ‘You’re gonna buy me bubble tea, you at least owe me that after killing my dinner that night.’ But his favorite time to bring it up would be in front of the other members to see you get all flustered, because he’d never admit it, but he’d find it so adorable.

Sehun: *queue gif* “Hey guys, but you remember that time Y/N…”

Y/N: “SEHUN!!”

Originally posted by whenxoxosmilesunshines


He would simply be dumbfounded at how you could have possibly set nothing on fire in a such a short amount of time. Like, it was only a minute ago that you announced you were going to make dinner, and now suddenly there’s a fire in the middle of the pan with nothing in it. He wouldn’t care much about the fire, he would put it out with out barely even thinking about it. What he would care more about would be an answer as to how you managed to start a fire.

Kris: “How’d you do this? I mean, any normal person would have to try really hard to do this Y/N…”

Y/N: “I honestly don’t know. It just… Happened.”

Kris *chuckle*: “You’re one of a kind Jagi.”

(i love his smile! GOSH he’s so freakin’ handsome!!)

Originally posted by ngoctran83

A/N this was a cute reaction and i absolutely loved making Sehun’s ‘cause he’s such a brat, but like it love it ‘cause he can be sweet and lovable underneath it all <3 anyway, keep the requests coming peeps!


Dear Friend,

May 23, 2017

Part I
It’s been fourteen days since I’ve last written to you.
I’m very sorry for that. 
I’ve actually been really busy lately. 
I’m on vacation visiting my dear friend Marie. 
She’s the one that sends me letters in the mail. 
It’s been lovely staying with her. 
She’s made me feel at home: making me dinner, buying me gifts, and letting me do all the things I want to do. 
Lately we’ve been watching a lot of tv shows and movies and reading and writing. 
It’s a good feeling to be doing things you don’t usually do. 
It feels productive to me. 

I won’t tell you where I am, but I will tell you that I’m still in Texas. 
I’m a lot more north than usual so it’s very strange to be in a town that has sixty-seven degree weather at the moment. 
I’m really not used to it at all. 
I just checked the weather back home - it’s eighty-nine degrees and cloudy. 
I bet it’s really humid too. 
I wasn’t expecting it to be so cool here, so I didn’t pack any long sleeve clothing. 
It’s a wonderful feeling though, to be somewhere different and to not be in ninety degree weather for once.  
I like being a little cold.
I’d rather be shivering than sweating my ass off. 

I’ve been here for almost a week now. 
A part of me doesn’t want to go home, because for once I’m really happy.
But the other part of me knows that I can’t be here for long. 
I left my problems at home. 
I feel so stress free, not having to worry about them. 
Like the fact that my ex-boyfriend is going to Finland. 
Like the fact that he hasn’t paid our car; I took it away from him and now I have to get it repossessed; It’s going to ruin my credit, but it has to be done; I want to cut all ties with him.  
Like the fact that I don’t have to worry about work and seeing my case manager. 
Like the fact that I don’t have to do so many things for my parents. 
The only problems that traveled with me was my financial ones. 
I’m running out of money and this trip probably made that worse. 

I left the people who don’t care about me at home. 
Like Voldemort and other people that I thought I could call my friend. 
Like my friend Diana - She told my ex-boyfriend about Taylor after he and I went to Applebee’s with Josh and Sabrina one day. 
She was our waitress. 
She honestly had no right to do that and I don’t understand why she had to keep tabs on me for him. 
I found this out because one day, when my ex and I were fighting about the car, he had the audacity to bring up Taylor. 

He texted me,
“Hey. Be careful with your new boy. He’s been around the block. Just because we have animosity between us doesn’t mean I want you to get hurt. Don’t let your guard down. I had class with his twin. And if you think I’m doing this to mess with you, then you obviously don’t know me at all. All I’ve ever done for you is look out for you. Have a nice life.”  

This made me so upset. 
Diana had obviously told him about Taylor because she is the only person that still talks to my ex. 
It’s so sad that little does she not know that he did nothing but talk shit about her when she didn’t say goodbye to him before she left back to California. 
Now that she’s back, I thought she and I could be friends again; not after this stunt. 
My ex can have her and continue being a fake friend. 

I wanted to tell him so many things that he didn’t want to hear. 
I was so upset and hurt and in so much pain. 
Why does he have to keep up with me?
I don’t want him to keep up with me. 
It’s pathetic. 
I don’t give a shit about him anymore.
Why can’t he just not care about me just the same as I don’t.
Instead, he decides to stir the shit pot of emotions that I have locked up inside that want to come out.
I just want him to leave me alone. 
If he wants me to be happy, then he shouldn’t have left when I needed him the most, as a friend. 

I just left… Everything.
Even the people I do love and that love me back. 
Like my parents, Josh, Jenna, Angel, and Aaron.
That’s the only part of me that does want to go home. 
I want to go home to my family and my good friends. 
I miss them very much. 
They are my light. 
And I know I can go to them for anything. 
They keep me strong. 
I don’t know what I would do without them. 

Part II
This city I’m in - it reminds me of home. 
There isn’t much to do and there’s a lot of other cities next to this one.
So, if we decide to take a trip to some other town, it takes about twenty minutes. 

Like I said, there isn’t much to do, but we are making the most out of my time here. 
For example, just the other day, she and I decided to take a drive to a neighboring city to walk around the mall there. 
I bought myself a Dragonball Z statue of Teen Gohan from GameStop. 
It was an early birthday gift to myself - it’s a few weeks away. 
I also bought myself a a face serum from Sephora. 
We were at the mall for over an hour. 

When we were done window shopping, we rode to Best Buy so I could buy a new screen protector for my phone. 
I was lucky enough to find the last one there. 

Then, we went to Staples so Marie could buy some blue ink for her new pen. 
That’s also when I bought my first calligraphy pen. 
When she saw it, she said I had to buy it because I’m a “writer” now.
Am I?
So I bought it. 

Afterwards, we walked to a Barnes and Noble that was nearby. 
That’s when I bought my first journal. 
Marie said I should get it so I could write down all my thoughts. 
So, I did. 

Later, on our way back home, we stopped at a Panera Bread.
I had never been there before and Marie really wanted me to try it. 
I wanted to try something new, so I thought - why not?

She parked the car and turned to me.
“Do you want to take down your book so we can read when we’re done eating?”

“Yeah, sure. That sounds like a good idea,” I said, smiled, and continued. “Hey. I can take my journal too. Maybe I can write about what we’ve been doing today.”

“Oh my gosh. Yes. You should!”

With excitement, I grabbed my newly purchased journal and a book called The Reason by Lacey Sturm and walked into Panera Bread.
I’ve had the book for a good eight months now.
I haven’t bothered finishing it because I get so lazy.
I do hope to finish it soon. 

I walked in with Marie and was a little confused with the set-up.
They had kiosks on the side so people could order their food themselves. 

“Do you want to use these so we can look at the whole menu?” Marie asked and pointed at the high-tech looking kiosks. 

“Yeah. I know I’m probably going to take a long time deciding anyway.”
That comment ended up being very true. 
I didn’t know what I wanted to eat. 
I also didn’t want to try something too risky. 
But I also didn’t want to try something safe. 
I was so indecisive. 
There was so many options. 

After about five minutes of thoroughly navigating the menu on this ten inch screen, I figured out what I wanted to eat. 
I decided on a turkey and ham sandwich with a few vegetables and a cup of chicken noodle soup on the side. 
I also ordered a papaya green tea that turned out to be very delicious. 

Marie and I sat down by the window secluded from other people. 
In fact, we were alone for a good twenty minutes in the section we chose to sit at until some lady and her daughter decided to dine-in a few tables away.
It didn’t take long for our food to come out. 
Within ten minutes, an employee brought out our meals.
The sandwich waiting to be eaten by me looked so delicious and the soup was still steaming hot. 
I took my first bite of my panini - God, I was right. 
The soup was just as good. 

Marie got a turkey bacon club on a croissant bread with a broccoli and cheese soup. 
I didn’t try her sandwich but I did try her soup. 
It was sadly better than mine. 
I knew I should’ve gotten that one instead when I was being so indecisive at the kiosk. 
Didn’t matter; I enjoyed my meal nevertheless. 

When we finished our meals, Marie started reading a book called A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller and I started writing in my journal. 
I wrote about our day, which I have already mentioned to you earlier. 
Then I started to read the book that has been on chapter six for the past eight months.
I only read one chapter while I was there. 
I would’ve read more, but we had to leave if we wanted to take a walk at the park before sunset. 
So, I closed my book, took my journal with my first entry in it, and left with my best friend back to her apartment. 
I guess I should start calling it home.
For now…

Part III
I will admit that it feels a little strange to be so far away from home. 
I haven’t traveled alone (without family or a boyfriend) in about six years. 
The farthest I’ve driven alone was San Antonio when I wanted to visit my lesbian friend Renee. 

Irregardless of the fact that this city reminds me of home, it definitely doesn’t feel like it - I’m surprised I haven’t had an anxiety attack. 
As I said earlier…
I miss my parents. 
I miss my dog Zoey. 
And I miss my friends - especially Josh. 

I felt really bad that I left the day before his birthday. 
So, to make it up to him, (before I left) I bought him a cute birthday card and wrote him a note. 
I also wrote him a two page letter and sent him some money. 
I left it in my mailbox and thankfully it was delivered to him the next day. 
He was really happy and surprised to get something like that from me. 
He only read the card on his birthday. 
Josh said that he was scared to read the letter because he thought it said something bad, like that I was moving away for good and wasn’t going back. 
Thankfully, I don’t intend on that. 
I do want to go back home, eventually. 

Just yesterday, two days after his birthday, he finally read the letter. 
He thought it was really sweet and it made him smile a lot.
His girlfriend wanted to read it too, but he didn’t let her. 
She just read the card, and when she did she said to him, “Dude, I think Alex is in love with you.”
He laughed and said that we are only friends. 

I am in love with him…
But, I know I can never be with him. 
I’m just grateful to have him in my life as a wonderful friend than not at all. 
I care about him too much and I don’t know what I would do without him.
He’s always been there for me when I needed him. 
I couldn’t ask for anyone better. 
He makes me so happy, and he doesn’t even have to try.

I didn’t think the card was enough.
On my way over here, I stayed in San Antonio for a night because I didn’t want to drive straight here on the same day.
While I was there, I stopped at a few stores at North Star Mall. 
I went to this novelty shop called Think Geek. 
I found a lot of Rick and Morty stuff that I got for his birthday. 
I don’t plan on sending them to him, because I want to see his face when I give them to him. 
I also bought him an animated movie called Princess Mononoke and had it sent to his house. 
He just got it today.
He was so surprised. 

He texted me.
“Oh my god Alex! How many things did you buy me?”

I replied. 

“I got the movie. Thank you Alex. Oh my god.” He was obviously speechless. 

“Aww. Do you like it? Did it make you smile? It got there quick! I just ordered it on Sunday!”

“Yes. Of course! I love this movie.” 

“I got you a lot more things. But I won’t send them to you. I want to see you open them.”

“Oh my god. You’re insane.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” he confirmed.

That made my heart clench. 
He’s so cute. 
I missed him so much that I had to ask him if he could FaceTime me. 
We didn’t talk until late in the night because he was busy playing a raid on Destiny all day. 
So to kill time, I started watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I with Marie.  
In the middle of the movie he finally called me on FaceTime.
I paused the movie, walked to the blow up mattress that was behind me, and answered him. 

The phone took a while to connect us. 
After a moment of looking at a black screen, I saw his face for the first time in a few days. 
I know it seems pathetic of me to say that I missed it because I just saw him last week, but I can’t help but want to always see him. 
He was shirtless and I could see that he got a haircut. 
It looked nice and clean. 

“Hey Josh,” I said with a big smile. 

“Hey Alex,” he replied and mirrored my smile. 
His smile is so crooked and his teeth matched it just the same. 
He doesn’t like his smile, but that’s what I love the most about him.
Then it’s his eyes. 
He looks tired all the time, but somehow I’m attracted to that. 

“Your hair looks good! I like it.” 

“Oh. Thanks. The girl that was cutting my hair messed up the back. She was annoying me”

I couldn’t help but giggle.
“What? Why do you say that?”

“Because. She wouldn’t shut up. She just kept on talking and talking. She wouldn’t shut up!” He repeated. “I literally just wanted to tell her, ‘Bitch. Shut up and just cut my fucking hair.’”

I bursted out laughing!
Josh was on speaker so Marie heard what he said too. 
She was laughing just as hard as me. 
I couldn’t catch my breath. 
Then when I was just about to, I’d turn to Marie to catch her still laughing!
This, of course, made me laugh even more…

“Why are you laughing?” Josh asked.
He laughed and then continued, “If Marie is telling you things about me then you need to tell me. What did she say? Why are you laughing?” He repeated.

I took another moment to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.
“She didn’t say anything. We’re just laughing at what you said! It was so funny!”
My stomach started to hurt from all the shrieking giggles. 
It was the good kind of hurt though. 

“Alright. I guess Alex,” he said as he gave me that compelling stare of his. 

The rest of the conversation was mostly about his day and mine. 
Like what I’ve been doing lately while I’ve been away. 
I told him that I’ve been writing a lot - physical letters. 
I told him about my adventure to the neighboring city.
I told him how I’ve been feeling.  
And how Marie and I have been doing a lot of cute things together. 

He told me his girls weren’t there which was odd because it was a Monday. 
Usually, they are back by Sundays from the mom. 
He also mentioned that he got written up at work because someone decided to show up two hours late to cover his shift. 
The managers knew he wasn’t going in and this girl, the one that took over his shift, knew what time he had to work and decides to show up late.
Then he’s the one that gets written up?
I don’t see how that was fair. 

A few minutes later, the conversation started to die out.
We had nothing left to talk about.
Coincidentally, he got a phone call from his girlfriend. 
“Hey. Sabrina is calling me. I have to go.” Josh said in a rush. 

“Alright Josh. I’m glad we were able to talk tonight.”

“Me too Alex. I love you. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you too. Bye-bye.”

I hung up my phone with a smile. 
It wouldn’t go away. 
I almost forgot I was with Marie. 
She was quietly watching videos on Instagram on her phone. 
I got off from the air mattress and walked up to the empty chair by the bar. 
I looked at Marie, gave her a smile, and she gave me one right back. 
She didn’t say anything - she didn’t have to. 

I hovered my hand over the computer to press play as I asked her, “Are you ready?”

“Yas queen,” she said. 

We both laughed.
I pushed play and we continued to watch the magical world of Harry Potter until the night ended…

Part IV
I don’t know when I’ll be back home.
When I leave here, I plan on going to visit my friends in Austin. 
My good friend that would like to be referred to as Fisto Roboto said I could stay at his place for a few days. 
I asked him last week if I could go visit him and stay at his apartment.
He never replied, but the next day he sent me a Snap of him in a cap and gown.
It was graduation day for him.

I sent him a message on Snapchat.
“Oh my god. You look so freaking cute! Congrats! I hope you have a wonderful day.”

He replied.
“Thank you so much! I hope you have a great day too!”

I thought it was really strange that he sent me a photo on Snapchat, but not reply to my text the day before. 
Was he ignoring me?
Did he not want me visiting him?
I didn’t bother asking him again because I didn’t want to be annoying. 

To my surprise, a few days later, I noticed that my text never went through to him while I was at Panera Bread with Marie. 
That’s when I saw that my iMessage didn’t go through and my send button turned green. 

I decided to send him a message on Snapchat again.

“Hey! Is your phone not working? Or do you not have an iPhone anymore?”

“No iPhone,” he responded.

I felt a little relieved.
“Oh. No wonder. I texted you last week! I wanted to ask you something!”
“What is it?”

“I’m not sure if I should ask. I don’t want to be annoying.”

“Don’t be afraid to ask me something silly boy. Just say it.”

I got a little nervous as I typed out the words.
“Well. I texted you because I wanted to know what you’re doing the weekend of June 2nd.”

“Hmm. I don’t have any plans. What’s up?”

“I was hoping I could stay over for a few days if you weren’t busy. You can tell me no!”

“Haha. Yeah of course! You know you’re always welcomed here. On June 2nd, I’m free after 5:00pm. Now that I’m done with school I have a lot of free time.”

“Oh my gosh. Okay! That’s awesome! We can go to the arcade and go drink!”

“That sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Yes it does. Let me know if anything changes!”
I was already getting so excited to see him. 
Given our history, I’m expecting something to happen with him, but sadly, he has a girlfriend. 

“Alright. I will!”
The conversation ended there. 

Today, we continued that conversation.
I texted him.
“Fisto Roboto.”


“I just wanted to tell you that I hope you have a great day today!”
I like to send cute messages like that when I’m thinking about someone a lot.

“I hope you have a great day too!”

“Thank you!”

“Alex. When are you planning on staying?”
Oh no.
Something must have come up.
Why would he be asking me otherwise?
I knew it was too good to be true. 

“June 2nd! Why?? I can go a little before or after? My schedule is really flexible.”

“June 3rd and 4th: Campfire and wedding proposal to attend.”
I knew it. 
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stay.

“Oh! Alright. Should I go a few days before then? Maybe the 31st of May?”

“I’m saying you’re invited too, if you’d like to go. Haha.”

I dropped my jaw.
I was in utter shock. 
I couldn’t believe he was inviting me!
Why isn’t his girlfriend going? I thought. 

“Oh! Okay! That sounds so fun! I’ll go!”

He never replied after that.
I’m honestly really curious now to know if he’s still with his girlfriend or not. 
I’m anticipating so much to happen if he and I decide to go drinking and he somehow accidentally gets drunk.
I also wonder where I will sleep when I stay with him. 
I wonder if he’ll let me sleep on the same bed as him…
I don’t want to sleep on the pull out sofa-bed in his living room.
I like him a lot and think he’s so cute.
I know I won’t let the opportunity go pass by if it decides to be offered to me.
And by “it” I mean his body. 
It’s getting me excited just thinking about it. 
I want to be with him already. 
I guess I’ll have to wait and see what happens when the time comes. 

For now, I will continue to be stress-free.
For now, I will continue to have a good time with my best friend.
For now, I will continue to keep writing about my life. 
All these things are too calming for me to give them up. 
I need to take advantage of this moment, because I know when I get back home, all the problems that I left behind will still be there.
Waiting for me. 
Waiting to tear me apart again.

Love always,

I Don’t Dance - Story Repost

A/N: I’m feeling a little down on my writing, which led me to dig around in my fanfic folder, which led me to find this. It will be canon in my head until something else airs. :) 

Oliver Queen didn’t dance. He could vaguely remember dancing with his baby sister at a wedding reception when she still wore dresses that puffed out. During his partying days, he avoided the dance floor, preferring other…activities. After the island, he didn’t even like parties―only holding them and running a nightclub to hide his now worthwhile activities. According to some people, at least. The only wedding he’d been to since he stepped foot in Star City again was his best friend’s, and he spent most of it staring wishfully at him and his wife, swaying to the music while they stared into each other’s eyes, so full of love.

So why, tonight, did he have his arms around his new wife, leading her in their first dance together as husband and wife?

He didn’t really know. Couldn’t imagine how he finally figured out how to love a woman so much that he wanted to spend the rest of his days with her by his side. Couldn’t believe that she would actually want him by her side for another fifty years.

But he did. Somehow, some way, he did. They did. It hurt to think about how many rocky hills they had to climb before they reached the top of the mountain, but with their love for each other, they made it, and tonight, they were waving that flag from the mountain peak.

In a tux and a wedding dress.

The song that Thea picked out for them played on, but Oliver couldn’t hear or see anything but his wife. His wife. Tears filled his eyes as he thought of his younger self. Never would twenty-three-year-old Oliver Queen have imagined that eight years later he would be dancing with the most beautiful, kindest, gentlest woman on the face of the earth. The thirty-year-old version would’ve had a hard time imaging it.

Felicity twirled in her gown and then came back to rest her head on his chest. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“About you.”

“About how I hacked your phone to see where we’re taking the jet tonight?”


“I’m kidding. What exactly were you thinking about?”

“How if I could get Barry to take me back to seven or eight years ago, my younger self would never believe me if I told him what was happening right now.”

“My younger self wouldn’t believe it either. Getting married to a handsome man like you? I could go on but I already rambled about you enough in those embarrassing vows.”

He spun her around again and chuckled. “They made me cry.”

“Probably from embarrassment.”


“You have another sixty years with me, Mr. Queen. I will make it a point to embarrass you at least fifty times.”

This time when she twirled, he pulled her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face in her blonde hair and whispered, “As long as you’re with me for that long, I’d be okay with that.”

The song picked up, and Oliver pulled Felicity along to the beat. Several times, one of them stepped on the other’s feet. Personally he thought her heeled shoes had to hurt more than his normal ones did.

But didn’t that symbolize them? They had their missteps; sometimes those missteps felt like high heels had just been slammed down onto shoeless feet, and sometimes they were just little slips.

Nevertheless, they found each other again. They swept along to the music; they found a reason to dance together. Just like now.

Diggle, Thea, Barry, and the rest of the crew cheered as he lifted Felicity in the air and spun her in circles. She squealed and gripped his forearms, throwing her head back laughing as he rotated twice before setting her down.

The music reached the end, and Felicity pulled away just enough to look at him. And smile. “I love you, Oliver Queen.”

He dipped his forehead down against hers and allowed a moment to catch his bearings. Everything that she said moved him to tears, even the little ‘I love yous’ that he’d heard a million times. Her look of love that she’d given him since the very beginning made his body wilt. Somehow he caught this amazing woman who saw him not as he was, but who he could be.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

Felicity’s arms came around his neck and she laughed. “You brought a bullet-ridden laptop into my office, remember? I knew you had a good heart from the beginning. And after a little while, I knew that I could love you. And to answer your question…you loved me. That’s all you needed to do.”

He bit his lip and nodded. Nothing else could really come out. How could it?

“Hey.” Her hands slid down his cheeks, her voice soothing away any doubts he still had. “You deserve me, Oliver. Don’t tell yourself any different. I’m your partner for life now. And you’ll definitely have to get used to me giving you these kind of pep talks.”

This time he smiled at her. “I’d be okay with that.”

Their kiss was met with roars of approval. Most of the noise came from Diggle and Thea. Oliver smiled as her lips claimed his, holding him captive for just one last moment before the night flew by them in a flurry of dancing and partying. He loved her. He loved this woman.

As the night wore on, he danced with his sister, his new mother-in-law, and countless other girls whom he knew. He and Sara Lance even took a turn.

“I’m happy for you, Ollie. Really, really happy.”

“Thanks, Sara.” He spun her around twice, careful not to reinjure her broken wrist. “I’m happy too.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard you say that. And before…you weren’t really telling the truth. Because you weren’t really happy before then either. Your soul was looking for the right girl. And you found her.”

“Yeah.” His eyes travelled the room until he found her, laughing with Roy and Thea. By the mortified look on Roy’s face, it had to have been wildly disturbing. He chuckled. Poor Roy. Felicity could pack a punch when it came to distasteful comments. Part of the reason he loved her so. “Yeah, I did.”

Because he did. Oliver Queen, former party boy and ex-killer, had found his light. With her help, he became the Mayor of Star City. With her help, he became the Green Arrow. He became a better man with her by his side. She changed him. And if someone wanted to argue that changing into a different kind of vigilante wasn’t true change, he had one fact to give them: Oliver Queen didn’t dance.

But tonight, he did. Because Oliver Queen could dance. As long as it was with one girl.

Felicity Smoak.

Moving In (4/4)

It’s done! It’s taken over 6 months somehow, but my birthday gift for @annytecture is finally complete. <3 Feelings are resolved and declarations are made, and it is very CS.

Unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine. ~2400 words, rated T for some mild language, a bit of hinting at past relationships, and toothache-inducing fluff.

Also on Ao3.

Day 110

Finally. She finally found a way to quit working that soul-sucking schedule she’d been working for the last few months. Emma gave a sigh of relief as she exited hers and Mulan’s new office.

She had finally reached the point where she just couldn’t keep on with the schedule she’d had, and the sheriff’s department seemed no closer to hiring someone new.

She’d randomly run into Elsa and Mulan a few days ago, and it had been surprisingly pleasant. In spite of the initial awkwardness of the situation, Emma and Mulan fell into conversation quickly about work. Mulan mentioned that she was starting a private security and investigation agency and that she was looking for a partner, and Elsa had reminded her girlfriend that Emma worked in law enforcement. They’d met a few times since then and talked numbers, and they were ready to get to work.

She was just so excited and and relieved not to have to deal with sixty hour weeks except by choice. With one of Mulan’s contacts, they already had a fairly lucrative contract in the works.

Now to tell her friends.

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Sansukh Re-read Ch.7

Thorin made a special point of witnessing the lad’s celebration. Fíli and Kíli spent all their time gawking at Gimrís, and Frerin did naught but complain that he couldn’t drink the very fine spirit Bilbo had sent from the Shire for the occasion. Bifur was entertaining himself by walking through people. It was a very unnerving sight.

I love this. Thorin’s there to watch the celebration, Fíli and Kíli just want to stare at Gimrís, Frerin just wants to complain about not being able to drink, and Bifur’s having fun being dead and being able to walk through people. Different dwarves enjoy the celebration differently, and I love the variety.

“Thank you, Aunt Dís,” he said, dazed as he accepted it. The bag fell away to reveal a pair of very familiar throwing axes. He looked up, his eyes wide and white. She smiled.

“Fíli would like you to have them, no doubt,” she said.

I always have feels at this point. Years ago, when Gimli first started going to visit Dís, she couldn’t bear to part with Fíli or Kíli’s things, because the wound was too fresh. Now, it’s healed a little, at least it’s not as raw, and she can bear to part with something of Fíli’s because she knows it’s something Gimli would be able to put to good use, and Fíli would rather them be used than just sit in a closet somewhere.

The Ri Brothers had banded together and had made him a beautiful warm woollen travelling surcoat with a matching pair of trousers. The stitching around the edges was hardy and strong, and the colour was a warm rusty brown that made the red of his beard appear brighter. “Thank you!” Gimli said, and held it up to admire the gold thread interwoven through the edges.

Whenever they band together, they always do great things. Joining a quest, making fantastic traveling clothes, etc.

“Gimrís,” he said in awe. “You made this?”

She bristled. “What, are you calling me a liar?”

As much as I love their bickering, it sort of backfired in this case for Gimrís. She’s expecting their usual trade of loving insults, and instead Gimli’s honestly astonished at what a beautiful gift she’d made him and so she has to discuss feelings.

“Well,” she said, uncomfortable in his embrace, “I suppose you’re not completely awful.”

He rolled his eyes, and then he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Namadith. You’re not always a brat.”

“That’s as close as they’ll ever get, I suppose,” Mizim said with a sigh, dabbing at her eyes.

She’s probably not wrong about that.

A set o’ lungs on the bairn that echoed even in my ears!“

"Aye, and is that why you dropped him?” Glóin said, his eyebrow arching. Mizim folded her arms, her eyes glinting rather dangerously. Óin let go of Gimli’s shoulders like hot coals.

“Ah, er…”

“Óin dropped the baby?” said Bombur incredulously.

“Aye, right on his precious wee head. Lucky he’s a Dwarf, or it could have hurt him!”

“Lucky he landed on his head, you mean,” Gimrís said. “Did the floor tiles crack?”

Gimli scowled at her.

“He wouldn’t stop wriggling!” Óin said. “I hadn’t delivered a babby before. He was the first – I was nervous!”

This is my favorite thing ever. Óin getting drunk and embarrassing Gimli, with unwitting help from Mizim and Glóin, by talking about his birth. Gimli should be lucky that he lives in an Age before there were cameras, or the three of them would’ve probably been bringing out naked baby pictures.

“Poor little mite, dropped on his head - an’ Mizim swearin’ a blue streak an’ all, an’ Glóin about to faint wi’ first-time-father jitters,” Óin crooned, patting the mortified Gimli’s cheek. “Still, it didn’t faze him at all! He just roared at me some more, an’ when I picked him back up he straightaway soiled himself all down the front o’ my apron t’ teach me a lesson.”

Drunk Óin is hilarious.

Gimrís was trying in vain to muffle her snickers by biting down on her hand. Gimli scowled at her. “You wait til it’s your turn. Eight years, sister. Watch your back.”

“Aye, not long until you’ve reached your centenary, little lass,” said Glóin, smiling at her.

She tossed her head. “If you tell such stories about me, I’ll put an emetic in your food.”

I approve of Gimrís’ method of getting them to not tell embarrassing stories about her. Gimli’s probably regretting that he didn’t think up a suitable threat before this all happened.

“And I saw her first!” Fíli snapped. “Thorin, tell him to keep his grubby hands to himself!”

Thorin shook his head. “Not for all the world.”

“If you do,” Bifur added, his face alive with gladness, “I will knock out every one of your teeth.”

Again, I love Bifur. He’s not even alive anymore, and he still will do whatever’s in his power (although that’s not much considering he’s dead) to make sure Bofur gets his shot at happiness.

“Khuzd tada bijebî âysîthi mud oshmâkhî dhi zurkur ughvashâhu, oh, never thought I would live to see the day,” Bifur said happily.

“You didn’t,” said Fíli sourly.

“Oh, hush,” Thorin told his grousing nephews, a lump in his throat. “Bofur is falling in love, his dearest wish, and they have the time to be together. That is no small thing.”

Okay, even though Fíli only said it because he’s grumpy that someone else is with Gimrís, that’s hilarious. And Thorin looking at those two and seeing what could have been if he and Bilbo had just wised up sooner? All the feels.

Thorin ignored him with as much dignity as he could muster – which was a lot.

Understatement of the Age.

Glóin drew Mizim aside. “Did what I just think happened actually happen?”

“You’ve got eyes,” she said under her breath. “Yes, our daughter is diving headlong into courting faster than a dropped hammer, and you, you old bear, are going to respect her wishes and leave Bofur alone, d'you hear?”

“I wouldn’t hurt him!” he protested. “He’s of the Company! I’d just… I’d just scare him a little.”

Overprotective Papa Glóin is no match for his wife. Mizim won’t let him threaten Bofur and risk chasing him off. She probably noticed that he’s a little insecure about the fact that he’s older than Gimrís and knows that it wouldn’t take much ‘scaring’ to chase him off even if he does love Gimrís.

“About sixty, sixty-five so far,” said Náli, the old white-haired training-master.

“Too many,” Thorin whispered. “One Dwarf is too many, let alone sixty-five!”

Oh Balin, what are you doing? You’ve lost your mind, it’s like Thorin said, your love of tradition is getting the better of you. Don’t you remember Azanulbizar? Do you really want another battle like that?

“The Balrog,” Thorin spat.

Gimli’s shoulders tensed. “Aye, but what of Durin’s Bane?”

Many faces blanched, but several Dwarves scoffed loudly. “An ancient thing long turned to dust! We have naught to fear from old tales!”

You are all gonna be eating those words soon enough.

“Ori,” Thorin said helplessly, and then he scrubbed his face with his hands. “No, not Ori. Youngest of us all, little Ori in your knitted gloves… Ori, you are but a hundred and eleven! I cannot… Ori, in Moria, your brothers…”

I wonder, if Ori had realized how soon Nori would be dying, and how alone Dori would be, if he still would have agreed. On the one hand, it’s important to have a historian along on something like this. On the other hand, he’d be leaving Dori alone with no one to care for.

“Aye, well, my uncle is more than a little deep in his cups,” Gimli laughed, and clapped Lóni’s back. “Ask him again when he is sober!”

When he’s sober, he’s still interested. It’s a good thing Thorin talked you out of going too, though, or else the Fellowship would have ended differently.

Not long after Gimli’s nameday, Dwalin was completely blindsided by a proposal of courtship from his deputy, the stony, severe Orla. He had been so surprised he actually said yes.

Orla turning Dwalin’s world upside down and proposing to him is awesome. I can’t lie, though, she’s my favorite OC in Sansukh, so I think a lot of what she does is awesome.

One of Dwalin’s troops made the mistake of joking about the relationship.

No-one made that mistake ever again.

I wonder if Orla took care of it, Dwalin did, or if they teamed up to do it.

“Hello, my boy,” he said softly. “Hello Thorin, son of Dwalin.”

“Oh, you did not,” said Thorin in disgust.

Everyone wants to name their kids after you, Thorin, you need to get used to it.

“You bloody stupid noble twit,” were Nori’s first words to Thorin, and he lowered his head and laughed softly.

“Aye, guilty as charged. But at least I wasn’t killed over a rigged game of conkers.”

Nori dying because of a rigged game of conkers is hilarious! I mean, it’s sad he died, but just the reason for his death being /conkers/ of all things? That’s hilarious.

“Tashf!” Bifur snapped, and then launched himself at Nori and wrapped him in his arms. Nori gasped as all the air was knocked out of him.

“Mahal below, what the…” he choked.“Bifur, hang on a bleedin’ second, let a body get his breaf back…”

“He’s a little excited to see you,” said Fíli dryly.

“Nah, really? Do tell,” Nori managed.

“D'you think he’ll do that to each one of the Company as they arrive?” Kíli wondered.

“Yes,” Bifur said emphatically. “I will, and stop talking about me as if I weren’t here.”

“Wait a mo, he’s speaking in Westron…!”

“He does that now,” Kíli said. “It’s getting him to stop that’s the trick. Hello Nori!”

I love Bifur. I love their reactions to Bifur here, but I mostly just love Bifur and how enthusiastic he is to welcome all of his friends when they die.

Dead, yes. Retired? Never.

Best summary of Nori’s personality ever, in less than 5 words.

He wanted to know who that young whelp was, following Bilbo around like a lost puppy!

Thorin, you’re jealous of a little hobbit, calm down. Bilbo didn’t forget you.

The boy looked confused, as though hearing such things out of the mouths of adults was not something he was used to. “You… don’t mind me having a secret hiding place?”

“Heavens no, Frodo m'boy. I have so many secrets they positively leak out of my ears; why in the world would I mind you having secrets of your own? Come on, put your bags down, and let’s go see about elevensies, shall we?”

I love Bilbo and Frodo’s interactions, especially when Frodo’s this young. And Bilbo having so many secrets that they leak out of his pointed ears is an understatement, especially when you consider his secret love of Thorin and the Ring, among others.

“Rivendell!” Frodo took a step forward out from underneath Bilbo’s arm, his large blue eyes wide. “Do you think I will ever see it?”

Fascination with elves must be in the Baggins DNA. None of the other Bagginses leave the Shire, though, so only Bilbo and Frodo have discovered it.

“Yes, Uncle Bilbo!” Frodo said with one last longing look at Rivendell, before racing down the corridor. Thorin’s lips parted on a soft breath of surprise.

Then he berated himself for an idiot and a fool.

“An uncle?” He turned to Bilbo. “I didn’t know you had siblings. How could I not know that about you?”

He was a little disconcerted. Thorin wanted to know everything about Bilbo. Everything. He could not fulfil his promise otherwise.

Your married is showing again, Thorin. Also, just be glad you don’t have Frerin or one of the others with you this time, or they would’ve teased you so much about being jealous of the little hobbit.

He’d long grown used to seeing Bilbo’s proficiency in the kitchen, though it never failed to make his mouth quirk. Why was one blade so different to another? Perhaps he should have suggested that the Burglar dice his enemies.

That actually might have helped Bilbo learn to use the sword. Just describe different food preparation techniques and have Bilbo act them out with the sword.

Thorin smiled to himself. “Even stubborn, blind, arrogant Dwarves.”

“Even idiots with their great heads stuffed firmly up their backsides,” added Bilbo, his mouth twitching. Thorin started in surprise, and then shook his head, laughing softly beneath his breath.

“Blasted creature.” How he wished… oh, how he wished. His arms ached to hold the infuriating little Burglar. He wanted to touch Bilbo’s curly hair, and to feel those nimble little hands against the nape of his neck. He longed to kiss that quick and clever mouth, to nip that sharp tongue with his teeth. “Blasted, ridiculous, absurd Hobbit.”

As funny as this is, it also has all the feels.

“If I gave you a beard, would you leave me alone?!”

Mahal’s resorting to bribery, the plan to be annoying is working a bit more quickly than I’d suspected. Then again, it’s best to never underestimate dwarves.

Begin Again: Chapter 4

A/N: aaaaaaaaaand it’s back! I owe a thousand apologies for being so fucking lazy with this series, I have no excuses except that time period where I was shooting out one shots as they came to mind. I made this part longer to make up for it and things start to pick up from here. Also - I love the idea of Bruce and Bucky being bros? So this chapter gets kind of deep with them but I just like the idea of them being friends in general? Feedback’s totally appreciated, I love reading the replies you guys leave and I hope this makes up for the hiatus this series has been on xx

Word count: 2.4k

The clay pigeon exploded as soon as it reached the peak of its arc. You observed the shards falling to the floor of the shooting range, lowering your gun from behind the barrier. Tony gave clay pigeon shooting a whole new meaning.

‘Don’t you just shoot at paper targets?’

‘The CIA uses paper targets,’ Tony replied. ‘Competent people recognise that not all gunmen are going to stay still and give you time to shoot.’

Your eyes followed the next target; your bullet pierced it’s tail, catching it in the nick of time.

‘I’m gonna go for a drive later’, you grunted. ‘Haven’t been in the same building for three days since college.’

The automatic launcher chucked another three clay pigeons across the room; Tony shot three consecutive times from his gauntlet - all three were precise. 

‘I need me one of those,’ you muttered.

‘Shut up and use your gun like an adult.’

‘Feel like a baby compared to you.’

‘You can have one when you’re older,’ Tony snapped.

‘Aww, as old as you?’ you cooed sardonically. 

Tony shot down another target without even looking. ‘As old as Cap.’

‘A lot of surprises have come up, Stark,’ you warned. ‘For all you know, that could actually happen.’

‘God help us all,’ he murmured under his breath. ‘Why did I bring you here?’

‘Fuck if I know, I was gonna start season two of Attack on Titan.’

‘I meant in general,’ he stonily. 

You snickered and raised the rifle eye level, shooting only two out of three launched targets. You watched the shrapnel scatter.

‘So I was going through some of the data you got on your last recon mission,’ you started. 

Tony’s shoulders tensed.

‘You’re surprised I got through that security?’ you raised an eyebrow. ‘Anyway - does everyone know there are Hydra agents loose in New York?’

‘You sound like the narrator of a shit TV movie.’

‘Y’know, when people say clay pigeon shooting, they don’t mean actual clay pigeons.’

Tony rolled his eyes at your analogy.

‘I got creative,’ he deadpanned.

‘C’mon, Stark.’ You cleared your throat and put the safety on your gun like he had showed you. ‘Bucky wasn’t on that mission; did you tell him?’

‘Did I have to?’ 

‘I think he’d like to know if his previous captors are in the same city as he is.’

Tony leaned against the barrier, running his fingers over the scarring in the gauntlet; he had fixed the technical problems but now he just had to make it pretty again

‘That info doesn’t stay with me anymore,’ he shrugged, trying to play it off. ‘You’re the one who figured out how to find it, you should know. Dunno if you remember, but I answer to someone else now, not Steve.’ He blinked. ‘And yet I still pay for everything, what is with that?’ 

You sighed. ‘They won’t let you tell him.’

‘They were barely happy with me letting him into the compound - letting all of ‘em back. I can’t push it.’ 

You nodded. ‘Fair enough,’ you admitted. ‘And I’m guessing no one else wants to tell him in case he freaks out?’ 

‘Steve recommended no one say anything until we find them. Telling Barnes his captors are somewhere we can’t find doesn’t help anything, ‘specially not him.’ 

‘And when you do find them, what then? Will Ross allow you to go?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Will he try to arrest the others for intervening?’

I don’t know. Go shoot your pigeons.’

You decided to take some time alone outside of the compound; you drove on your bike for almost two hours in circles before pulling over on a quiet near-abandoned strip mall just outside of Queens. Few patrons were milling around, but shopkeepers were sitting outside of their stores mingling and sharing cigarettes and stories, taking advantage of the lack of business. You tucked your hands in the pockets of your jacket as you passed a group of particularly unruly men. Their eyes followed you as you entered a quiet coffee shop.

The floors were wooden, unpolished, scarred, and there was a suspicious-looking stain in the far corner coming from underneath the door that lead to the bathrooms. Dark walnut tables were scattered haphazardly, their mismatched chairs even more so. The walls were made of crumbling brick and decorated with peeling posters of famous films and musicians from the fifties and sixties. Some light bulbs were out, a few were flickering incessantly, and aside from a man standing behind the counter and another mopping the floor (staying quite far, you noticed, from the dark stain), you were alone.

You sat at the counter and ordered a black coffee, not in the mood for much else. You had stayed awake for a few hours with Bucky; when you couldn’t coax him back to sleep, you stayed awake playing card games with Parks and Recreation in the background. After calming him down, you found out that he had woken up from a nightmare (which you noticed were becoming more and more infrequent) and had failed to calm himself down, instead falling into a panic attack which Nat had helped him get out of. You had taken it upon yourself to keep him grounded in reality - where he was, who he was with … simple things to look forward to or be happy about.

Being around Bucky scared you. Because it was difficult, you were realising, to be friends with someone you wanted more from. You had thought you would be able to handle it if you admitted to yourself what you felt for him, that maybe coming clean to someone (even if that someone was you) would push some weight off your shoulders and allow you to move on. Only, it didn’t, and it was painful that you and Bucky had strict borders around your platonic relationship.

You got up and went to the bathroom to splash some water on your face.

Maybe Steve was right. Maybe your own insecurities and stubborness were what was holding you back.

Or maybe he was wrong and all Bucky needed was someone to hold his hand until he could walk on his own. Sure, the post-traumatic stress disorder would probably never completely go away but maybe Bucky was someone who was trying to learn to live with it on his own.

You turned to leave and as soon as you cracked the door open by a fraction, you spotted a man approaching the counter. He had dark brown eyes and a heavy jaw with a scar running from its corner down the column of his muscled neck. His jacket was black, hiding his bulky, well-muscled arms.

He put his hand on the back of your seat, leaned forward and, instead of ordering, gestured for the barista to come closer and muttered something unintelligible in his ear. The shop started to darken as the barista went to pull the blinds down and suddenly, the only light came from the reflection of sunlight on the silver coffee machines.

Your heart was beating erratically as you used all your willpower to stay still. Who were these men?

‘… cолдат был в течение почти двух месяцев.’

You narrowed your eyes. Солдат … you knew that word … Bucky mumbled it a lot in his sleep.

Солдат … Soldat. Soldier.

Bucky pushed the door to the lab open, disappointed when he realised that Bruce was here alone.

‘Is [Y/N] around?’

Bruce looked up from his blueprints, smirking slightly. ‘Out for the day.’

‘Oh,’ Bucky said trying to sound off-handed. ‘Is she …’

‘She’s fine,’ Bruce promised. ‘Just wanted to be on her own.’

Bucky nodded. He thought that you would tell him. But you weren’t together, you didn’t need to tell him if you were going anywhere …

‘You’re not as careful as you think you’re being.’

Bucky slipped out from his daze. ‘What?’ he blinked.

‘I don’t wanna pry but …’

Bucky blinked and he didn’t know what compelled him to do so but he said, ‘No … no, it’s okay.’

Bruce sighed and took his glasses off, fiddling with their arms. ‘If you’re trying to keep things platonic, it’s not working. You’re spending too much time with her, you’re trusting her with too much.’

Bucky narrowed his eyes. ‘You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing.’

‘Oh, it’s not,’ Bruce said skeptically. ‘It’s not. It is, however, if you want to keep a distance.’

Bucky frowned. ‘I don’t want that,’ he said. ‘And it doesn’t matter, it’s not like she … nothing’s going to happen anyway.’

‘You really believe that?’

Bucky shrugged like it was obvious. ‘She shouldn’t. I’ve got a lot of baggage. She doesn’t need to be dealing with that.’

‘She already is by being close to you,’ Bruce entreated. ‘And it’s not a bad thing.’

Bucky picked up a ballpoint from the lab bench and twirled it between his fingers. ‘I’m a time bomb,’ he murmured. ‘They declared me safe in Wakanda but …’

‘You think there are people who can still control you,’ Bruce supplemented.

Bucky froze.

Bucky, was your first thought. What if they knew he was here, alive, and conscious …

The man and the barista had were sitting at the table next to the door, conversing in hushed voices. It was a message - you couldn’t leave. The silence of the room should have given you the chance to eavesdrop but with the language barrier, you wouldn’t be able to decipher much.

You leaned against the door, sweat gathering on the nape of your neck. Two men conversing in Russian and mentioning a soldier? You didn’t want to make any false assumptions but you reached for your phone, put it on silent mode to be safe, and then hit the voice recording app. You weren’t an expert in Russian but Natasha could translate. You couldn’t take this straight to Bucky, not without knowing what the men were saying first.

‘… взять его обратно.’

обратно - back. You remembered it clearly, Bucky muttering in Russian during one of his panic attacks: They’ll take me back.



It was silent for a moment, the barista’s foot still tapping on the hardwood floor. If these men where who you thought they could be, there still was a chance they didn’t know you. Your heart pounded harshly in your chest … perhaps, if you acted casual enough, you could slip away with them leaving you alone.

Nonchalantly, you opened the bathroom door and walked to the exit.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt your a hand grip your shoulder; your breath caught in your throat as you were tugged backwards, the man’s hand wrapping around your neck and dragging you against the window. His fingers stretched to your jaw, locking you in place. His body encasing yours, each knee resting against your hands rendering your upper body immobile.

‘If only you had stayed hidden.’ His Russian accent was distinct, curling around the English words with regalness. He reached into your jacket and drew your phone out from your pocket.

Your eyebrows knitted as you glared at him, confusion almost prominent in your eyes.

‘Get - your hands - off me,’ you hissed through gritted teeth.

The man smirked. ‘Stark’s resolve has rubbed off on you.’

You glowered at him suspiciously. What did he want with Tony?

‘Stark turns into a bitch when it comes to you, so send him a message for me, will you?’ the man whispered. You groaned when he pushed your head back hard against the window, smacking it loudly and sending shockwaves through your skull. He dropped your phone and kicked it to the other side of the cafe and drew a wicked five inch serrated blade.

‘If I was in your position, I’d have the same fear,’ Bruce continued, tucking his glasses into the pocket of his shirt. ‘It’s rational to be afraid of something.’

‘What are you afraid of?’

Bruce looked at him like the answer was obvious but his voice held the same calm tone it usually did. ‘Of hurting people. When I … turn into the other guy, I lose a lot of control over myself. More times than I want to admit, I’ve had none. I’ve hurt a lot of people and I don’t always remember until I see the wreckage or someone tells me.’

Bucky softened as he listened to Bruce’s story. He didn’t know much about Doctor Banner, just that he treasured seclusion but was able to put up with Tony’s sometimes present erratic behaviour. He knew that everyone in the tower had done some damage, had hurt innocent people but Bruce, he had decided, was someone who understood what it was like to be him without actually being through the same experience.

‘When those trigger words were used… I’d surrender all control to the people who spoke them. They would make me do things that I wouldn’t always remember because they’d wipe my memory when I started to get any indication as to who I was.’

Bruce nodded. He knew all of this already but he didn’t act like he did. ‘People have manipulated my … fragility, triggered me into going rogue.’

It didn’t feel like competition. Bucky actually felt good talking about it with someone who had never had the same experiences but still ended up with a somewhat similarity to his state of mind.

‘The world loves us,’ Bucky said sardonically, smiling darkly.

Bruce smiled wryly. ‘It’s almost too difficult to tell which is worse, huh?’

‘Why do you stay?’ Bucky asked. ‘This place is … the opposite of a stress reliever. Why do you put yourself through that?’

Bruce raised an eyebrow, chuckling sardonically. ‘Myself? Not many people are concerned with how I’m feeling while I’m on a rampage.’

‘I know what that’s like,’ Bucky muttered.

‘I can handle crowds,’ said Bruce, ‘and stress in general. It’s why I was in Calcutta, why I don’t turn green everyday, otherwise the tower would be in ruins.’ His tone was bitter for a moment, like he didn’t mind letting go around Bucky. ‘No, people are fine. It’s authority, hierarchy … This makes me sound extremely anti-establishment, but the argument at it’s core is that … people in charge try to control me because they only see me as, in your words, a time bomb. They think I need to be controlled, locked away, and tagged if I’m to be around civilians.’

‘You don’t feel that here,’ Bucky guessed.

‘That’s why I stick around.’ Bruce shrugged again. ‘Why do you?’

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Author: pendots (ao3), aka scarfyuuri (tumblr)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Victor goes back through old fan letters on Valentine’s Day, and what does he happen to find but one signed “Yuuri Katsuki”…

(Victuuri Week 2017 Day 8: Valentine’s Day.)

Link to AO3: here

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Hi everyone! The real world has dragged me into the grips of chaos lately so I haven’t been able to be around much. Some of you probably wonder who I am, I’ve been gone so long and not saying anything but reblogging the occasional post. I’ve been spending my time by opening my door, my house and my love to a few kids that need it. This also requires a lot of patience and quality time which leaves little time for much free time in the evening. Accomplishing life requirements has been an adventure in creativity of late.

I’m spending the little time I have by doing my part in bashing the fash and smashing the patriarchy here in the US, even if it’s just making calls and sending faxes while I educate myself about everything important to me. Anyway miracle upon miracle, the last two nights have been peaceful and easy and not a 4 hour long process, so I have time to devote to some self-care by doing something for myself. Yep. I’m gonna fangirl and talk a bit.

@mephhius​ sent me convo wanting to know my thoughts on the recent Hak x Yona kiss. First off, I had to wipe a tear away because someone actually remembered me. Do you know how long it’s been? I exist in someone’s mind! Secondly, someone still wants to know my opinion? I’m so happy! I don’t care if anyone else reads this or thinks “why the hell do I care what she thinks?” Someone else does–my day is made.

Anyway…hopefully I won’t get too long winded here but these are my thoughts on the Hak x Yona kiss.

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A Joshaya Fanfic

Story by: @hoffkk

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt: Could you plz plz plz write a one shot where Maya is wearing Josh’s shirt or something and it’s completely innocent but The adults see it and they think that Maya and Josh slept together and coz of this they both are embarrassed and blushing.


Maya Hart walked into the Intro to Art classroom, feeling both nervous and excited.  When  her art teacher, Mr. Jackson, mentioned that some local universities were reserving spots in some of their entry level classes for high school juniors as part of a special program to promote post-secondary education, she jumped at the opportunity.  A couple different schools offered art classes, but of course Maya picked New York University.  Not just because a certain someone was a junior there, but because NYU was a great school for studying art and where she planned on applying next year.  Luckily, the art teacher at the university liked the piece she submitted and picked her right back.  It was like it was meant to be.

Maya glanced around the room that smelled like paint and clay and watched other students file in. They seemed to be picking seats at random and sitting down, so Maya shrugged and sat down in front of  the nearest wooden easel in the middle of the room. She smiled as she traced her hand along the oak edges of the easel and smoothed out the large white canvas staring back at her, then Maya began to reorganize the paints that sat along the easel’s ledge, undoing the ROYGBIV color palate it was preset in.  She was moving the yellow to the far end when a voice interrupted her.

“Maya?” Questioned an all too familiar voice.

Despite the familiarity of the voice, Maya was still shocked to hear it. Obviously, she knew he went to this university, but she never thought she’d actually see him, especially in Intro to Art.  So, turning her head in surprise, she simply and automatically repeated his sentiment.

“Josh?”  She queried then added, “What are you doing here?”

He gave her one of his boyish grins then replied, “It’s my university.  What are you doing here?”

“I asked you first.” Maya retorted cheekily as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I have to take a certain number of art credits to graduate.  I’m not much of an artist, but I already took Intro to Music, and this sounded less painful than Intro to Theatre.” Josh explained, half-serious, half-joking.

“So, basically, you picked the lesser of two evils.”  Maya responded.

“Pretty much.” Josh nodded, putting his hands inside his jean pockets.  "Your turn. How did you wind up in this class?“

Maya quickly told him all about the program that her art teacher recommended and how she was accepted. Josh couldn’t help but smile at how she beamed with pride and talked with such enthusiasm.

"Well, congratulations. I’m really happy for you.” Josh answered truthfully.

Maya smiled back, but before she could respond, the teacher burst through the door.  She was a tall, skinny woman with short, gray hair that poofed out from her purple headband.  The professor, who had to at least be in her sixties, called out to the class, “Sorry, I’m late! Please, take your seats, take your seats.”

Maya noticed the professor was wearing jeans and combat boots with her purple blouse.  She smirked, immediately liking the woman. Maya couldn’t wait to learn from her. Unfortunately, her smile didn’t last long after hearing the chirp of another female voice.

“Hey, Josh, over here!” Called a pretty brunette from two rows up.  Her hair was long, straight and absolutely perfect just like her outfit, which consisted of a sweater and mini-skirt.  Maya thought the skirt was a weird choice for January, but it looked cute nonetheless, and the pale pink of her sweater looked great against her mocha colored skin tone.  "I saved you a seat.“  She finished, patting the stool beside her.

Maya suddenly felt deflated. She was officially jealous of mystery girl’s style, beauty, and access to Joshua Matthews.  By the way she was talking to him, they clearly knew each other. Who knew how many classes they had had together before or even had together now or maybe… maybe they knew each other outside of class.  Ugh… that was something Maya really didn’t want to think about.  She wasn’t stupid, Maya new that he probably hung out with college girls, that there were tons of them that paid him lots of attention. She just hated being reminded of that fact, and now Maya got to be reminded of it every Thursday for two whole hours.

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Stormpilot request: Finn never celebrated holidays in the First Order, so Poe takes it upon himself to throw him the best (insert space version of New Year) ever.

“Wait, are you telling me you’ve never been to a party, not one? Birthday, New Year, Solstice, nothing?” Poe asked a little incredulously, realising a little belatedly that it might be a bit insensitive, thankfully Finn didn’t look nearly as bothered about it as Poe himself did.

“Can you honestly picture a bunch of Stormtroopers and First Order officers standing around eating cake and making small talk, the odd stray balloon floating around?” Finn asked, actually looking a little amused, and now that the image was in his head Poe couldn’t help but laugh a little too.

“Still, this has to be fixed.”

“Don’t worry about it Poe, like you said, we’re really busy here, can’t really throw a party,” Finn reasoned, and that was what had started the conversation in the first place, Poe sighing about them probably not having the time to throw a party for the new year this year, not even a little one.

“Yes but that was before I knew,” Poe protested, before fixing a calcuatling look at the general surroundings, no, with everything they’d been through this year a party was exactly what they all needed. Rey was due back by then too, she probably hadn’t ever been to a real party either.

Poe’s mind was made up, a party had to be thrown, morale was depending on it (at least that was how he was going to sell it to the leaders).

Sure enough, just a standard week later, the last minute party was in full swing, and Poe was, even if he said so himself, pretty proud of his efforts.

They’d settled on the Mess Hall, the tables had been moved to the edges of the room, holding a spread of whatever food could realistically be spared, makeshift decorations had been made and put up around the room, drinks were flowing and there was even just slightly too loud music, courtesy of Jess.

“Do you like it!” Poe had to yell a little over Jess’ music.

“I love it!” Finn smiled one of those wide, genuine smiles, he then yelled something else that Poe didn’t quite catch over the music.

“What?” Poe shouted back, making Finn laugh, Poe laced their hands together and tugged Finn out onto one of the little balconies for a bit of air and a better ability to hear. “Didn’t catch that,” Poe smiled back.

“I said loud,” Finn laughed again, able to speak at a more normal volume, though they stood closer to accommodate it.

“Yeah,” Poe grinned, these kinds of parties were always supposed to be a little too loud.

“Countdown guys!” Furillo excitedly poked his head out the door to tell them, “I’d say grab a friend, but, well,” he winked and then disappeared back inside.

“What was that?” Finn asked, not catching his meaning, Poe found himself fighting off a blush of all things.

“Countdown to the new year,” Poe evaded, even as the people indoors started shouting down from sixty.

“No, the second bit,”

“Well, it’s traditional to kiss someone when the countdown hits zero and the new year starts,”


“Yeah, a friend or a, well, more than,” Poe said awkwardly, sure that he used to be much smoother than this. “But I swear I didn’t drag you out here just to steal a kiss!” Poe suddenly yelped, hoping it didn’t look that way, hearing the countdown from inside hitting a loudly chorused ‘five’.

“That’s a shame.” Finn said, so casual it took Poe a moment to catch his meaning, but he did, just in time for him to beam and pull Finn towards him and kiss him stupid as the party erupted into a chorus of ‘Happy New Year!” and kissing friends and couples.

Finn was a good kisser, even uncoordinated and laughing, in fact it might have even been better just because he was laughing.

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