i was asked for a ship i went down with ahes ago

Earned It- Loki One Shot

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: When Thor brings Loki to stay with the Avengers, the team decides to prove just how much the God of Mischief has changed by assigning you to earn his trust; but you end up earning more than that. NO RAGNAROK SPOILERS!

Word Count: 3700

A/N: Ok so I saw Thor Ragnarok when it first came out and I absolutely loved it. For some reason, I fell in love with Loki. Not gonna lie, I feel like Loki deserves redemption and the MCU is not giving him that at all (which is why I disliked him in previous movies). Before Ragnarok, I only liked Loki because he was funny and Tom Hiddleston is beautiful. So, yeah, with this new found love for Loki, I have decided to expand my characters by adding him to the list of people I will write of. Fair warning: this is not a good imagine at all.


“But why me?” You let out an exasperated whine, “He knows me the least.”

“It’s not just that.” Steve nodded, “You weren’t there when he tried taking over the world, so you’re the best candidate.”

“So what? I’m chosen just because he’s never tried to kill me directly before?”

“Basically. Plus, you’re a hot, young girl that Loki would totally mess with.” Tony added, making Natasha hit him over the back of his head and you roll your eyes. “I’m just saying that you have more assets than I do when it comes to gaining the God of Mischief’s trust.”

“Thanks, Tony.” You replied in a flat tone.

“Will you do it, Y/N? It’s the best way to see if he has changed and if we can actually trust him.” Steve said.

“If I’m our only hope, then sure, but, I swear, if Loki tries anything on me, Thor, you will no longer have a brother.”

“Get in line.” Clint laughed dryly.

“Yeah, you’ll have to wait your turn for that.” Bruce said.

“Hey, now, no one will be killing my brother. He has changed.” Thor said. When the mighty God of Thunder first approached the Avengers about his brother staying in the compound with them, they were all quick to say no. Thor then went into detail about Loki’s redeeming actions while his brother walked into the room. After putting away their drawn weapons, Tony locked Loki in one of the cells, so that the team could discuss the issue at hand. That’s when Tony, Natasha, and Steve came up with the brilliant idea of using you as bait. You, the newest Avenger that has never even formally met Loki before, were chosen as the person to draw him out. You would somehow gain his trust and learn whether or not he has truly changed. If he never trusted you, then he was the same Loki as years ago; if he trusted you, then he had changed.

With your decision made, the Avengers left their meeting room to the cells. You all stood before Loki as he beamed mischievously at the sight before him. Tony opened the cell up and allowed the God to step out.

“Alright, reindeer games, we’ve got some rules that you must comply to- if you are to stay here.” Tony stated.

“Ah, rules- don’t you just love them and the chaos they bring?” Loki replied and Steve scolded Natasha as she began to curl her fists.

“Look,” Steve said, stepping up, “You’re not allowed to leave the compound unless one of us agrees to go with you; you cannot create any chaos inside or outside of the compound; you’re not allowed anywhere near the ships or weaponry-”

“I get it. I’m under house arrest. I’ve been in trouble before.” He stated, “Now, where is my bedroom? I’d like to catch up on some sleep.”

“Follow me, brother.” Thor said, leading Loki up the stairs as everyone dismantled from their protective stances. You watched as the two brother headed up the spiral staircase and you caught how Loki peered over his shoulder at you. You were quick to turn your head and invest yourself in a conversation with Steve.


That night, Loki did not come downstairs for dinner. Thor offered to take him a plate, but you insisted on doing it- that way, you could introduce yourself properly to him. Thor, knowing your intentions well, allowed you to take his place in serving his brother. You stood outside of Loki’s room and knocked lightly on the door, holding his plate of food with the other hand.

“Come in.” Loki said dryly. You slowly opened the door to find him sitting on his bed with a disinterested look in his eyes.

“I brought you dinner.” You gestured to the plate of steak and potatoes.

“I’m not hungry.” He replied and you shook your head with a laugh.

“You haven’t eaten all day. Please, eat this. Sam makes the best steaks.” You held it out to him and placed the book in his hands on his lap, before taking the plate.


“Yeah, Sam, he’s the Falcon. He’s super cool and there are no steaks that compare to his- well, actually there’s a really nice restaurant in Upper Manhattan that has the best steaks. Sam’s are still amazing.”

“I’m dying to try it.” Loki replied sarcastically as he poked it with his fork.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, holding a hand out to him.

“Loki, but you already knew that.” He shook your hand almost timidly. He felt that there was something off about you- why were you so kind compared to the others? He expected Thor to be the only one to treat him as a normal person- not some random Midgardian that he’s never met.

“What book are you reading?”

“Excuse me?” Loki asked and you nodded toward the stray book on his bed. “It’s just a story my mother used to tell me. It’s a part of Norse mythology, as you humans call it.”

“It sounds interesting. I’ve always enjoyed learning about mythology.” You said, genuinely.

“Well, as good of a book it is, it does get boring after a while. I should have brought more books with me.”

“You know, Loki, we’ve got a library.”

“A library?” Loki asked, his whole stance perking up at the word.

“Yeah, I’d offer to show you it tonight, but I’ve got dishes to do. I’ll show it to you tomorrow.” You paused and then nodded, “I’ll see you later then. Good night, Loki.”

“Good night, YN.” Loki replied as you quickly retreated from his room. He looked at the plate in his hands and set it on his bedside table. He picked up his book and began to read it once more. He couldn’t help but think about you and how you were so intriguing to him. As much as he’d appreciate you showing him the library tomorrow, Loki got up and made it his mission to find the library on his own.


The next day, you went to find Loki in his room, but found that it was empty. You then decided that the library would be the next best place to look, knowing that he had shown a level of interest in it. You found him as expected; he was comfortably lounging in a chair with his nose stuck in a different book.

“I see you found Steve’s Shakespeare.” You said with a short laugh. Loki jumped, startled at your sudden presence. He lowered the book and looked over at you as you stood in between two shelves.

“It is quite entertaining to read.” He replied, glancing down at Macbeth in his hands.

“I know. It’s one of my favorite Shakespeare plays.” You nodded.

“If you’ll forgive me, I’d like to continue it.”

“I’ll be quiet, but I want to do some reading of my own.” You replied. You searched in the shelves for a book as Loki continued his reading.

This happened once everyday for the next two weeks. You would enter the library to read in peace, and Loki would already be sitting at a chair by the fire with a different book in his hand than the day before. You would both make small talk for a few minutes when you arrived. You felt, over this time period, that your feelings for the God were growing, and growing romantic. You also felt that there had been no progress on your part- Loki still treated you as if you were just another Avenger, as if you were on the same level as his brother for trust.

“Just give it some more time.” Natasha told you as you complained to her in her room.

“Time won’t do anything, Nat. Nothing is working. We just sit in a library and read as communication.” You let out an exasperated sigh and she shrugged. You watched as she focused on painting her toenails a light shade of purple almost more than she focused on your complaints.

“At least he bears being in the same room as you. He makes every meal incredibly awkward.” She replied. You remembered back to just this morning- Loki was silent, like he always was, and, as soon as he finished eating, he left the room. His presence filled the entire room with tension.

“That’s one thing, though.” You huffed.

“Aren’t you usually reading by now?” Natasha asked, peering at the clock on her wall.

“I’m quitting this mission. It’s stupid and it’s pointless. The guy has been here for two weeks and he’s done nothing. Isn’t that reason enough to trust him?”

“Look who you’re talking to and think who you’re talking about- guess again.” Natasha laughed. She had been on so many missions where she was undercovers for weeks, and Loki most likely had no problem with committing to fooling someone for long periods of time.

“That doesn’t matter. What I mean to say is this whole idea is corrupt and I’m done with it.”

“Corrupt? As in it isn’t good on Loki?”

“That’s not what I-”

“Ohhhh,” Natasha let out sinister laugh followed by a knowing smirk, “You like him, don’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You tried to defend yourself.

“Sweetheart, you can lie to yourself and to him all you want, but you cannot lie to me. You are totally into him!”

“Fine, so what if I am? Why are you so happy about it?” You asked, referring to her blatant hatred of him.

“I don’t agree with you, but I think you liking him is cute. Maybe you could end up changing him.” She shrugged hopefully, “Plus, if he hurts you, it gives me even more motivation to kill him.”

“Like you need anymore of that.” You said, making her chuckle.

“Fine, if you’re giving up this mission, then you can go make me a sandwich. I’m starving.” Natasha said and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.

“Turkey or ham?” You asked as you headed towards her bedroom door.

“Turkey please!” She called from her spot.

You left her room and went straight to the kitchen to make up her snack. You finished her sandwich and then decided to make one for yourself. Just as you were about to top off your own with the final piece of bread, you heard a voice, announcing the presence of someone else in the room.

“Could you make me one too, please?” It was Loki and the sincerity in his voice was something almost unusual. He seemed quieter and mellower in his demeanor today.

“Would you like turkey or ham?” You asked as he stepped into the kitchen completely and began to watch you work.

“Either will be fine.” He said, “You didn’t come to the library today.”

“Oh, you noticed that.” You stated, awkwardly fumbling with the sliced meat before you.

“Why, yes, I did.” Loki stated, taking a cautious step towards you, “I do notice when the one person who does not alienate me leaves me alone.” You turned to him to see him being completely genuine- his soft eyes telling you everything. He looked away and took the sandwich from your hands, “Pardon my directness.” He left the room with the sandwich and without another word.

You sighed at his retreating figure. Maybe you shouldn’t quit- at least not yet. He had shown some feeling in that moment; he had shown that he cared about you. You wouldn’t jump to saying he thought of you in a romantic way like you thought of him, but you could conclude that he felt connected to you.

You took the last two sandwiches to Natasha’s room. You dared not speak of the recent events to her. She munched happily on her sandwich as you two watched reality shows and as he toes dried.


The next day was completely lovely. The sky was blue and the leaves were in the middle of changing colors. You absolutely loved it and you figured Loli would too. You quietly entered the library and saw him exactly where you had planned to: sitting in that same arm chair with yet another book.

“Loki,” You said, making your presence known to him. He peered over his book at you and offered a smile, “I was wondering if you’d like to go outside- since, you know, you’ve kind of lived in this room for the past couple of weeks.”

“Outside? You would accompany me outside?” He asked, completely thrown off by your question.

“Yes. It’s a beautiful day. I was going to visit the park and I thought that you might like to join me.” You explained yourself.

“I would like that.” Loki said. He set the book on the table and stood up. Using his magic, he changed his clothes from Asgardian wear to Midgardian casual attire. You smiled at him, admiring his change.

You took Loki to the nearest park, much to the dismay of some of your fellow teammates. Thor offered to tag along, but Natasha quickly shut that down. Thor was far too recognizable and anyone could recognize Loki if they had seen his brother. You were pleased about introducing Loki to feeding the ducks with the few pieces of bread that you had smuggled from the compound. From what you could tell, he enjoyed it. It was the simplest thing, yet it displayed Loki’s humaneness in such a strong way. He never really stopped genuinely smiling while at the park and all of it was because of you.


Loki was pacing around in his room the next day, rehearsing how he should ask you out. He wanted to take you to that restaurant that served the steak you loved, but he didn’t know how Midgardian dating worked.

“Brother!” Thor greeted, walking into Loki’s room unannounced and startling him.

“Thor, have you forgotten how to knock?” He asked with a sigh.

“I heard you pacing. Is anything on your mind?”

“Why would anything be on my mind? I’m fine.” His reply was defensive as he attempted to conceal his emotions. As the God of Mischief, he is normally much better at it, but his feelings for you had grown too great for him to easily cope with.

“Does this have anything to do with Lady Y/N?” Thor inquired.

“What are you on about, brother? This has nothing to do with her. Nothing is wrong.” Loki stated.

“Whatever you say, I shall believe, but I do think you should ask her sooner than later. Unlike us, Lady Y/N does not have thousands of years.” He spoke with a calm smile.

“Is that all?”

“Well, I was originally sent to ask if you were joining us for dinner, so will you?”

“It depends if I am hungry or not. You can leave now, Thor.” Loki said and his brother exited with his hands up in surrender. Loki looked at himself in the mirror and cast an illusion so that he was in casual clothing for the second day in a row. He left his room and headed straight to yours. As he was about to knock, he realized your door was cracked open and that you were speaking to someone in your room.

“I’m actually glad I didn’t quit.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, too.” Natasha said, “It seems to be working.”

“I learned from the best.” You laughed, referring to your best friend before you.

“Do you think he’s changed?”

“I think Loki has.” He froze hearing you mention his name. His heart hammered in his chest, “He seems kinder and gentler. I still feel bad though. A part of me wishes I gave up, but a part of me is proud that I’m going through with this mission.”

‘Mission?’ Loki thought. He felt a stinging pain build up in his heart. No, it couldn’t be. He was the God of Mischief. There was no way you, a mere Midgardian, could have tricked him- and there was no way you could have tricked him into falling in love with you.

“Going undercover is hard, but you have done it well, even if your target was the God of Mischief.” Natasha replied proudly. Loki heard you two come closer to the door, but he wasn’t quick enough to move. His feet were planted in that moment- replaying your words in his head. As you opened the door to reveal him, he used his magic to transform him back to his Asgardian self.

“Loki-“ you started. Natasha looked at you with concern, knowing fully well that he had heard the two of you.

“Don’t.” Loki spoke with a firm shake of his head. The smile that you had grown fond of over the past few weeks was completely gone. “Congratulations, you succeeded in fooling the God of Mischief.” He sarcastically raised his hands and did a partial bow for you, before he left without another word.

You watched his retreating figure in pain. You had never wanted to hurt him- that was never the plan, but, yet again, falling in love with the trickster was never a part of the plan either. You started to walk in the direction of his room when Natasha caught your hand.

“Y/N,” she sighed, “Leave him be for a bit. C’mon, we should tell the others.” Agreeing with her, you quietly followed her down the hall to the lab, opposite of Loki’s direction.


“Well, this is-“ Tony started after taking a deep breath, but was cut off by Steve.

“Bad. This is bad.” He stated. You could feel all of their eyes watching you, as you kept your eyes focused on the ground beneath you. “Thor, what do you suggest we do?”

“I do not know.” The God replied, “I have never seen my brother act the way he was with Y/N before. He showed a whole different level of respect and compassion for her-“

“Could it be that he was playing her as well?” Clint asked.

“No.” Thor shook his head, “Loki is mischievous and he is great at pretending, but not like this. I have never seen him so vulnerable.”

“You think he actually loves her?”

“I don’t know if I would call it love quite yet, but I do believe it could have become that.”

“Should I talk to him?” You asked quietly. Guilt and pain was all you could feel. Loki was upset with you, and, now, Thor believed you to have broken his heart.

“Maybe I shall speak with him first, Lady Y/N.” Thor said. “I know my brother best and I fear he is too unpredictable at the moment.”

“Very well then. Thor, go see him.” Natasha stated and he nodded. The room was silent as all of you watched Thor leave the room.

Thor entered Loki’s room to find his brother casually sitting on his bed, a book in his hand. Loki lowered the book and looked at the other God. He answered, “Yes?”

“Do you love her?” Thor asked.

“That mortal? Please.” Loki said, rolling his eyes lightly.

“Loki, drop this act. Do you love her?” He asked again. Thor stepped into the room and a bright gold burst came from the room as Loki’s magic disappeared. The seemingly normal bedroom was an illusion and shifted into the remains of a bedroom. The bed was torn apart with the mattress falling into the wall; the opposite wall had a few fist holes in it; and the bedside table was smashed, bits of it splattered around the room. Loki sat in the far corner and lifted his head from hands.

“See for yourself, brother.” Loki said, slowly looking up at the other God. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess from his recent angry motions.

“Loki-“ Thor was speechless. He had never seen his brother so broken and hurt. The last time Thor walked in on Loki in a state like this was when their mother died; and, now, Loki was broken once more.

“Surprised? This is what one look like when they are upset.” He stated.

“This is far more than upset.”

“It’s against my nature to call myself heartbroken.”

“Y/N would like to speak with you.”

“And I would not like to speak with her, or anyone for that matter, so, brother, you may leave now.”

“I will not leave you here to swallow yourself into a hole of despair.” Thor said as Loki stood.

“Despair? How would you feel if the mortal you loved betrayed you? How would you feel if you loved her and she had been lying to you this whole time?” His voice raised in anger.

“You have it all wrong, brother. Y/N has not betrayed you.”

“Leave! You know nothing of her lies!” He stepped towards his brother and Thor straightened up to his full height, preparing for any violence that may come.

“Loki,” You spoke from the doorway. Both Gods turned to you in surprise and Loki’s heavy breathing seemed to calm.

“Lady Y/N-” Thor started.

“I’d like to speak to Loki alone.” You said. The blond looked between the two of you and then left the room without another word.

“I do not wish to speak to you right now.” Loki turned his back to you and you took in his destroyed room. You sighed softly and stepped towards him.

“Please, allow me to explain myself.”

“I don’t need any further explanation. I understand your actions- you don’t trust me, none of you do.” He stated with a firm shake of his head, making you stop in your tracks.

“Loki, I can’t speak for the others, but I trust you. What I did was wrong, but I was doing what was best for the team. They wanted me to earn your trust-”

“Well, you earned more than that. Congratulations.” He said.

“If it is love that you’re speaking of, then I feel it too.” You replied and he slowly turned to you.

“Pardon me?” Loki questioned and you continued your walk to him until you were directly in front of the God.

“I love you, Loki, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel betrayed. It was never my intentions.”

“Is this the truth?” He asked and you delicately took his hands in yours. You nodded, causing a grin to form on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly. He pulled away and whispered to you, “Good. I love you too, and it frightens me.”

“I’ll never lie to you again.”

Sooo... Explosions!!!

Well, this is my first ever tumblr post(Yay!), sorry if it goes a little wonky. Anyways! Found this blog a few hours ago and have been reading through it on and off. Hilarious, and I just could resist making my own little twisted and hopefully comical contribution. :D

So, we’ve seen the posts about fire, injuries, even the cleaner bot know as Stabby. Even a few about invasions and fights and the like. But what about recreational shooting? With modern-era firearms, not the super-quiet no-recoil sci-fi things everyone always thinks could be in the future. I mean, it seems like everyone enjoys a good ole giant gun going off. You just can’t help but grin! So, without further delay, here we go!

It was - insert unpronounceable alien name(Let’s just call said alien Zeb and for the sake of sanity, use the same gender pronouns as we do.) - Zeb’s first of his two recreational rotations for this cycle. After the long and boring time of this most recent cycle, Zeb figured he could go for a bit of excitement. After all, there was rarely anything to do during a lowly Level 2 patrol. Apparently the captain had… irritated someone higher up.

Shaking his head, Zeb banished those thoughts as the door to the on-ship shooting range opened with a soft hiss. Stepping inside, he checked in with the range master and headed to a free spot. Setting the case containing his personal grav-pulser onto the deck and removing the weapon, he soon fell into the comforting rhythm of shooting, all other worries being drowned by the various whines and hums of other shooter’s weapons.

A while later, during a short break as Zeb recharged his weapon’s power cells, he noticed one of the human members of the crew check in with the range master. Dismissing it after a moment, he went back to shooting. As he drained one power cell and went to smack another home, he felt a tap on his lower right shoulder. Pausing and glancing down at the human, he tried to recall the name of the figure before him.

“Ah, Human-James, may I assist you with something?”

“Nah, just wanted to make sure it was alright if I set up here,” the brown head-furred human replied, gesturing to the shooting bay beside Zeb’s.

“Certainly. I thank you for asking.”

“Thanks, not a problem.”

For a moment, Zeb watched as the strange little human placed two cases on the floor, one of which was almost as long as Human-James was tall! The short human then extracted a wood and metal contraption in the vague shape of a beam-rifle from the smaller case. Taking obvious care with it, he started to go through a series of checks that honestly left Zeb quite bored. Turning back to his shooting, he thought nothing more of the human he was now sharing the shooting range with.

Moments later, Zeb nearly dropped his grav-pulser as the human bellowed.


In a moment of utter confusion, every single Chlivloit in the range turned to look at the lone human. That human looked back at them with just as much confusion.

“Eyes and ears?” he repeated, befuddled by the lack of response.

“Yes, our visual and audial organs are functioning properly, why do you ask?”

“Look, just… put the blast shield down on your stations for a moment if you don’t have safety glasses, and cover your ears.”


“Please? Just do it?” Human-James seemed to be getting increasingly agitated, Zeb noted, as he quickly followed the instructions.

Nodding in satisfaction as the rest of occupants do the same, curious about what was about to happen, Human-James put a small box into the bottom of the rifle-like thing before moving a large lever of polished metal in what seemed to be a very specific motion. Bringing the stock of the weapon up to his shoulder, Human-James took aim down the primitive optic sights. With barely any warning, the human squeezed the trigger of his weapon.


Ears ringing, Zeb thought his heart would leap out of his scaled chest both from fright and the invisible hammer that smashed into his body. Worse was when he saw Human-James’ upper body jolt from the apparent catastrophic failure of his weapon.

“WOOHOO!!” Human-James cried out, setting the thunderous weapon down and pumping both hands into the air. “Bullseye, baby! That’s what I like to see!”

“My… congratulations on your impressive marksmanship, Human-James. But why are you so happy, if I may ask? Your weapon failed, did it not?”

“Failed?” the human seemed genuinely confused. “Why would it have failed? This was my great-grandfather’s gun, and it’s been handed down ever since. My family has taken pride in keeping it in top shape.”

“Then why did it explode so violently, as it if it was a micro-nuke launcher, not some form of rifle?”

“Nah, it didn’t explode, it’s supposed to do that. This is a gun, not those fancy grav-thingies we tend to use now. Shoots a small piece of shaped copped-coated lead down a rifled barrel using the expanding gasses of a controlled explosion. It’s much more fun than those new ones. So much less… clinical.”

“Fun. You call nearly deafening yourself and removing your arm ‘fun’?”

“Oh, that was nothing. This is just a .30-06. You should see my .50 cal! Here, I’ll show you.”

And then Human-James pulls a “gun” almost as long as he is tall out of the other case before holding up two different size cylinder-shaped pieces of brass.

“This is a .30-06,” he said, pointing to the smaller of the two. It was about the size of Human-James’ second smallest finger. “This is a .50 cal,” he finished with a grin on his face. The larger of the two was bigger than the .30-06 by almost half in length, and more than twice as large in diameter.

“What is that?! A missile?!”

“Able to penetrate some forms of armor at decent range, or take out a target at the very edges of believability. Now people just use them for fun.”



“…I think I need to talk to the captain… The briefing on your species needs to be updated… again.”

Newcomers Pt6

“EAT IT!!!”



“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts throwing Karen off him and running out the door.

“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made chocolates above her head.

The two Humans screaming and running past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company. That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.

“What happened to you?” Dr Loop asks.

“Sergeant Stabby got me” he replies.

“Why do you keep it around and why the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”

“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby, he is war hero you know”

“IT is a cleaning machine”

“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves our respect”


“SHHHHHH here he comes”

Sergeant Stabby made his way into the Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.

“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop said


“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the norm for you race to be so….nuts?”

Cho smiled “You’ve never been to Terra have you?”


“Shame, because if you think we are crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”

Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”

“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”

“But still  for wound like this to stop bleeding so soon”

“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you worked on Humans before”

“I have studied Human anatomy yes”

“But actually worked with one? In person before we got here?”

Dr Loop did not like his skills being questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of their skills.

“It matters not, I know all the ins and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest of your backwards and primitive kind”

Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm for a sec” he asked.


“Just trust me”

Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.

Cho licked his arm and a split second later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.

Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on his feet.

“Guess you forgot our saliva is like acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.

The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.

“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.

“You are a coward and weak, you let the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”

Chief Goolack stood up straight, the chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show his disgrace.

“I am a Benemar and I fought for our people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule. Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies. They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge me as a coward for respecting strength?”

“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too much power, power they are taking from us”

The court cheered and banged their weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles against their armour.

“Let this cry go out across to the star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”

The Benemar all over the Alliance suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High Chief has risen the banner”

Many thought this was the Benemar about to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.

Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing but the Humans obliged.

The fun did not stop there.

Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge, maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.

She smiled at him and gave a nervous smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator suddenly and harshly stopped.

“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the sudden change of momentum.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but go response, there was no power to the that call button either. Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.

“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.

“The baby is coming” she panted.

“Baby? What baby?”

“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!! she screamed and he jumped.

“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”

Cathy sat down as her water broke and leaned back.

“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.

“What…what is your name?” she asked.


“Depit, come here I need you to help me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she grabbed it.

“I don’t know what to do” Depit said.

“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I squeeze!”


“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.

“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted at him.

“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze it”

It then dawn on her that Humans were far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.

“Why are you screaming what’s happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.






Another contraction came and she screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.

This went on for over and hour till finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.

“Okay…okay” she said to herself with Depit fanning her with his wings.

“How long does this usually go on for?” he asked.

“My mother was in labour for 32 hours with me”

“32 HOURS!”

“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the contractions have stopped”

“What happens next?”

Cathy looked at him “Next comes the pushing”

“Elong births are lot…faster than this”

“You’re a bird race, you have it easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get between my legs!!”

Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself and Depit froze.

“What do I do?”



Cathy burst into laughter “I’m kidding, just guide it out”

Depit got ready and Cathy screamed again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were shaking.

“I can see the egg”


“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.

Cathy started breathing again and moved her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell into Depits arms.

After the baby began crying he handed it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.

“It’s a boy” she said.

“No wonder your race is so tough, you endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through it to bring one of your own into the world”

“And we do it over and over again, I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What did you say your name was again?”

“Depit, my name is Depit”

Cathy smiled and looked down at her son “Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”

Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his people. “You would do me that honour?”

“Of course, you brought him into the world, well I did most of the work but still”

“Thankyou” he said smiling.

“Oh beware of the after birth”

“The what?” Depit said looking down just as it slumped down in front of him.

In the higher levels and completely unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell by their Captains face that something had happened.

“Men and woman of the 8th Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar launched a full scale assault on Terra”

The air became heavy as if every Human and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.

“The battle is still going on and all Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready to go yesterday!!”

The Humans didn’t say anything and as a single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them. The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10 minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.

Within 2 hours the Humans were all loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their Alien friends and set off for Terra.

The Benemar continued their assault, unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware of the armada coming for them.

Work With a Side of Gossip

                The watercooler was predictably the highlight of the office. That was where most of the gossip happened and it was the one area Mister Malfoy never looked for anyone.

                “He’s such a dick.” Seamus complained, clenching his water cup tightly. “If I wanted to be yelled at every day, I would have stayed home with my mother.”

                Pansy snorted, smirk lighting up her features. “It’s your own fault for still living at home with her.”

                “I know.” Seamus sighed regretfully. “But even she is more preferable to the boss. If he blames me one more time for the lack of sales in the eastern quarter, I may just commit murder.”

                “The eastern quarter is your job.” Blaise pointed out, leaning against the wall. “But I know what you mean. He’s been a real prick as of late.”

                “Yeah.” Ron admitted, ignoring his desk in favor of standing around them. “What is up with that anyways? I mean he has always been a bastard but these past few weeks it has been hell around here.”

                Pansy leaned away when they all looked at her expectantly. “Why are you all looking at me? I don’t know Mister Malfoy any better than you do.”

                “You’re the one who talked to him outside of work!” Ron argued, shaking his head. “We were all lucky enough to avoid a disaster like that.”

                “Once!” She argued vehemently. “And that was at a grocery store! He was still the same as he always was, I felt like he was judging me for my food selections. I was too embarrassed to ever go back.”

                “It’s not polite to gossip.” The dreamy tone had them all groaning.

                Pansy put her hands on her hips and turned to Lovegood. “What do you know? You’re just a temp. Besides, if you can’t gossip about your boss, then who can you gossip about?”

                Before the woman could respond, the sound of thundering feet had them turning towards the door.

                “He’s coming!” Neville whisper yelled. “Malfoy is coming and he’s in a bad mood. He made the security guard cry.”

                They all scrambled to get to their desks as Lovegood went down three floors to the temp office. Pansy shoved Ron out of her chair. “This is my desk you moron!”

                “Ow.” Ron grumbled as he took the cubicle next to her. “Didn’t have to push so hard.”

                Neville bit his lip nervously, his panic increased when they could all hear footsteps approaching. He was too anxious to pretend to do any work, so he picked up the phone on his desk. “Good morning, thank you for calling Malfoy and Malfoy Shipping CO, my name is Neville. How can I help you?”

                Pansy nodded her head, impressed with his foresight. She turned on her computer and pulled open the spreadsheet she was supposed to have finished yesterday. At least she was really doing something.

                Ron held his breath as he looked towards the door, hoping their boss wasn’t in that bad of a mood. Perhaps Neville had been over exaggerating?

                When Draco Malfoy, the CEO of the company entered, they all groaned internally. He was not in a good mood. There was an angry aura vibrating around the man, his eyes were already narrowed in dislike and his hands were clenched at his sides.

                Luckily, the boss said nothing as he made his way towards his office.

                Everyone jerked in their chairs when his door was slammed so forcefully that it rattled the photos on the wall.

                “I hate my job.” Pansy whispered miserably.

                “Well.” Neville began, putting the phone down. “At least he didn’t say anything to us.”

                Small blessings.


              “Excuse me.”

                The voice startled the mid-afternoon crash most of them were experiencing. It was only an hour to lunch and minds had long ago began to wander.

                Pansy, who had been resting her chin in her palm, was surprised by the man’s looks so much that her elbow slid and jerked her face. Perhaps it was her recent break up or the six months respite from sex but this man, this man must have come straight out of a fantasy. He held himself with confidence and had an easy smile. His hair was messy in a way that had her wondering if he owned a brush. It was hard to tell from the distance but his eyes were definitely expressive and vibrant.

                “Is Draco in?”

                Draco? Ron tilted his head to the side at the use of the man’s first name. No one who stopped by ever addressed their boss with familiarity.

                “Yes.” Blaise answered, coming to his senses much quicker than the rest of them. “But he is on a conference call at the moment.”

                The man nodded. “Do you mind if I wait here for him?”

                They all raised their heads to peer at each other, trying not to be the one to make the final decision. If Mister Malfoy didn’t want to speak to this person, then whoever allowed him to stay would face his wrath.

                “Yes.” Neville spoke up in resignation when no one else said anything.

                They watched curiously as the stranger pulled an unused chair from the side and settled himself down near Seamus’ desk.

                “So.” The man began, resting one of his feet on the desk. “What’s the gossip around here like? Anything interesting?”

                That had them all sharing another look. Speaking about their boss to someone unknown was a horrible idea.

                Their silence caused the man to sigh. “Ah, well. It was worth a shot. How has Draco been lately? I know the past few weeks must have taken a toll on him. Hopefully he hasn’t been too hard on you all.”

                The odd familiarity to them had Pansy looking to Blaise in confusion. Who was this guy?

                Neville looked down and noticed that the conference call was no longer lit up. He tentatively picked up the phone.

                “Yes?” The terse reply had Neville wincing.

                “Sorry sir, there is a man here wanting to see you.” He looked over apologetically to the stranger, realizing that he hadn’t gotten a name.

                “Harry.” The man supplied, brows furrowing.

                Malfoy’s door swung open, clearly having heard the man through the phone. “Potter get in here!”

                Pansy almost felt bad for the guy. That was the tone their boss used when he was in a particularly demanding mood. She did not want to be in his shoes.

                She leaned her head back when the man grinned widely. That was not a normal reaction to Malfoy’s anger. Pansy looked to Seamus, hoping to see the same surprise on his face too. She almost snorted at the wary expression on his face. It was as if he thought Harry was mental.

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Anon: can you do an analysis on 2013-2014 ji/kook please? thank you!

Anon: Do you think there’s a relation between Jungkook’s change of behavior towards Jimin from when he was underage to when he finally turned 20??? I feel like after finally not being underage anymore, that’s when he really changed and got bolder, shy-less and stuff.. He wasn’t like this, and now he’s.. Well, basically killing us with everything he does.    

Anon: Do you think that Jimin’s fainting incident was a turning point for kook/min? I always thought that JK seemed to be a lot sweeter and softer with Jimin after that, but i could just be imagining things so I wanted a second opinion :) love you!!                    

Anon: you are my favourite kook/min blog!! kekekeke i was wondering what you think of tsundere!kook thinking that taking off his jacket for yoonji is cool when he did the same thing for jimin during their WoH shoot :))) 

That’s right: I’m going to answer all these questions and comments in one long essay. I’m not kidding. This is like.. really long. It’s Jungkook-centric and head canon-heavy. Bring your tinfoil hats.

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Your Love Makes Me Crazy- Loki One Shot

Pairing: Loki x Reader (pre-established)

Prompt: You help Loki escape from his cell on Asgard. (aka you’re bad)

Word Count: 1440

Based on “Don’t Blame Me” by Taylor Swift



“Lady Y/N,” You heard the familiar voice of Thor calling from the archway. You turned from admiring the daisies in the royal garden to facing your dear friend.

“Thor! You’ve returned.” You smiled, leaping over to him to envelop him in a hug. His soft, bear hugs were something that you absolutely loved, but the best hugs, you had to admit, came from his brother, Loki. Oh how you wished to see him again. You and Loki were madly in love, but you never saw him again after he fell from the Bifrost. “How is Midgard?”

“Midgard is lovely; I wish to show it to you one day, Lady Y/N.”

“I shall visit it when I am not busy fighting along Lady Sif and the Warriors Three to protect your kingdom.” Your smiled faded when you realized the solemn look on his face, “What is it that you are hiding from me?”

“I’m not hiding anything from you. Why would you think-” Thor was cut off by yelling from the nearby throne room.

“I was born to be a king!” The voice shouted in agony, “I deserve a throne, not a cell!”

“Loki,” You mumbled. Your eyes shifted from the now sheepish Thor to the throne room’s entrance. Thor called after you as you rushed into the room. Odin stopped mid-sentence as you barged in. Your suspicions were correct: Loki stood before his father in chains, chest heaving in anger. Your heart broke at the sight of him being a prisoner in his own home.

“Thor, get her out of here.” Odin commanded of his eldest son.

“Loki!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N?” Loki’s voice was just above a whisper as he turned to see you. His eyes softened as they met yours.

“Yes, father.” Thor said, apologetically grabbing you and throwing you over his large shoulder.

“Thor! Put me down!” You fumed, as he carried you out of the throne room. He placed you on the solid ground out front of the palace. You crossed your arms at him sternly, “When were you planning on telling me that Loki was alive?”

“I was told I could inform you only once he was placed in his cell.”

“Will I even be able to see him in prison?”

“The Allfather will decide whether or not you may visit Loki. As much as I know you both care for each other, the power of deciding Loki’s fate does not rest with me.” Thor replied and you scoffed. He had more say in this than anyone else. Still, you left the matter for now, but you vowed to come back everyday to request a visit.


Loki sighed as he finished yet another book his mother had sent down to the prisons for him. Boredom was not a strong enough word to express his mental state. He looked around his room and gave out another long sigh. He had only been imprisoned for a week, but he was already done with the eternal punishment. He glanced down at the stack of books that he had previously read and contemplated picking them up once more. A third sigh escaped his lips. He lifted his head up to find you standing before him in his cell.

“My love,” Loki smiled at you from his spot on his bed.

“Loki,” You replied softly, “You were alive this whole time?”

“I wished to return for you, but I did not want to entangle you in my mess.”

“A letter reassuring me of your safety would have been suitable.” You said, walking towards him.

“I’m sorry I did not write, Y/N, but I missed you far more than you missed me.” A smug smirk appeared on his face.

“I doubt that.” You let out a soft laugh. The entrance doors clanged open and Loki shot up from his bed, running into the illusion of you in the process. With a gold sparkle, your appearance faded into nothing. Loki looked at where he had just imagined you being and sorrow filled his soul- if only he could touch you again.

“Loki,” He heard your voice call out to him. He raised his head to discover you standing in front of his cell. He blinked several times, making sure it was not another one of his illusions.

“Y/N? You’re here?” He asked unsure.

“Yes.” You smiled. Thor appeared beside you and allowed you to step into Loki’s cell. Loki hurried over to you and he stared at you tenderly, his eyes melting into yours.

“You’re really here?” Loki questioned You grabbed his hand and placed it on your cheek.

“Yes, I am.” He leaned down to plant a joyful kiss on your lips.

“Ah! Brother, I intend to sleep tonight!” Thor said. Loki glared at his brother for ruining his intimate reunion with you. Despite the interruption, he kept his arms firmly around your waist, just like he did so many years ago.

“The Allfather only allowed me to visit if Thor was with me.” You explained.

“So, Odin has almost the same amount of trust in you as he does in me.” Loki stated.

“It appears that is the case.” You nodded.

“Good. He should know just how crazy love makes a woman of your stature.” He smirked, using his magic to secretively plant an illusion in your mind of you and him escaping the prison and Asgard.

“If it doesn’t, then you’re not doing it right.” You replied as you kissed him again.

“We’d have a problem then, wouldn’t we?”

“Lady Y/N,” Thor piped up, yet again ruining the time you and Loki had together. “The time is up for now.”

“I’ll be back next week.” You told Loki, before giving him a longing kiss. You were both reluctant to pull away, but you eventually stepped back, out of his arms and through the cell doors. Loki stood satisfied as he heard you leave the prison with Thor- maybe he could last another week.


Loki didn’t have to wait a week for you to return to him. He knew you would be plotting his escape for him; he loved how you were able to be just as mischievous as him. When he heard the panic alarms sound for the far side of Asgard, he knew almost every guard would be gone. He waited patiently until you arrived.

“Lady Y/N, you are not permitted to visit the prisoner-“ the guard was cut off by you knocking him out with your shield. He put up little challenge against you; you had immense strength, even for an Asgardian, which made it so much easier for you in battle.

“Y/N, my love.” Loki smiled when you arrived at his cell.

“Sorry, am I late?” You asked, taking down the shield keeping him in.

“For you, I’d wait an eternity.” He replied, kissing you gently. His hand fell into yours and his other hand gestured to the exit, “Shall we?”

“We’ve only got a few more minutes.” You hurried out of there. Loki stopped at the throne room, casting an illusion and placing decoys of you two.

“So mischievous.” You chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“That should keep Thor occupied.” He replied as you continued your journey to the ships.

“Y/N, step away from Loki.” Thor said as he arrived in the throne room, unknowingly speaking to the apparition of you.

“I shall not.” You drew your swords and stood between the two princes.

“I do not wish to hurt you.” He added, raising his hammer as he prepared to throw it.

“Try me.” You cocked an eyebrow at him and Loki smirked behind you. Thor shook his head at your defiant tone. His hammer soared in the air and he let out an annoyed groan as it sailed straight through you, crashing into the wall behind you. The illusion of you and Loki fading into thin air

“Guards! They’ve escaped!” Thor’s voice boomed throughout the palace.

“Best act quickly.” Loki told you as you two arrived at the ship dock.

“That’s the plan.” You stated, starting up the small ship you stood on. Loki led you to his secret portal that leads to Earth.

“Loki!” Loki laughed as he heard Thor’s faint scream from the palace, far from where you and Loki currently were.

“Goodbye, brother.” Loki gave a cocky wave across the way to where Thor stood right next to Odin.

“You’re a crafty minx, you know.” Loki smirked at you, planting a kiss on your cheek as you steered the ship.

“Well, I did learn from the best.” You said as you went through the portal to a different realm.

best friend! Seungkwan

anon asked: can i request for some best friend!Seungkwan? (and probs some side best friend!Vernon like idk man i can definitely see them as the type where you can’t be best friends with one and not be best friends with the other lol)

  • the hardest part of childhood was figuring out school 
  • while it wasn’t learning the alphabet or how to read or basic addition and subtraction that you found difficult 
  • elementary school was tough lol 
  • mostly because you wanted to make friends 
  • but who knew getting friends was tough if you didn’t talk to anyone 
  • your teacher tried getting you to talk to the other kids 
  • but they low key scared you 
  • some were always yelling or crying for their mothers or throwing crayons 
  • so you just shook your head and colored your doodles on paper 
  • that was until someone’s birthday 
  • “Class, today is Boo Seungkwan’s birthday! He brought cake for everyone, line up to get a slice!" 
  • as usual you remained sitting in your seat in the back table coloring your rainbow in the sky 
  • until a paper plate with a slice of cake was plopped in front of you 
  • "It’s my birthday, you have to have cake." 
  • Seungkwan stood in front of you, probably the cutest seven year old to ever grace all of Jeju 
  • you always thought he was cool (from what you gathered was cool as a seven year old)
  • because he had lots of friends to play with at recess 
  • but you still didn’t know how to talk to the other kids 
  • and yet somehow he got you to say a few words 
  • "No thanks, I don’t like cake." 
  • "What?!?!? Who doesn’t like cake?" 
  • Seungkwan said crinkling his nose 
  • "I don’t." 
  • and from then on Seungkwan was hooked 
  • he followed you around during recess despite having friends who wanted to play soccer or kickball 
  • trying to figure out why you didn’t like cake 
  • yes he was that determined 
  • you liked sitting on the swings 
  • and Seungkwan sat next to you asking you every cake flavor he knew 
  • "Chocolate? Vanilla? Funfetti? How do you not like cake?" 
  • you laughed, he was so stubborn 
  • "I like pie better." 
  • and that’s all it took for a bootiful beautiful friendship to start 
  • he’d draw a smiley face sun on your drawing of a rainbow 
  • "How could you not have a sun?" 
  • he’d ask you to push him on the swings 
  • "y/n, you have to push me really high up." 
  • "I’m tinier than you Boo Seungkwan!" 
  • and who knew that ball of hyper energy lived down the street from you?
  • you went for a bike ride with your parents 
  • and there he was following his mom bringing in the groceries 
  • "Y/n?!?!?" 
  • "Boo Seungkwan?" 
  • many afternoons were spent reading picture books together or riding bikes 
  • even your parents ended up as close friends when one time Seungkwan scraped his knee and your parents helped you put on a bandaid for him and called his parents to tell them what happened 
  • when middle school came around you both had your own friend groups 
  • but you always walked home together 
  • complaining about how heavy your backpacks were and how mean your teachers were 
  • you both end up trading backpacks and racing each other up the hill to your houses to show the other how light their backpack was compared to yours 
  • "I won!" 
  • "No way, my back pack was way heavier, you’re cheating!" 
  • you’d always do homework at Seungkwan’s house on Mondays and Tuesdays 
  • and he’d go to your house for homework Wednesdays and Thursdays 
  • Fridays you’d both go down to the arcade and get ice cream and play arcade games 
  • you lived for Seungkwan’s mom’s pie 
  • and he loved your mom’s home made cake 
  • and so every lunch whenever he got pie he’d trade you for your cake 
  • your mom knew you didn’t like cake and yet she continued packing it for you 
  • "Just give it to Seungkwan since you do that anyway." 
  • Seungkwan liked playfully poking you every time you passed him in the hallways
  • people thought you two were siblings
  • "Wait he’s not your brother? But you two are always together everywhere? Walking home, walking to school…?" 
  • and when high school came around 
  • and his video of him singing got him a shot at PLEDIS 
  • he ran up to your house ringing the doorbell frantically with happy tears in his eyes 
  • "Go get ‘em Boo Seungkwan. I can see you walking around telling everyone you meet 'I’m from Jeju’ already. Make us proud Seungkwan." 
  • you laughed giving him a supportive hug 
  • you spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with him while you can 
  • giving him all the support you can 
  • "What if I’m not good enough?" 
  • BOI
  • he just laughed at your outburst 
  • "You sure?" 
  • "Seungkwan, I’d eat cake everyday for the rest of my life if it shows you how much I believe in you." 
  • "You must be serious, you really don’t like cake." 
  • "I do believe in you, Seungkwan, what the hell of course you’ll make it and then I expect signed stuff from you so I can sell it on the internet." 
  • "Yah!!! You should covet my stuff and run my fan sites, y/n!" 
  • "Cash is better, sorry not sorry." 
  • and you both laughed together 
  • "You’ve grown from the person drawing rainbows in the back of the class long ago.” He said smiling at you 
  • “Guess you taught me how to be my loud self. I only learned from the best." 
  • and he did it 
  • he debuted 
  • you were so proud 
  • he called you often during his trainee period telling you his worries 
  • you knew when he was close to crying
  • but you were there to support him 
  • and be his number one fan
  • and you watched his predebut programs 
  • and thought about the boy from Jeju who insisted you have cake that day so long ago 
  • and you told him of your high school life 
  • mostly exams and whatnot 
  • and you both studied hard together 
  • after he debuted, it was harder to see him 
  • your parents shipped you off to some of your family in Seoul 
  • where you could work part time and go to a university there 
  • but when you did hang out 
  • it felt no different than your after school ice cream and arcade days 
  • you’d wake up in the morning and see 172 messages from him 
  • pictures of his rehearsals at 2:37am 
  • and just random thoughts he had and sent to you 
  • "Hansol made a joke and it was awful." 
  • you met Hansol too because of Seungkwan 
  • "Why does Seungkwan always text you during our short breaks?”
  • “Seungkwan why are you texting me in third person?”
  • “Oh lmao this is Hansol, I stole Seungkwan’s phone and am currently hiding in the bathroom since he won’t tell me who he always texts." 
  • you snorted a little too loudly and ended up getting weird looks from your aunt 
  • "I’m y/n, Seungkwan’s friend from high school. I’m from Jeju." 
  • you met Hansol the next time you hung out with Seungkwan 
  • local park by his company with some nice hoops for basketball 
  • "Ah so you must be y/n.” the boy next to Seungkwan said 
  • “I swear I tried to get rid of him, but he just loves me too much, what can I do?" 
  • you burst out laughing their friendship is too cute 
  • y'all end up playing a game two v. one 
  • Hansol insisting you play on his team to show Seungkwan what’s up 
  • and you all go for ice cream afterwards 
  • "Hey!” A ping from your phone 
  • a picture of a smiling Hansol and Seungkwan pop up 
  • you smile and send them back a picture of you sticking out your tongue
  • “working hard I see” you say 
  • “Seungkwan misses you, but I missed you more" 
  • "What the heck Hansol stop it, who’s the best friend here?" 
  • "Tell Seungkwan you like me better, y/n." 
  • "YAH! She’s my best friend back off!" 
  • "get a room you two” you send while dying from laughter 
  • “y/n!!!“ they both send you 
  • your group chat consists of random selfies of Seungkwan 
  • and funny cat videos from Hansol 
  • and a lot of you being in the middle of their arguments 
  • "green tea chocolate is the best" 
  • "you can’t beat classical milk chocolate" 
  • "why not both you two?" 
  • "I’m offended." 
  • "Who are you?" 
  • "What do you mean both?!?!?" 
  • lit groups chats 
  • but you three are such troublemakers
  • so they be pming you like shady mofos 
  • "let’s prank Hansol, y/n.” “Let’s prank Seungkwan" 
  • separate messages you received within five minutes of each other 
  • so naturally you play them both 
  • and they both end up getting soaked by water balloons 
  • while you stayed a safe distance away keeled over dying of laughter
  • “Why didn’t you warn me, I’ve know you for years!" 
  • you run away as the two of them chase you with water balloons 
  • in the end all three of you get soaked 
  • "so anyone up for some cake?" 
  • "You know I hate cake let’s get pie" 
  • "I vote ice cream" 
  • ice cream it is then

Originally posted by dreamermay


~ admin seri

Liberty Pt.6

Originally posted by neverlandpixy

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, surprise ship (that wasn’t a pun)

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo (mentiones briefly)

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing

Warnings for this chapter: Alcohol, Drunk!Reader, throwing up, a few cute lil kisses, fluff, LANGUAGE

Word Count: 3889

A/N: BOOM! There’s a surprise in this chapter, (not a surprise for some) I’ve used google translate and my own knowledge for the spanish speaking parts {my cousins are bilingual and they’ve taught me a bit of shit}

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.


“I shouldn’t be doing what I am- I should only be doing this once I’m married, but I say screw the rules. I’m glad it’s you, and if I’m honest, on this night, I think I’m falling for you, Captain James.”

“And I, you, Miss Y/L/N.”


The day after tomorrow ~

As the St. Brooklyn came to the Spanish harbour, you watched as the bustling Spaniards made their way through the town. It was a lovely sight to see, palm trees, sandy beaches, sunny skies. It was about 4 pm and the sun was still beating down on everyone and everything.

You looked beside you to see Wanda, who was laughing with Sam, they looked at each other as though they were in love, maybe, and a smile tugged onto your lips.

Yet again, once Bucky had anchored the ship, he tipped off the harbour manager and gave a false name. He held out his arm and you took it willingly, feeling his muscles ripple underneath your fingers.

You had walked up to a large stall and Bucky dropped plenty of Spanish reals into the hand of the owner of the stall.

Diez cajas de la mejor comida que tienes, por favor.” He smiled kindly at the man as he said a quiet ’sí, señor’ in return, Bucky requesting for some of his crew to take it back to the ship.

Shall we gather some rum, water, and port? You can get something too if you’d like.” Bucky smiled down at you, you could feel a small amount of wonder wash through you, maybe they sold some fresh orange juice around here, you heard that Spain was known for the glorious taste of the fruit.

Could we find somewhere that sells fresh orange juice, Sir?

We may, mi amor, let’s go.” As you walked alongside him, you felt the cool breeze whisper through your hair, and two familiar voices came up behind you both.

Captain!” You heard Sam chirp, you both turned to see him escorting Wanda by the arm. “May Wanda and I accompany both of you?

Of course Sam! And you know full well you can call me by my actual name when the crew isn’t around!” Bucky patted Sam on the back and gave a sweet smile to Wanda. As you all walked down the main street, the sweet smell of mangos, strawberries, and oranges filled your nostrils and you sighed happily, for it had been so long since you indulged in such food.

You approached the stall with Wanda and asked for some orange juice, “Naranja con pulpa, por favor.” Bucky was utterly surprised how you knew Spanish- as a woman who was confined to only a small island knew a language other than English. As you waited for your juice to be finished, you spoke quietly with Wanda.

So, tell me, what’s with you and Sam, hm?” You both chuckled lightly.

It um, it started when Bucky had liberated him and many others during a slave trade, he had… been branded, he was hurting and well…Bucky had taken him under his wing, helped him heal from all the abuse inflicted onto him, the rest is for him to say but… He had sought refuge with me during the nights; he had nightmares. One night, I was out on the main deck looking at the stars, he came and sat by me.


“Oh, hello Sam, how are you tonight? No bad dreams I hope.” Wanda questioned, a frown adorning her features.

“Much better now I’m with you, Miss Wanda-”

“Please, Sam, no ‘miss’, I am not your superior, I am your equal, please remember that…” Wanda whispered, her hand coming to softly rest against his jaw, her thumb stroking the slight stubble as her eyes met his. They were warm, dark, beautiful.

As a slight breeze danced across the ship, a piece of Wanda’s hair rested across her face, Sam wasted no time in gently tucking it behind her ear.

“How many stars do you think are in the sky, Sam?” Wanda murmured. Sam looked at her then up at the sky.

“At least seven hundred billion, or more.” He had turned to see her looking at him with a secret smile, seems like all they were really were doing was waiting for love, and they didn’t have to wait longer than a millisecond.

Inching closer, he had sliced the space between the both of them, pressing a tender kiss upon her soft lips.


Ah, I see. As long as you are both happy, that’s all that matters.” You smile at the brunette.

There is much more to it, but I’ll tell you once we leave port.” She whispered.

The lady at the stall cleared her throat, turning around to see the small woman holding two large glass bottles of orange juice.

Gracias, señora!” You giggled with Wanda as you carried a bottle of the sweet juice each.

You turned and saw Bucky giving you a look that almost sent you to your knees, it was full of admiration and affection, so intense and you couldn’t help but feel the bird in your chest try and break out of its cage.

You approached him and took his hand in yours, following Sam and Wanda back to the market.

Here, let me.” You heard Sam murmur to the woman in red, her blush was apparent on her cheeks and you saw a slight wink in Sam’s eyes. You knew it.

Bucky took you to multiple stalls, he bought you a new corset and some pants, a pair of new boots and some blouses, so you didn’t have to wear the same clothes every day. You thanked him with a chaste kiss to his cheek and you swear you saw him blush only slightly.


As the night fell, the cooler it had become and Bucky escorted you back to the St. Brooklyn. As you both got to the ship Bucky heard a deep voice behind him.

Well, if it isn’t the legendary Captain James Barnes…

Bucky whipped around faster than a pistol bullet, you felt the blood drain from your face as you looked at the man in front of you. Was he here to arrest Bucky? Kill him? Take him? Bucky was a wanted man.

S-Steve Rogers, what are you doing here? I thought you were up in the north east Atlantic?” Bucky went to hug the man and pat him on the back, a wide smile donning his features.

Well, I arrived here about two days ago, Peggy had never visited Spain before, and I couldn’t resist.” The tall blond man was as big as Bucky, blue eyes like the uniform he was wearing- you knew he didn’t belong to the Trading Company; his thick American accent was apparent when he spoke- most likely from New York, like Bucky.

And who would this beautiful lady be?” You jerked your head up to see 'Steve’ smiling down at you. So you took a timid step forward, shaking his hand lightly.

Y/N Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.” You gave him a forced smile, you didn’t know whether to smile or not.

Y/N, he’s okay- I’ve known him since infancy. He won’t hurt me, love.” You felt a blush spread across your cheeks as Bucky whispered the words into your ear, you let out a sigh of relief and turned to smile at your lover.

We’re having a small celebration upon my ship tonight- Peggy turned 25- if you’d like to join us we can find another part of the coast to tie the ships together so we don’t drift apart during the night.” You stood awkwardly beside them as they spoke.

That is a brilliant idea, I’d be a fool to pass up such an offer, how about we gather both our crews and do it now, sound good?


Bucky and Steve decided on setting the party on the St. Brooklyn; it had a wider and longer main deck. You could hear the waves lap against the sides the ship as the men anchored it once more, you watched as Bucky and the crew tied up the sails. Wanda was slowly approaching you as you sat on the staircase towards the quarterdeck.

So, I need to ask you something,” You piped up, “Bucky… Okay well, when I first saw you use your powers, I said to Bucky that you could literally rule the seas, and well, he said something about how you couldn’t, something about you don’t have the full ability because you gave your heart to someone else?

Wanda sighed heavily and sat on the staircase with you.

Okay, so, this is the continued story from earlier. When Bucky had taken Sam in, which you already know the whole story about our… thing. Well anyway, he had a brand on his shoulder, from the slave trade, and he opened up to me about it one night. He had told me it was the root of his nightmares, bad thoughts and stress. I used my magic to make it disappear, the action I took made me realise that I was in love with him. Y/N, I would do anything for him, including…giving him my heart, I didn’t cut the beating thing out of my chest, no- I gave him my heart in the spiritual term. My heart belongs to Sam and Sam only. It’s better that I don’t have my full powers; they can take over your soul, you can make reckless decisions.”

You nodded along to everything she said, letting the words sink through your skin, it all made sense; the looks, the hidden touches, stolen kisses even.

The sun had finally set and the moon was apparent against the dark sky, both ships were illuminated with oil lamps, making the scene look like a swarm of giant fireflies if one were to look from afar. You noticed the loud music of strings playing an upbeat Irish tune and you smiled, remembering a small band that played something similar at the annual summer festival in Port Royal when you were younger.

Care to dance, miss?” You whipped around to see Bucky with an extended arm, you took his hand and he pulled you against him.

Bucky, I don’t know the steps!

Neither do I!” You both laughed as you danced along the main deck, holding each other in close proximity, this was the happiest you had felt in a long time.

As the song finished, you quickly grabbed a forgotten bottle of rum and took a few large gulps, the liquid burning the back of your mouth as you swallowed and squinted your eyes. As you opened them you saw Bucky stare at you, his mouth agape and eyebrows almost resting on his hairline.

What, you think a respectable, young, intelligent lady of Port Royal can’t drink?” You smirked, offering your captain the bottle, he took it gratefully and kept his eyes on yours as his lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle, a pang of desire drifting down to your core, you ignored it though; tonight was a night of having fun with him, no sexualness. He passed the bottle back to you and you gulped the rest down, almost half a bottle! Feeling a rush of blood go to your head, a few other songs were played and you felt your vision begin to blur only slightly as you turned back to Bucky.

W-What is it you pirates say? 'drink up me hearties yo ho’ Isn’t it? Or s-something…” You slurred, making Bucky chuckle as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Have you ever been drunk before, Y/N?” He mumbled, you looked up at him through your lashes and pouted, shaking your head.

Oh, darling, it’s going to be a fun night…

Suddenly, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, you whipped around to see a woman slightly taller than yourself with wavy brunette hair and a smile as bright as the white sails of the HMS Endeavor.

Hello, you must be Y/N, I’m Peggy!” You shook her hand, giving her a once over, she wore similar clothes to you, white blouse, brown pants and black boots. Her fair skin made her dark eyes contrast against her face and you admired her beauty greatly.

“It’s wonderful to meet you Peggy!” You returned, “Steve does know how to throw a party, does he not?

Indeed he does, I believe he’s throwing this one because I turned 25 a few nights previous. Hey- have you ever fired a pistol?

The question took you aback, you’d never touched the blasted things, they were deemed dangerous and if not handled correctly you could get a backfire injury.

I believe I haven’t, why’d you ask?” You had to raise your voice just a tad and the reason made you smile, for the crew had grown loud and boisterous.

Would you like me to show you how?” You quirked a brow at her question.

“I’d like to try!” She smirked at your retort and glanced at Steve, grabbing your hand she guided you to the quarterdeck, an empty glass bottle in her hand. As Peggy approached the railing of the deck, she placed the bottle down and stepped back a few metres, gesturing for you to come hither.

Now, take the gun, hold it like this, put your fingers here… Make sure you use both hands at first,” Peggy placed your fingers and hands in the right places, shifting your form so it was at a perfect angle to shoot the bottle. “shoot.

You pulled the trigger and almost got knocked back by the force. It was in a blink of an eye that you saw the bottle explode and shards of glass fly everywhere like a firecracker and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut.

The ringing in your ears blocked out the silence, and when you opened your eyes you were met with Peggy smirking at you. You let out the breath that was trapped in your lungs, shoulders slumping.

That was bloody brilliant! Y/N you’re a natural!” You smiled at the woman and gently handed the musket pistol in her hands for her to put it back on her affects belt.

You heard heavy footsteps come up to the quarterdeck and saw Bucky. He gave you both a confused look and turned to see the bottom of a rum bottle.

Peggy what did you do?

She didn’t cower, more like an ‘I’m innocent, I swear!’ look. “I just showed her how to fire, James. Calm down- at least she didn’t get a backfire injury like I did.

Peggy turned and showed you her hand, there was a thick white scar trailing from the inner side of her thumb to the middle her palm.

When Steve first taught me how to fire a musket, I didn’t hold it correctly and the force of it ripped my hand open, it took a few good months to heal, I had to train with my opposite hand and now I’m ambidextrous.” Your face lit up at the word; so were you! But then the fleeting moment of giddiness simmered away as you realised Peggy and Steve weren’t to stay on your voyage to Singapore, at least, that’s what you thought.

Um- Bucky! I, er, oh… fuck.” Bucky flinched, you had never cursed before! “I- I don’t feel well-” you ran to the side of the ship, a pain in your head and the feel of bile rising in your throat. You felt gentle fingers pull your hair out of your face as you threw up what was in your stomach, the foul taste of rum and and bread combined leaving a bad aftertaste in your mouth.


Someone can’t handle their alcohol,” Bucky laughed, whipping a rag out of his pocket to gently wipe at your mouth. “Let’s get you cleaned up, angel, c’mon.

Will she be okay, James?” Peggy asked, shock written on her pale features.

Yes Ma’am, it’s her first time drinking, obviously one hell of a lightweight. Would you be a doll and tell Steve I’ll be back in about 20 minutes? I just need to clean her up.” Bucky slithered an arm around your waist as you leaned against him, groaning at the thump, thump between your eyes.

As you approached the doors of the Captain’s Cabin, you felt the familiar burn of bile slither up your throat. Detaching yourself from Bucky, you stumbled to the side of the ship to hurl again, this time only throwing up once and then dry heaving, leaving a nasty pulled-muscle feel in your spine and throat. You fell to your knees in exhaustion, salty tears slipping from your eyes, though they weren’t from sadness; you didn’t know what to feel right now.

It felt like an eternity or a life long prison sentence before you felt two dainty hands lift you by your underarms.

My, my, Y/N. How much did you drink?” Wanda stroked your hair from your face, as she questioned you.

Only ha-half a bottle of… well it was a biiiiig bottle of, er, rum? I think?” You felt the world spin as you mustered the words to speak. “I-I’ve never ever, ever drank alcohol before p-please don’t be mad at me.” You whimpered, feeling the same hands hold your face.

Oh, Y/N, why would I be mad? Everyone’s got to experience new things in their life, even if the outcome isn’t as good as they hope.” You smiled up at Wanda, you figured apart from Peter, she was your best friend and you hugged her tightly.

Bucky’s bringing you some mint water, oh- here he is. I’m going to go and give Sam that promised dance.” She kissed the top of your head in a motherly fashion and jogged away, you were slumped against a bannister as Bucky approached.

Here, Y/N, gargle this and spit it out.” He lifted the goblet to your lips and the strong taste of mint almost made you gag. You swivel and spit through the wooden bars of the banister.

Please take me inside, Bucky.” You rested your head against his chest as he carried you to his cabin once more, hoping you weren’t going to throw up. You were beginning to feel normal again but not enough to feel sober.

As Bucky gently placed you on the bed, couldn’t help but admire him, he shrugged his waist coat off and rolled his sleeves up his forearms, revealing the branded ‘P’ on his right wrist. He was beautiful nonetheless, even with scars, or cuts or bruises. You tugged on your blouse and yanked it over your head, finding no energy to remove your corset, you slumped back onto the bed. You kicked off your boots and groaned, wiggling your aching toes inside your trouser stockings. You leaned up against the headboard as Bucky reappeared with a damp cloth in his hand.

Bucky lightly dragged the cloth against your face and neck, the cool sensation seemed to help you breathe deeply and you couldn’t help but chuckle, for Bucky had his eyes trained onto your chest, every breath you took had your breasts straining against your corset.

My eyes are up here, James.” You giggled as you whispered, earning a quiet ‘sorry, kitten, every part of you is just so beautiful’ from his lips. “I feel kind of sober now, all I have is a pounding headache. How are you feeling?” Your body betrayed your words as you hiccuped. You looked into his icy blue eyes as your hand came to stroke his shoulder.

“I’m absolutely perfect, angel.” He bestowed a feather-like kiss to the area between your cheek and your jaw, and the previous pang of desire fired up again. As Bucky dragged the cloth down your neck, he maintained eye contact with you, watching as your pupils dilated when the damp rag came into contact with the top of your breasts, your breath hitched in your throat as he squeezed hard on the damp fabric, sending a few cold streams of water down your cleavage. Your no-sexualness-tonight-rule was trying to break out the window, but you refused to let it go. You leaned into him and pressed your mouth to his, a sweet, tender kiss was all it was.

I’m feeling quite fuzzy, I don’t know what this feeling is.”

That my dear, is a feeling between relaxation and happiness I believe. would you like to change out of these confines?” Bucky asked, stroking your hair away from your shoulders. You mumbled a ‘mhm’ and a ‘please’ as you felt him kiss your shoulder.

Let me go and get one of my shirts…” Bucky was back as soon as he left, a white shirt in hand. He motioned for you to turn around so he could unlace your corset. The feeling of his cool fingers against your spine raised goosebumps on your forearms and you gasped when you felt very familiar lips gently tease your neck, the mixture of being undressed and teeth against your skin making you tilt your head to the side with a heavy breath escaping your parted lips.

I’m not going to do anything with you tonight, angel, just a few kisses, for I don’t want to take advantage of a beautiful soul like yours.” The words sent the butterflies in your tummy into a frenzy, you heard Bucky mutter an ‘arms up’ and you slightly felt like a child, and the thought made you chuckle. You felt him slide the corset and replace it with the cool fabric of his shirt. The strong scent of him filled your nostrils and you sighed.

Pants on or off?” You answered his question by tugging them down your hips, your soft thighs grabbing his attention. He placed a loving hand upon one, squeezing only slightly. “Y’know, you look good in my shirt- scratch that, you could probably look good in a potato sack.” You gave a hearty laugh which coaxed him into a fit of giggles too. “I mean, you’re just wonderful, you’re soft, angelic, your keep your sword as sharp as your wit and you seem like the person to not be afraid of battle. I really, truly admire you, Y/N.

By then you had shifted and laid your head on his thick thighs, your hand stroking his knee. You felt his fingers stroke over the exposed skin of your neck, over your shoulder and rested on your waist.

B-Bucky can I sing you a lullaby? I-I know I’m still, er, drunk but it’s one my father used to sing to me when I was an infant.” He chuckled at your request and uncertainty.

Of course, my love, but I must get back to Steve soon, it’s Peggy’s birthday after all and I haven’t seen them in a long time and you must get some rest.

Okay, um, I can’t remember the full lyrics, but I know a few…

Oh, someday this chair may be a boat for another pair and you and your baby will sail the sea,” You felt him jerk at the words, making you pause, but you continued. “Within this rocking chair and as we rock and hum and sing so you will go too and dreams, with sweep and with swing will take baby and boat and you.” You hicupped and it made him chuckle lightly, you yawned and smushed your face against his thighs some more, god, they were so comfortable!


Y/N… Did your father ever tell you where that lullaby is from?” Bucky asked, he could feel the unwanted tears pool in his eyes.

Mmm, he ne’er told me, why’d y’ask Buck?” You mumbled in your relaxed state.

Doll… That’s a lullaby only pirates know.


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A Valentine’s Proposal ... After the Fact

Happy Valentine’s Day @sailorkillian!!! I’m your somewhat absent CS Secret Valentine! When you told me about your favorite CS moments I picked up that you are a big fan of the fluffy ones so here is a little Valentine’s proposal fic that doesn’t take place on Valentine’s Day and isn’t really a proposal .. read on to find out what that means!

Emma turned the key in the ignition and the yellow bug’s engine went silent. Killian’s eyes were closed as his head rested back on the seat. It had been another long adventure..

“So, I guess we can cross Narnia off the lists of realms to visit for our next vacation, huh?”

“Next vacation?” Killian replied, not opening his eyes. “We’d have to have one first, love.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” she agreed.

Killian finally opened his eyes and took her hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Shall we go inside and try to get some rest before your son decides to explore another wardrobe?”

“Yes, please,” Emma said. After slamming her door shut she looked back at Killian over the roof of the car. “And I saw Leroy walking out of Granny’s so we should probably double check the locks on the front door.”

“And barricade the windows.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking about that,” Emma laughed as she fell into step with him. He slipped an arm around her waist and they slowly walked up the stairs to their front door.

“Keeping everyone out for a few days of solitude with you is no joking matter,” he said, turning her in his arms and pulling her into a kiss.

When they pulled apart Emma’s eyes stayed closed as the smile spread across her face. “We made it home.”

“Aye, love.” He kissed her forehead and put the key into the lock.

He turned the key and pushed open their front door. Emma took a step inside and heard a crunch beneath her feet as though she had stepped onto fallen leaves.

“Killian …  what is all this?”

“Bloody hell, I had forgotten.”

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Library Blues

Summery: Being locked in a library with Steve Rogers wasn’t your idea of a perfect night but you didn’t have much of a choice.

Pairing: College AU!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1,525

Warnings: swearing, angst-ish, little fluff

A/N: This is entry to JSD’s rom-com writing challenge @just-some-drabbles (I changed my url so its probably different than the one on your list). This is  also my first Steve Rogers fic! This was inspired by a part in a book though I can’t seem to remember which book! Anyways enjoy, happy readings!

Prompt: “Looks like we’re gonna be here for a while.”

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

*gif cred to owner*

It took all your will power to stay in the library and not go to the raging campus party you had earlier been invited to. “I better pass this stupid calculus exam,” you whisper to yourself continuing to the next practice question.

“Math?” A mans voice said from above you.

“Mhmm,” you grunt out cursing whoever this was for there distraction.

“I’m more of a language guy,” the man continued though you showed no interest.

“Cool,” you reply.

“Yeah English major, I kind of want to be a high school English teacher. That’d be nice.”

Annoyed you bitched the man out. “I seem to have failed to remember when I gave a fuck, leave me alone dude.”

Taken back by your harsh words the man left. You took the liberty to look up from your math and see who you had just been talking to. The man had light brown hair and a muscular built.

“I hope he wasn’t cute,” you mumble to yourself again trying to get back the focus you lost when you were interrupted.

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The First Time - Tommy Shelby

Request: Can I request Tommy seeing is child for the first time.

The First Time - Tommy Shelby

You sat on the bench in the train station. The station was full of families waiting for the train of young men to roll in from France. Polly stood with Ada near the rails, trying to see down into the distance. Finn had fallen asleep on the bench and you volunteered to sit with him. On your lap was a sleeping three year old, his face pressed against your chest as you gentle bounced him. You were glad to be sitting away from the rails as your nerves were out of control.  

Just before the call for soldiers rang through Small Heath you had gone to Polly’s early in the morning. She had been up but the boys were all sleeping. You told her that you needed to talk to Tommy, that it was urgent. You stood out on the stoop when she went in to wake him. Even today, almost four years later, you could remember the way he’d come outside half dressed, groggy from sleep.  

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A Final Send-Off

Summary: With only a few days before James is shipped off to England to fight the war, [Y/N] wants to give him a meaningful farewell.

Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes x Reader

Words: 6610

Warnings: lovey-dovey (18+) smut, no swearing for a change (don’t hold it against me if there is), and just general sweetness with a bit of… hotness.

A/N: Have I ever written this much smut? I’m not quite sure. This story is part 3 of “The Rise And Fall” (a Bucky Barnes x Reader) series. See the masterlist for more context and a link to the other stories related to this series.

Originally posted by queercharactersoftheday

With a crack the door to [Y/N]’s tenement house opened and she stepped outside, standing on the dark stone staircase that was connected to the streets of Brooklyn. Cheerful noises of young children, playing hopscotch and double-dutching, wafted through the air. Her pa was seated a couple of steps beneath [Y/N]. He was reading a newspaper with a cold beer in-between his legs. It was his way to relax after a long and arduous week at the steel mill. Unlike most workers there, with the use of his big brain, he had managed to somewhat work himself up to a job that meant slightly less manual labor… but it was still manual and it was still labor, so these were his quiet moments. It was quickly getting darker, and there would not be much daylight left for him to continue his reading outdoors. She would rather not interrupt him, but these were the very few moments when he would not be surrounded by her mother or her younger sister, so she had to be smart about it. She had to be smart about the talk she was going to start up.

“Pa, could we talk?” He was startled for a moment, but then looked up at his daughter, dread crossed his mind, and he folded the newspaper and placed it on his legs.

“Those are words a father never wants to hear his child say.” He finally said as he gestured for her to sit down next to him on the staircase.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic, pa.” She smiled, sat down and straightened the streaks that formed in her skirt.

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The One, part 4

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst, a little twist at the end of this one

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?

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The Little Mermaid And Her Human Prince | 6

Pairings: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mermaid!au; angst, fantasy, fairy tale

Words: 2,4k

Warnings: Death, Monsters, Mentions of drawning

Summary: Your father, the king of the merfolk, has forbid you to come in contact with the humans. But as you see a ship with humans in need of help, you forget his rule and try to help. Unfortunately, you put yourself in danger and got saved by a beautiful human boy. Since the moment you lied your eyes on him, things have changed.

A/N: Tadaa~! Finally the 6th chapter! Sorry that it took so long to update this and that it’s a “small” chapter, but this is kinda like Filler chapter? But also very important! So I hope that you will enjoy it!

Also a big THANK YOU for 200 FOLLOWERS! WOW!!Like woah I am SO HAPPY!! Thank you!

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She was in love, deeply in love with him. She loved the way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at her but he didn’t love her. For him she was just the younger sister of his love, Diana.

Siren was beautiful, her long black hair swirling in soft curls while her purple tail moved in the waves of the sea but Diana was golden, her blonde hair was glowing in the darkest spots of the sea, her blue tail representing the sky. And Diana loved her young prince Poseidon.

The young couple was loved by the merfolk, everyone wished them a good future with many beautiful children, everyone but Siren.  She started to hate them to the point where she wanted to kill her own sister, her family.

Years after Siren got banned her heart sank into a deep dark ocean of hate. She started to hate everyone, the world and love. She build herself a kingdom of darkness and hate, also known as the ship cemetery. She wanted to destroy every living soul that would disturb her.

On a sunny day the royal family of the Rosas de Coral Kingdom has decided to celebrate the 3rd birthday of their youngest son - Prince Jungkook. The king and the queen invited every kingdom they could reach and went on one of their ships to celebrate on the sea, in peace.

It was wonderful, everyone had a good time, happy music was playing, people were dancing, children were playing and running around the ship, acting as if they were on a dangerous adventure.

But as the night came, wrapping the sky in darkness over the heads of the people on the ship, darkness was also wrapping the sea under the unknowingly people who were enjoying the fireworks in honor of the young prince.

As soon as the lights of the fireworks died out, Siren came out of the water clinging on the ship with her huge tentacles, rocking the ship from one side to another. No one knew what was happening, panic break out on the ship. The guests were trying to find a save place, screaming in fear of the monster, children tried to find their parents and guards tried to protect the king and his family.

“Where is Taehyung?” The queen, Taehyung’s mother screamed searching for her beloved son. He was right here, next to her. Jungkook was in the kings arms, holding him for dear life and searching for his other son who has suddenly disappeared. “Taehyung! Where are you! Taehyung!” The young mother screamed, tears scrolling down her rosy cheeks. She was scared for her son’s life. He was her everything and she would never apologize herself for letting him get hurt or even die.

It was like music for Siren, she loved the sounds of the screaming humans who she drags into the water to drown them without any guilt, the crying of the small humans, who had just lost their parents.

With a few moves and swifts Siren destroyed the ship to the point where the body of the started to get filled with water and started to sink.

“To the boats! Everyone get to the boats!” The king demanded, he took his queen on her hand and led her and Jungkook to one of the small rescue boats. “Come on, you go first!” But his queen didn’t want to go to the boats, not as long as she has found Taehyung.

“I won’t go until I found him!” She screamed before she took her long white dress in her hands and ran off to find her son, ignoring the screams from her husband and the cries of her youngest son. She screamed his name over and over again, but the screaming of the people who tried to run away from the sea witch. Finally the queen has found her son, who was trying to help and elder lady that has slipped and couldn’t stand up anymore.

“Taehyung get to the boat, what are you doing?!” She screamed, helping the lady up, a guard came by and helped as well.

“Mommy, I wanted to help!” He said looking up at his tear strained mother, her whole body was shaking and her hair a mess, but still the young prince has never seen any woman more beautiful than his own mother.

“Get to the boat, your father and brother are waiting.” She squeezed his small shoulder with her delicate hands. Taehyung nodded at his mother before he took her hand and went to the boat.

But his mother would never get to these boats.

Siren saw the beautiful woman, who was crying for his son and the way they interacted. She was disgusted by this and wanted to destroy them and their love.

She reached for the woman with her tentacle, pinned her waist and pulled her to the sea. The queen fell to the ground,a scream escaped her mouth.

“Mommy!” Taehyung held his mother’s arm as strong as he could with his tiny hands. “Mommy hold my hand! Don’t let go, please!” The sea witch’s grip around his mother’s body grew stronger and Taehyung and Jungkook’s mother knew that she wouldn’t escape this monster’s tentacles. She looked up her son, who was holding her with both his hands, teared eyes and a runny nose.

“Hey, don’t cry okay? Please take care of your father and brother…” She smiled at him “for me?” And then she let go of his hands. The last thing she could hear before she entered the dark of the sea was the scream of her son, who she has always believed that he will become a great king someday.

“Ugh …love. He, a human is in love with her, with the daughter of this damn King Poseidon!”

The ugly creature stared into her magic shell, messaging her growing migraine away. She got sick after seeing the way the young human prince spoke to and looked at you.

The sea witch turned away, pushing her long black hair to the side, her tentacles bringing her to the other side of her grotto.

“You have no right to speak about our King in that way!” A young boy screamed from behind grids.

“Young boy I suggest you to stay quiet before I make calamaris out of you!” The sea witch spits at the boy. “I have all the right to speak about this traitor after what he has done to me!”

The sea witch wanted revenge for what she has become 20 years ago, revenge for her life, revenge for her lost love, she wanted to end the Kingdom of King Poseidon or better his life. She wanted to hurt him in the most hurtful way and she is starting to find a way.

“So you are the friend of the princess, right?” She asked the boy while she was staring at a certain stone, glimmering in a pink tone, the light slowly dying. “Hmm I could wait a couple more days and wait until she dies-”

“Dies? Y//n won’t die! Never!” Hoseok screams at the creature before him, clinging on the grinds. He got captured by the sea witch and locked up. He tried everything to save you from the humans, but failed miserably.

“But see young boy. She has been a human for a couple of days.” She started to laugh evil, Hoseok didn’t understand where the problem was and why the sea witch was so excited about it, which she had noticed. “Oh you really don’t know? Let me explain! If a mermaid stays at land for more than three days, she will slowly die, she will get immense pain, sick and slowly falls into dust until nothing is left behind from her dear life.” Hoseoks face turns into horror hearing that you are in life danger. “ Isn’t that wonderful? The youngest daughter of the queen and king will die! And I don’t have to do anything, it will just happen! Or…”

The sea witch stops her evil speech to take out many plants and other things, the stone hanging around her neck.

“Maybe I could have some fun, maybe I could use your little friend to kill the whole damn family! Ah what a thought.” She turns around to face Hoseok with dark eyes and an ugly smirk before she starts to giggle and fulfill her desires.

Taehyung was sitting on his bed, reviewing the events that had happened that day. He felt awful for not telling you that he was engaged and he doesn’t know why. He felt stupid for that. But as he was thinking about the time you had spent together, he only saw your beautiful smile that you always had when you learned something new or when you were just looking up at him.

He let his hands wander through his long curls, he wanted to see you, he needed to see you and he decided that he will see you, now.

He made his way to your room and as he was standing in front of your door, he had to take a deep breath before he knocked. Then he waited for a few seconds, more seconds and knocked again but no answer. Strange, were you already sleeping? He wanted to knock again but decided to enter your room, only to ro find it empty.

Where were you?

You were on your way to the beach. You were sick of waiting for a wonder to happen, you needed to do something and find your stone as soon as possible. You can’t let your family and Hobi wait any longer, they must be worried sick and search for you everywhere. Besides you don’t fit in this world, you are a mermaid not a human. Your life is under the sea.

As you march to the beach, the smell of salt already forming in your nose your thoughts wander to Amanda. You don’t know this girl, or even knew that she was the fiancé of Taehyung. You weren’t mad or anything, it’s not like it’s your business but it made you remind you where your place actually was and you wanted to make sure that you go back to your place.

The beach was beautiful at the night, the moon was shining brightly on the water making it look mysterious. No one else beside you on this land knew the true beauty that hides under the surface of the water and you were proud of it, but you also wished that you could share it with someone. The humans should see something as beautiful as the ocean, but what would it cost for the merpeople. Will humans like the ones that had captured you harm your own people?

You took a step into the water, the waves crashing against your ankles. The cool water felt like magic on your feet, you felt how your strength grew, but only a bit. You let your gaze wander around when you found a cliff to the right of the castle. Maybe if you jump from there, you could swim back to where you lost your stone and search for it. For you, in that moment you couldn’t find any other solution.

You reached the cliff, leaned over the edge to see how high you actually were. Doubts started to grow in your stomach, but what else should you do? You were about to jump into the water but you heard someone calling for you.


You looked around to search for the familiar voice, your mind racing trying to figure out if you were dreaming or not.


“Down here!” You looked down to the water and he was really there. Down in the sea was Hobi waving at you with a bright smile. A smile had also formed on your face and without any hesitation you jumped down into the water.

But you didn’t know how humans swim. You pushed your legs and arms around, but you couldn’t move like you were used to it. Also you couldn’t find Hoseok, where was he? You tried to shout for him,  but as soon as you opened your mouth water began to fill your lungs. What was happening?

You started to panic, moving around to find Hoseok but it was too dark to see something. You wanted to swam up to get air again, but your heavy dress dragged you down and tangled around your legs. From one second to another the world around you grew darker and darker and you slowly lost your consciousness, before that you felt someone grabbing you and dragging you out of the water.

Taehyung had searched everywhere in the castle. Jungkook and the other people had noticed his worried expression on his face and after they got told that you went missing they started to search you too. Amanda couldn’t understand why everyone was searching for some random girl and wished for her servants to not mind that one girl who went missing.

Taehyung was helplessly standing in your room, his heart was racing and he started to be scared for you. He didn’t wanted you to get hurt.

Standing in the middle of your room he tried to find any evidence to help you to find, but there was nothing.

He only could sit on your bed and stare out the window on the ocean. The sub started to raise slowly on the horizon. He was searching through the whole night for you and he didn’t even realize that.

A couple of more minutes Later Taehyung was still on your bed, resting his tired body before it finally hit him. The ocean!

His long legs carried him as fast as they could to the beach, he could hear the waves breaking on the cliffs near the castle. He finally reached the beach and his eyes focused on a small figure lying on the sand, it was you. Taehyung hurried to your side screaming for you praying to the dear gods that you would react but there was no reaction coming from you.

You were completely soaked, sand sticking everywhere, even on your face. Taehyung checked if you were still breathing and thank god you were. He cleaned your face from all the sand before he took you in his arms and carry you back to the safe castle, but a shining object captured his attention. It was a stone in a rose color, the color was similar to the color of your tail. It must be your stone that you had lost days ago.



Pairing: Harry Hook x Peter Pan’s Daughter!Reader

Request: the1theonlyshatayaty said: “Can u do a Harry hook oneshot where she is Peter pans daughter and they were dating before she went back to auradon and she goes with the VKs to help save Ben… Maybe a super fluffy reunion Sorry if it doesn’t make any sense”

& (Because they were so similar)

Anonymous said: “For a harry hook imagine, could you do one where the reader is Peter Pan’s daughter (i honestly love the concept of it) and they go with the VK’s + Ben to get Mal to come back, and something happens where they happen to meet Harry?? (this is really vague but i dont really mind what you decide to do with it) thank you!! ✨”

Prompts: N/A

TW: Betrayal, homesickness, sword fight, light cursing, running away

A/N: I may have gone a bit overboard with this, so it’s really long, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. There are 3,183 words.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Students shipping emison and ali and emily just run with the joke

If I went to rosewood I’d totally ship emison, sorry this took so long:


Walking the too long hallway to Alison’s classroom during her free period made Emily’s heart beat out of control. Per usual for whenever she has to come in here, she wonders how long that feeling will last.

And then always remembers she’s felt it for ten years.

Approaching the classroom with a heavy sigh she relaxes her body upson seeing that the door was closed. From the small window she could peak through, the brunette notices Alison sitting at her desk. A smile drifts across her face as she watches her for a moment, until her eyes drift over and notices the three students sitting at the far back desks. Kelsey Thomson, Jayden Knowles, Kyle Hughes. All straight A students who loved hanging out together. Unfortunately for Emily, they like to use Alison’s free period.

Why might this be a problem? Over the last few weeks all three of them have caught on to the two teachers, and when they’re all around each other there’s always playful taunting directed towards the adults. Although Emily usually denies it, today she felt like playing along a bit.

Alison used the last of the milk this morning so Emily didn’t have her cereal, it was sweet revenge.

Knocking confidently now on the heavy door she smirks a bit harder noticing Alison jump at first, however when she sees Emily at the door she shoots her a pondering look. Standing awkwardly Alison adjusts her dress before mumbling something to the three, soon opening the door. Emily tries to step inside however Alison’s hand shoots up, stopping her.

“Can I come in?” Emily asks raising her brow and slightly shifting her eyes between Alison and the group of students.

“I don’t know, can you?” Alison challenges back, earning a blush from the swim coach.

“Let’s not be that teacher, they were the worst.” Emily still smiles, shaking her head and lowering her voice.

“The absolute worst.” Alison laughs back while pushing the door open, inviting Emily inside.

Stepping in the classroom she stands off to the side, waving to the whispering group of students. Behind her, the sound of the heavy classroom door shutting. In her head, she counts the number of steps behind her.

Passing by Emily slowly Alison shakes her head with a small laugh, heading for her desk. “What can I do for you Coach Fields?” Alison asks as she resumes her previous position grading papers.

Pulling a chair over to the desk as well, Emily clears her throat. Alison’s blue eyes shift across her brown delicately before her brow furrows. “I need to go over these students grades.” She says quietly, handing Alison a few individual folders of students on the swim team.

“That’s it?” Alison asks curiously, “you just need their grades and a small blurb from me?” She continues as she quickly checks who the students are before beginning to pull up their grades on her computer.

“Pretty much.” Emily shifts in her seat, her eyes gazing back at the three students who are all watching them with knowing smiles. Giving them a small smile before looking back to Alison.

Noticing her engulfed in her work, Emily takes advantage of this time. Standing up and fully knowing Alison is probably watching what she’s doing, Emily exerts her confidence and approaches the three friends.

“Hey guys, do you always study or do you allow yourselves to be teenagers sometimes?” The swim coach jokes, earning a laugh from all three.

“We all want to get into Stanford together.” Kelsey speaks for them with a sly smile.

“Ah ,” Emily mumbles, shifting a little uncomfortably at the mention of the college. Those years were behind her, it was a hard time to go through. Especially being so far from home. She had to admit to herself a long time ago that no matter how awful it may be, Rosewood was home. “I remember Stanford.” She comments with a nostalgic feel.

“Of course you do.” Alison comments without fail behind her, unknowingly giving these kids and Emily something to roll with.

“Shit, what happened at Stanford?” Kyle inquires loosely, earning a shoulder slap from Jayden and a quick “watch your language” from Emily and Alison.

In unison.

Just as expected, Emily bites her cheek and leans against the counter with a knowing smile.

“Okay we’re all adults here-” Kelsey says quickly, shifting in her seat to face a now rarely blushed Alison who points her pen at Kelsey, cutting her off.

“Coach Fields and I are adults, you three are teenagers.” Alison shoots back.

“We’re seniors.” Jayden deadpans.

“Still teenagers.” Alison chimes without missing a beat, already returning to the next folder in Emily’s pile.

“Either way,” Kelsey cuts in eagerly, “I just would like to go on record to day that you and coach fields very clearly have a thing.” The dirty blonde haired teen says confidently, turning to Emily and giving her an approving nod.

“Remember what I said about teenagers?” Alison comments back, shaking her head and Emily can see through her easily. So clearly she’s flustered, and doing everything not to laugh. “That wouldn’t be your business, I’m saying this politely.” Alison tries to warn, it’s no use.

For a moment the classroom is silent. Emily’s brown eyes take turns looking between Kelsey and Alison. They’re staring each other down however they’re both trying not to laugh. The sight puts a deeper smile on the swim coaches face, she knew she would hear about this later.

Not wanting all the fun to die down, the brunette takes this as her opportunity to jump in.

“Hey what do you mean by ‘a thing’?” Emily asks, giving it her all to act as genuinely into is as she can.

“Em-” Alison says, standing from her seat but instantly regrets it. Her hand comes to her mouth as she tries hard not to laugh and yell at Emily all at the same time.

“For example,” Jayden chimes in with her own cheeky grin “you just passionately called coach fields, em.” The teen comments before laughing with her friends and even with Emily.

Not getting a direct response from Alison yet again the swim coach decides she can push a little further. Pretending to be dramatically shocked, Emily drops her jaw and crosses her arm. It’s taking every ounce of strength to suppress her smile.

“Oh wow passionately, that’s a grand choice of words Jayden..” she laughs before Alison cuts her off.

“Coach Fields!” She calls, causing Emily to twist rapidly and face her. “Your files are done, thank you for stopping by.” The flustered english teacher says quickly before meeting Emily halfway and escorting her to the door. Opening it up she ushers Emily out into the hallway.

“Bye guys!” Emily calls back on her way out.

“Bye Coach Fields!” The three friends call back with short chuckles and adoring whispers.

“I ship it.” The pair hears Kyle say happily as they exit.

Only taking a few steps out of the doorway Emily turns around, coming face to face with Alison who is trying not to smile.

“Ali,” Emily tries to say but Alison cuts her off.

“They’re never going to let me live that down.” She explains calmly, moving in to hug Emily with a smile. “What could I have possibly done to get that?” She jokes as they embrace tightly. Through the short contact she can feel Emily’s heart beat a little faster, she allows herself to smile. She couldn’t be mad, this is the person she fell in love with. Plus, Em is lucky those are the three most loyal students either of them have ever met.

It’s a reminder of their own times roaming these halls five years ago.

With a cheeky grin and another curious “what?” from her girlfriend, Emily moves forward and plants a firm kiss on Alison’s forehead.

“You used the milk this morning.” Emily says before turning in her heels and heading back to the pool.

“Seriously?!” Alison calls from behind her in disbelief, yet wholeheartedly in love.

“Of course, see you at home!” Emily calls, turning to blow a kiss before dipping down the next hallway. Head in the clouds and heart back in the English room.

Patton the Villain Wrangler Part 8

Consistency? Don’t know her.

Word Count: 997

Warnings: More Awkwardness(insert trademark symbol here) Some self-deprecating thoughts, if there’s anything else, let me know

Ships: Moxiety, on the verge of romance

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The next day, Patton poked his head into Logan’s office. “Hey, Logan?”

“Yes, Patton?”

“I’m gonna take off early tonight. I’ve got a meeting with the Vigilante.”

Logan looked up from his paperwork. “Do you have a request for a villain?”


“If I find out that you’re lying…”

“Don’t you worry! I’ll work later tomorrow night.”


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Newcomers Pt 18

Cathy awoke rather abruptly feeling ill and quickly rolled over and vomited into a bucket that Hopkins had placed there earlier when he had come to check on her. That was hours ago and it was now the middle of the night as no sunshine passed through the gap in the tent. She sensed Hesky awake and send his concern through the Link and she responded with the sickly feeling and reassurance to let him know she was okay. He was still worried about her though and she could easily sense it even if they were not in the Link. She ached, her whole body did and the doctors could not figure out why, the symbiont had been working overtime to try and combat this infection whatever it was and was almost trying to dig itself into her body. She hit it as if to tell it to stop which only made her feel worse. She was not the only one though, a few of the others had gotten ill too, Karen among them although Cathy seemed to be at a more advanced stage. Many were thinking this could be the body rejecting the symbiont but there was no sign of that. What was odd was that only the woman were falling ill. Because of this the Human military advance across Bento had come to a halt while they dealt with this issue, Kiev’s force had been reporting the same thing with their female soldiers and even some of the men where feeling the early effects.

“Ah I hate feeling like this” she moaned to herself, she hated being ill she liked to be up and doing things, which was probably why she hated being pregnant. That thought made her laugh since she had had the desire for another, that made Hesky awake once more as he felt that desire in the Link and she sent humour to quell his fear.

She then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep again, if not a bit sweaty.

The next morning everyone was woken to the sudden shock of Cathy through the Link, she screamed and shouted and called for help in the Link making everyone aware something was wrong. Not just in her camp but on the planet and in the fleet.

Hopkins was the first in her tent and what he saw was nothing short of insane.

Cathy had changed.

Her features were sharper and more defined and her ears elongated like that of a mythical elf, her eyes were larger and a sharp purple colour that seemed to see everything. But what was most obvious were her legs, it was as if the foot had lengthened to create another knee joint that bent backwards adding to their already incredible power. At the base of her spine was now a tail, not quite a mammal one and not a reptilian either.


“Help me” she breathed.

Hopkins stared at her not sure what to do before finally getting down and helping her back into her bed.

“Cathy? What happened?”


“Where is your symbiont?”

She placed her hand on the back of her neck and felt only flesh, the symbiont was gone.

“Get a doc-”

“You called!”

“Dammit Cassion don’t sneak up on people” Hopkins shouted.

“Who was sneaking?”

Cassion sat next to Cathy and looked her over, by this time a crowed had gathered with people asking questions and even those in the Link demanding to know what had happened especially Hesky. It was an hour before they had even an idea.

“So?” Jenkins asked Cassion who was looking at some of her blood.

“Well in my expert opinion…this blood is red”


“Fine fine” he said putting it aside “She is in perfect health”

“And my shit doesn’t stink” said Hopkins who was sitting next to her holding her hand.

“It’s true she is now cured of all the natural ailments you would normally expect to find in a normal Human and even her diabetes is cured”

“You were diabetic?” Jenkins said to Cathy.

“They would not have let me join if they knew, Cassion agreed to keep it a secret” she said quietly.

“CATHY!” shouted Hesky

“Oh no” Hopkins said about to go to the tent entrance but was hit aside the moment Hesky appeared having already struck several guards. His eyes rested on his wife and his face rested with joy of seeing her. He ran to her side “Cathy, I’m here”

“You shouldn’t have come I didn’t want you to see me like this” she said tears filling her eyes as she looked at her legs now misshapen.

He turned and glared at the Conduit standing next to Jenkins and went for him but Jenkins and Hopkins stopped him.

“What have you done to her!”

“We have done nothing” it replied.

“No Hesky they are not” Hopkins said making him face him. “Search the Link you know that they are just as shocked by this as we are”

Hesky calmed for a moment as he did so, it was true in the Link no lies could be told and the Gal kept themselves open. They were just as surprised as anyone. He went back to her side and kissed her.

“You are still as beautiful as the day I met you”

She smiled “Where is Depit?”

“I left him with a friend on the ship, he is fine but misses his mother. He tried to suckle my tit last night”

Cathy laughed at that, she always loved that he could put a smile on her face.

“Aww how sweet, well my work is done” Cassion said getting up.

“You stay there!” Hesky shouted.

“Why? Does stuff still need explaining?”


“I do have other stuff to do you know, I am not just here to explain random plot points”

“Oh yeah, what else do you do?” Jenkins asked him.

Cassion stood there for a moment saying nothing but thinking heavily his eyes looking around.

“Fine” he said taking a seat “I hope you readers appreciate this”

Everyone looked to where he was looking, seeing nothing.

“Who are you talking to?” the Conduit asked.

“Errrrr don’t ask him you wouldn’t believe him anyway” Hesky said quickly.

“As I was about to say” Cassion began “This seems to be the natural course of the symbiont”

“How do you know?” Hopkins asked.

“Because two others woke up in the same state in Kievs camp this morning, they are too both fine…and both female it seems this will affect the females first before the men” he said holing up a com.


“Because all babies start off as female in the womb and then if they have the Y chromosome become males. This works the same way” Cassion said fiddling with his nails.

“So this will happen to all of us?” Jenkins asked.

“Yeah, it will affect some sooner than others but yes, gentlemen..and lady and whatever the hell you are, I present to you the new Human race”

No one spoke.

“But is she okay?” Hesky pressed pointing at Cathy.

“Yes she is fine, a bit of bed rest and she will up and about in no time and still kicking your ass in the sparing cages. Now if you excuse me I have other plot points to prepare for explanation” Cassion straightened his jacket and left and subsequently disappeared as the writer did not need him right now.

“I really hate that guy” Hesky said before looking back at his wife, he looked down at her legs and grinned. “It’s a good thing I’m a leg man isn’t it?”

This news was met with a mixture of reactions, some were horrified at the thought that their bodies were about to undergo a drastic transformation and in a sense no longer be Human. Others were intrigued by the thoughts that this had cured the ailments of those who had undergone it and for those who suffered genetic disorders this was nothing short of a god send. Others simply thought it looked cool and were fine with it. Cathy was up and about within a few hours, she went through a few physical exercises and it was found she had completely absorbed the effects of the symbiont, in fact the symbiont had liquefied and become part of her genetic code now. Cassion had to explain further to his annoyance that this was probably what Humanity would look like if the comet carrying the Gal original genetic code had crashed on Terra all those millennia ago. This was in fact a natural evolution if not a bit sped up. So over the next few weeks humanity began to die out and in their place a new race emerged. Everyone was not really sure what they should call themselves since they were now becoming something else but in the end they thought it a conversation for another day. By this time the symbiont were making their way to Terra itself along with this new information. It was not as warmly met and it took a lot of scientists a lot of time to explain it before people began warming to the idea. It was mainly because the terminally ill leapt at the chance to save their lives and once they were seen enjoying life and what their new bodies could do public opinion swayed. It was never forced on anyone though, it was always said form the beginning that the symbiont would be subject ot the personal choice and beliefs of the individual. But, soon those without a symbiont were vastly outnumbered by those who did.

It was not just their physical bodies that changed, the Link was stronger than ever, they could now hear each others thoughts and send full messages to one another with distance meaning very little.

But then it all changed when the secret the Gal had been wanting to tell the Humans for so long but had been unable to, was finally revealed.

A Fall of a Different Kind

For Keith’s Birthday Week! @koganetwork

Day 1: Bonds

Pairing: Kidge

Rating: General Audiences

“Hey Keith. Pass me the screwdriver? No no, the other one. Yeah, that’s the one.”

Slow days in the castle were few and far between. On the rare occasion they did have some down time, Keith would eventually find himself gravitating towards the training room, where he would fight bots until he would quite literally drop. Too many times Shiro would catch him collapsed on the ground, covered in grime and sweat, leaving the man to drag him back to his room. That may or may not have been the reason Shiro had placed a temporary ban on the training room, leaving Keith to do who knows the hell what.

His room got boring quickly. Shiro was off wherever with Allura and Coran, so they were out. Hunk was nice company, but Keith’s lack of passion for baking would likely make the boy cringe. There was absolutely no way he’d go within twenty feet of Lance and his face masks, so that left Pidge.

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heys whats up i wrote a thing about reddie going on their first date to an arcade( idea creds to: @queeronion and @strangerichies <333 ) feel free to message me other stuff to write about and enjoy!


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ship; reddie

idea; go on their first date to an arcade :)


“How about the person who wins the most games gets a fat juicy kiss from the loser?” Richie proudly asked with a sly grin that was hardly noticeable under the dim lights of the arcade. Eddie didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was doing that cheeky little grin he makes while pushing his glasses up to the crook of his nose.

“Better pucker up then trashmouth, cause you’re going down.” Eddie walked towards the back of the arcade where the lighting was pure pink and purple fluorescent lights, coming from signs hung on the wall that said things like “Get Geeked” or “Brainfreeze!”, leaving his crush in the dust.But he quickly ran after Eddie, intrigued by his competitive behavior that he never showed in front of the other losers.

Eddie was put in his grave when he got asked on this surprise date by the one and only Richie Tozier. Of course him and Richie had been friends since a year ago and would casually flirt whenever they hung out with the losers, but Eddie never thought Richie was being serious. He always thought he was just another one of Richie’s hoes that’d he’d drunk text from time to time.

“Bet you can’t get a higher rank than me on California Speed!” Richie yelled as he took off running to the arcade machine,leaving his date jogging behind him because asthma and running don’t mix well together. It went like this for the rest of the night. Richie teasing Eddie about his lack of strength in all the games they had played so far, until came along,Galactic Warriors.

They both grabbed a controller and popped their coins in the machine, dropping half of their piggy bank savings all over the psychedelic patterned carpet of the arcade. Neither of them even made a small gesture to pick up their allowance, but instead began to start on the first fight, not acknowledging anything else going on around them.

“NOO OH MY GOD EDS FUCK YOU. Wait i didn’t mean that sorry BUT FUCK YOU!” Richie screamed at Eddie as he lost once again. Eddie smirked and looked directly into his eyes, slowly getting closer to his face and right before Richie thought they were going to kiss, he got his fingers into the form of a gun and “shot” Richie in the heart. “”Better luck next time trashmouth,” he subtly breathed into Richie’s face, turning ever so quickly to escape the situation.

Eddie swiftly ran behind a claw machine and hid from the affection-hungry boy, waiting for him to pass by so he could give him a taste of fear. But when Richie passed by, Eddie did so much as to just stick his foot out from behind the machine and tripped Richie, he watched as his crush trampled onto the floor.

“Ah fuck Eds that shit hurted.” he exclaimed, groaning as Eddie kneeled down next to him.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” he apologized as he lifted Richie up to his feet, still not letting go of his hand.They both realized this and Eddie immediately pulled it away and turned back around to the machine. “And how are you gonna do that?” Richie teased once again. “I don’t know maybe I could..” as he looked around he noticed the vintage claw machine he had been hiding behind earlier, “ win you a teddy bear!” he exclaimed as he put his coins in the machine and began to direct the claw towards his target. Without even waiting for a sneer response from Richie, he won the stuffed teddy bear almost instantly and propped it in his hands. “Do you really think I still sleep with stuffed animals Kaspbrak? Pfft. As if. I’m too busy sleeping with your mom.” He joked as Eddie turned away to hide his shy giggles caused by his date’s inappropriate humor which seemed to entertain him per usual. “Now where’s that kiss you promised me?” Richie asked, already staring at Eddie’s lips, almost dropping the teddy bear from his jittery hands. “No thanks trashmouth, I’d rather not get herpes.” He joked back; they both smiled understanding each other’s odd humor that had grown so wildly throughout their friendship.

“I still won more games than you Eds! Looks like I’m in for a treat.” Richie whispered in Eddie’s ear, slowly leaning in to the boy’s face with his lips puckered.

“In your dreams Tozier!” Eddie shouted as he playfully shoved him aside and rolled his eyes, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, hiding them from his date out of embarrassment.

And he was right, that night when Richie got home, he layed down in his bed and daydreamed of nothing else but the thought of him kissing Eds. The thought replayed over and over in his head, causing him to dream of the warm sensation he’d feel in Eddie’s presence. He clutched onto the teddy bear Eddie had won him a little tighter, imagining how soft the boy’s lips would feel. For the first time in his life, Richie Tozier was left speechless, he had nothing to say as he fell asleep with the same sly smile that he had begun the night with.


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