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New Old Captain

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Lardo was hunched over her laptop working on a write up for her final art project and Ford was across the table from her, finalizing room assignments for the boys’ upcoming (and final) roadie, when the front door opened and a voice called out, “Hello?”

“Jack?” Lardo scrambled out of her chair and into the front hallway. Ford leaned over to save Lardo’s document, then slowly followed after her. She didn’t think she had met anyone on the team named Jack, but who else would be coming to the Haus? She ran through a mental roster of the team, but didn’t come up with anything.

She found Lardo wrapped up in what looked like the world’s comfiest hug with a man who had to be a foot taller than her, and if he wasn’t some sort of athlete, Ford would eat her rooming assignments. His arms, good lord.

“Who’s this, Ris?” He asked, catching sight of Ford.

“Ford, our new manager,” Lardo’s voice was muffled into his chest. “Ford, this is Jack. You should have told someone you were coming, Ransom and Holster made an extra practice today and everyone else is at the rink.”

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i just wanted you to tell me.
when things were getting hard again,
when all you felt was a whirlwind in your head,
when you went out with girls who weren’t me.

i wanted you to describe the people you fell in love with:
why you loved them, how they treated you,
if you still fight with yourself about
if you are worth anything or not because
they made you question your self-worth every day.
i wanted you to tell me about the things they did right,
about why they’re still in and out of your life,
about how you ran into them in the supermarket
the other day and you still felt something
when you hugged them goodbye.

i wanted you to tell me
about all of the the mistakes you made
and why you made them.
i wanted you to introduce me
to all of the monsters under your bed.
i wanted to hear about the happiest you’ve ever been
even if it wasn’t with me.
i wanted to hear about your boss and your job
and the new car you were thinking of buying.
i wanted to see the two apartments you were looking at
and try to decide with you which is better.

i wanted to know about the times
you’ve thought about driving your car off a cliff
and the little moments that made you re-think it.
i wanted to be there to celebrate your triumphs
and admire your strength - i wanted to know everything
about you so i could love you anyway.

but i guess with you, i found out not everyone is like me.
not everyone blurts out their whole life story
every time they are given the chance.
and i just wanted you to tell me
who made you feel like you couldn’t open up,
who hurt you so bad that you couldn’t let me in,
somebody who honest to god,
would have loved you no matter what.

but i ask you how you are and you say “not bad”
and then you ask about me
and you wake up in another girl’s bed
because you don’t know how to open up
and you let me find out months later
because you don’t know how to open up
and you let me hear stories about you from other people
because you don’t know how to open up

and it’s just sad, how all i wanted was to help
but you’ve never done anything but run from my love
and i get it
i guess
some people are just more reserved
and some people are afraid
and some people don’t take people up on offers to talk about it
even if the other person insists
and you can’t force people to let themselves fall in love with you.
you can’t force them to open up.

but aren’t there things that make you want to scream?
aren’t there things that make you want to cry?
aren’t there things you are so passionate about that
if you don’t let them out, you feel like you’re drowning?
don’t you ever hear something and can’t wait to tell me?
i guess what i’m trying to ask is
if you really have so little passion
or if you’re just not passionate about me.

—  we were sitting across from each other screaming, but i was the only one making a sound
Fast Car

Prompt: Reader is a reporter who gets the interview of a lifetime.

A/N: Yikes. hopefully this will be okay until I have enough time to get something better out? hah.. :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

An exclusive with Bucky Barnes. 

As a young reporter, you had started from the very bottom. You grabbed coffees, fetched papers, and did everything you can to work you way up to the top. 

You hadn’t found yet that story that would skyrocket you to the top. Every good reporter had that story that helped everyone believe that they were ready for headlining articles. 

Bucky Barnes was your ticket. 

Interviewing The Winter Soldier, who after decades has finally broken his silence. There was no better article, and you were glad that you were the one who nabbed it. 

You straightened out your pencil skirt and made your way into the elevator, making sure your press pass was visible to everyone. 

As you expected, every floor was offices and cubicles which somewhat confused you because you heard of the penthouse at the top of the tower that housed the Avengers. It was supposed to be marvelous and these offices didn’t show much. 

You clutched the tape recorder to your body, smiling once you finally hit the top floor. 

Before the doors opened, the elevator stopped abruptly. “State your name and business.” A robotic voice said, almost causing you to drop your things. 

“U-uh, (Y/F/N), reporter for the New York Times and here to interview Bucky Barnes.” Your sentence became less shaky with every word, clearing your throat at the end and straightening your posture. 

A moment had passed and the elevator doors opened. 

You blew out a breath and stepped your right foot forward. As your heels clicked against the floor, you followed the slightly narrow passage way to the end, where you were greeted by the famous Vision. 

“Hello miss, may I take your coat for you?” 

You were at a loss for words, only allowing him to slip the coat off of your shoulders and watching as he hung it up. He motioned for you to follow him.

“You must have been very persuasive to have Mr. Barnes say yes to you.” He spoke politely and quietly, causing you to smile. 

“I try my best. Persistence is key in the art of journalism.” You responded, seeing him nod his head and hold his hand out to the open room in front of you. 

You walked into it and sat down at the desk, crossing your legs as Vision told you Bucky would be with you in just a moment. 

All of your items were laid out neatly in front of you, your foot tapping softly while you examined the room. 

Just as you were about to turn around, you saw Bucky Barnes enter the room. 

A gasp fell from your lips, his sudden presence startling you despite the fact that you expected him. 

You cleared your throat, “Hello Mr. Barnes. I’m-” 

“(Y/F/N), I’m glad you came.” Bucky’s smile was warm and inviting, sitting across from you and folding his hands in front of you. 

His metal hand sparkled in the slight sunshine through the paneled windows. You were suddenly aware of your breathing, attempting to calm your quickly beating heart. Nervousness fluttered through your belly, and you felt nauseous. 

“Right, shall we get started?” You asked, opening your notepad to look at your questions. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you fiddle with your tape recorder and pressed record. 

You swallowed, floored by his attractive features. You had seen pictures, but nothing compared to the real thing. “What exactly to remember about your fall off that train?” 

“You waste no time in getting to the juicy details,” Bucky chuckled, “I don’t remember much. I have bits and pieces there but nothing really that could put the puzzle together.” 

You nodded, smiling softly at his somewhat happy persona. You were glad to see that he had moved on from such a traumatizing event. “Everyone has heard Mr. Rogers’ side of the story, but do you remember anything from the train itself?” 

“Again, it’s bits and pieces. However, I do remember kicking some ass,” his statement had caused a small giggle to escape your mouth, “and I remember Steve’s face as I was hanging off of the train. After that, it’s mostly blank.” 

Bucky’s mood had shifted slightly, though he tried to play it off. 

“Do you remember anything from the HYDRA lab? Who had put your arm on you, who had pulled you from the snow?” 

“No comment.”

Bucky’s response jarred you, causing you to look over your questions again and find a less intrusive one. 

“You were a prisoner of war at one point, a German tank had invaded your unit and taken all of you to someone named Colonel Lohmer. What did he do to you?” You asked, Bucky’s eyes widening as he coughed quietly. 

So much for less intrusive.

“That’s when they injected me with a serum, the same one that was put in Steve. However, Steve’s was a willing subject and I was tied down to a steel bed and was pricked with needles until I couldn’t feel a thing anymore.” Bucky muttered, shifting in his seat. 

You were surprised by his sudden urge to open up, causing you to tilt your head, “Who was Arnim Zola, in your eyes?” 

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, “A monster.” 

“What did he do?” You decided to take a different approach to the question you had asked before. 

Bucky bit his lip, thinking over his wording, “He tortured me, he brainwashed me, he caused so much pain and suffering in my life that when I was me, I didn’t know if I wanted to be me anymore. I had no out, for 60 years.” 

You blinked back your tears and sighed softly, regretting this interview for the sole fact that you didn’t want to make him relive those horrendous memories, but you had to carry on. 

“When Steve found you in Bucharest, what did it feel like?”

“I was terrified,” he blew out a breath of air, “I barely remembered the guy. I read about him in a museum and that’s where all my information had come from. I didn’t know if it was a trick to lure me in, so I ran.” 

“And when did you start regaining your memory of him?” 

“When he and Tony were on the fritz.” He smiled, shaking his head and wordlessly allowing you a ticket into his mind. 

You were glad that you were able to change the subject, still getting great material for the article without bothering him. “Is he still your best friend?” 

“Easily.” He whispered, leaning forward on the desk and grinning at you. You smiled when his eyes met yours, his baby blues causing you to melt at the sight. 

After a moment of you not saying anything, Bucky spoke up, “Do you have a best friend?” 

Bucky’s hand reached for the recorder and pressed pause, your breathing picking up as he did so. “U-uhm, why do you ask? This interview is for you, Mr. Barnes.” 

“Can this be off the record?” Bucky murmured, staring into your eyes and ignoring your question. 

You wordlessly nodded, watching him intensely. 

“Ever since I saw you entering this building, I have been immensely attracted to you.” 

Your jaw dropped, not expecting this from him at all. He reached forward, taking two fingers and closing you jaw. 

“I allowed this interview because many people had asked before, but none were as persistent as you. They usually gave up after a few failed attempts, but you just kept trying. I had to see the person behind the emails.” Bucky’s admission made you lean back and attempt to relax on the back of the chair. 

“You agreed to the interview because you wanted to see who I was?” 

Bucky nodded.

“Well are you pleased with what you see, Mr. Barnes?” You whispered, watching as he took your hand in his. Your breathing was staggered, this certainly wasn’t a story you wanted to tell. 

“Very much so.” Bucky’s lips turned up into a sly grin, your pulse racing as he stood up from his seat. 

All thoughts of the interview had left your mind as you pressed pause on the tape recorder and felt Bucky brush your hair neatly behind your ear. 

Bucky smirked, his hand resting gently on your cheek as his lips met yours. 

It was happening all so fast, his hands roaming your body and your fingers interlocked tightly in his hair. He was quick to lift you from your seat and set you on the table, your thighs on either side of his waist, keeping him close to you. 

His scent was almost intoxicating, you felt like you didn’t have control over your body and you just floated above, watching the two of you and feeling heat creep up your neck as your chest heaved with anticipation. 

“What do you say we take this somewhere a little more private?” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. 

The white sheets surrounded you two as you finally awoke from your sleep.

Bucky’s arms had kept you close to his chest, the metal of his hand feeling cool against the skin of your stomach. 

You heard quiet snores from behind you, his nose buried in your hair. 

You took a moment to reflect on how you had gotten here in the first place. It was confusing to say the least, but you can’t say that you didn’t enjoy it. 

You carefully unwrapped yourself from his grip, reaching for your blouse and slipping it over your shoulders. 

As you stood up from the bed, Bucky noticed your movement, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

A smile spread across your lips, “I’m going to go write my story.” 

You turned back and saw Bucky wiping the sleep out of his eyes, “No you’re not. You think I sleep with a girl and just kick her out?” He stood and walked to your side of the bed, planting a kiss on your lips, “You gotta think me more of a gentleman, darlin’.” 

“So that part of the rumors is true.” 


“You make a woman swoon just by the twinkle in your eye.” You said, feeling Bucky’s hands button up your shirt for you. 

He finished up, handing you your skirt, “You can write your story but after we get some breakfast.” 

You followed him out of the door and slowly slipped past all the other doors in the penthouse. 

A giggle left your throat as Bucky gripped your hand tighter in yours, “We have to be quiet so no one asks questions.” 

You grinned, nodding your head and watching as he opened the door to the kitchen. 

Bucky bumped into the table, causing you to laugh and cover your mouth once he shushed you. “Sorry!” you whispered. 

Just as you and Bucky looked up, you saw Clint with the newspaper in his hands and cereal in his mouth as he stared with shock at you two. 

“Oh boy.” You said, stepping behind Bucky and hiding your blush. 

“Is that the reporter?!” Clint yelled, cereal spilling from his mouth. Bucky nodded. 

“You fucked the reporter?” 

“Clint!” Bucky yelled, causing you to stifle your giggles as Clint had milk drip from his mouth. 

Clint rolled his eyes, “When you said you thought she was hot I didn’t think that you’d be able to get her into your bed the same night.” 

You finally spoke up, “Bucky works in mysterious ways.” 

“Hey Clint I found that-” Tony walked into the room, cut off by your presence. You were shell shocked, suddenly faced with 3 of the Avengers in one room. 

“Oh my god he fucked the reporter.” Tony said, his eyes wide as he held an item in his hands. “Tony!” Bucky yelled, your hands now over your mouth to keep your laughs in. 

Soon enough, you were faced with Bruce, Steve, and Vision, who had come into the kitchen after hearing a commotion between Bucky and Tony. 

Steve was the first to speak directly to you, “Uh, hi. You a friend of Bucky’s?” 

You nodded, “You could say that.” 

“I see the interview went well.” Vision said, his lips turned up into a small smirk. Your jaw dropped, as Steve had put two and two together. “You’re the-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you only nodded, shrugging your shoulders. 

Bucky and Tony had stopped bantering long enough for you to speak, “I’m just gonna go. Sorry for all this-” 

“Nonsense,” Bruce muttered, “You’ll have breakfast here. Everyone who wakes up here stays for breakfast. It’s a rule.” 

“Fair enough.” You muttered, the awkwardness diminishing as people walked towards the table. 

Bucky took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly while you took a deep breath.

You couldn’t help but feel that this was the start to a very, very strange relationship. 

Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)

Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

thatoneyoulove  asked:

Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.

A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!


Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.

“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.

I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.

Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.

“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused. A picture?

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the evening was beautiful.  the stars and moon shining brightly over the ocean, and your skin. your princes came home from a long raid today. 

they had been gone for months on end, it worried you, not being able to hear from them, if they were okay.

but they made it home safely.

you smiled upon hearing everyone laugh and cheer for the sons of ragnar. bjorn, ubbe, hvitserk, sigurd, and ivar.


you gazed at him from across the room, the candles flickering brightly in his eyes, perfectly showing the mad and darkness withen them.

when he felt your gaze he immediately caught your eyes. his lips quirked up into a deep smirk as he stared at your body which was barely covered by anything at all.

you gasped lowly as he started sucking on his bottom lip.

he graped his mug of wine tightly in his hands, his eyes practically undressing you.

and you let him.

you and ivar were……well, you didn’t exactly know what.

you had grown up hating each other, you still did, but, before he left all those months back, something had changed.

a deep lust was present before he got on that boat. everytime he stared at you, everytime you accidently brushed up against each other.

something, had changed.

you hadn’t spoken to him yet, you hadn’t wanted to. you spoke to his brothers, yes. but facing him would be harder then any battle you’d been in.

one night, a week prior to his leaving, he found you a moment after you had pleasured yourself. still wet and writhing. he crawled up your furs and

laid his head against your shaking thigh, and slowly dipped his long, thick fingers inside your heat. you allowed his fingers to slip inside with a sharp moan.

that night was still heavily burnt into your mind. he had made you cum, not once, not twice, but three times. with just his fingers.

he had wanted to learn to pleasure a woman, and you were more then welcome to aid him in his learning. then you both went silent for a week,

you both never even said goodbye when he left, just long and lustfilled stares were shared that day. you sighed. and grabbed another mug full of ale.

trying hard not to look at him. but you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull. you were sad that you didn’t say goodbye to him when he left.

but the past is in the past, you thought whilst taking another sip of ale. suddenly you felt an arm go across your shoulder. you looked up and seen ubbe lothbrok smiling
down drunkly at you.

“hello, ubbe” you giggled as he almost stumbled on to you. he laughed and started to pet at your hair. “hello, pretty, pretty girl”.

you knew ubbe wouldn’t try anything with you, you and him were closer then any brother or sister. he loved you and you him.

“what is such a pretty girl doing by herself?” he slurred lightly taking a large gulp of his drink. you couldn’t help but let your eyes flicker to ivar.

who was watching the both of you with a hard glare. ubbe took notice to this and snorted loudly, some of his drink dripping down his chin.

“aaahh. i see” he teased squeezing you closer to him. you looked at him confused “see what?” you questioned. he leaned in to your ear and whispered

“i thought ivars love was one sided, but i guess i was wrong”. he walked away from you, almost skipping. you grabbed his hand and brought him closer to you before he could leave.

“what do you mean?”. he laughed loudly almost spilling his drink “i feel you becoming wet as we speak about him, love” his words made you blush mad.

“you know, he touched himself quite frequntly on that boat, (y/n). he never did that until he was away with you that one night” ubbe said tapping his chin acting as if he was in deep thought.

you groaned lowly and squeezed your eyes shut. you know nothing could get past the second oldest. ubbe forced you to look at him.

“i’d make a move, love. now. before you regret something. and i’d better make a move also or ivar will strike me dead with his eyes” ubbe said, spitting out the last words  quickly

then ran over to margarethe, sweeping her into his arms with a loud yell.

ubbes words sunk in, but how?, how could you approach ivar now?. currently he was surrounded by the biggest men in kattegat, all of them asking about the raid and win.

with a deep sadness in your heart, you left the hall.

the beaches sand was soft between your toes as you walked along the water. the bottom of your dress was completely soaked, but you could care less.

you looked like something from a different planet. the way the moon reflected off your head made an almost golden halo around you, your white dress blew about your body,
and hugged your figure perfectly.

you stopped and stared out at the water, which looked to inviting for its own good. you gently made your way into the icy water.

you took in a deep inhail of breath as the water reached your waist. you could feel the fish under the water swarm your feet and legs, you closed your eyes and

pointed your face towards the sky. the wind around you made lovely goosebumps swarm your skin. faintly you could hear the sound of a beautiful norse song being played.

you couldn’t help but start to sway your hips to the sound. you raised your arms high and twirled your whole body in the water. your hair flew around in the wind
and flowed down your shoulders and back.

you bit your lip and started dipping your backside in the water, the action making you gasp and do it again. what you didn’t know was there was a pair of excited eyes
watching you as you danced.

when you were tiered you decided to walk back to shore, the cold air on your now damp skin making your nipples erect and skin tightning.

you stopped mid stride when you heard the sound of brush being tampered with. you stood perfectly still for a moment ignoring the way your body was starting to shake from the cold.

you then shook it off and was about to walk forward until an axe flew past your head and into the wood of the boat behind you.

you were alone and no weapon in your grasp, the axe was to tightly lodged into the wood for you to grab. you ran. of course running into the woods was the worst idea

but you had to get away. sharp branches near by scratched your pure and untouched skin as you ran by, you nearly tripped over a log but managed to get over it and run
even faster then before.

you clutched the bottom of your dress tightly as the woods became more dense and thick. thankfully the moon was still present through the trees, allowing

some light to guide you. suddenly you could see a small clearing with a creek coming up close. you smiled and giggled doing a small spin mid run.

it felt good.

just as you were about to make it, something caught your foot. causing you to trip. your head and body hit the hard earth beneathe you causing the breath to be knocked from you.

you turned over on to your back, you seen a tree root wrapped around your foot.


it was silent in the cold night air, just the sounds of your harsh pants were echoing off the trees. suddenly you could hear slithering on the ground,
crunching the twigs and leaves.

but what could you do?, it was dark, and you were stuck. you laid there quietly closing your eyes tightly and bit your lip.

crunch, crack, crunch, crack. it was getting closer.

then it was all quiet again-

“what do we have here?

PART2 ???? IF SO LET ME KNOW and if not feel free to request anything you want, lots of love and thanks from me<3

They’re not what Zevran was expecting.

The plan isn’t ruined, per se, but he was rather counting on them to be slightly less suspicious. Grey Wardens are heroes of legend, and people routinely called heroes are supposed to be giving and trusting. This lot clearly isn’t. The elf - Dalish, if he’s seeing correctly - and Qunari are just short of openly disdainful, trading eyerolls when they think no one can see. At least, he clearly sees the elf roll her eyes; the Qunari is on the far side and perhaps more mannerly than Zevran gives him credit for.

Perhaps only the human is a Grey Warden then. He certainly seems eager to assist the woman Zevran’s hired. His information is scare and outdated; it’s entirely possible the others could be tagalongs. That would be more fitting. Champions sometimes amass a following, and outlaw heroes have their own appeal. And if the Grey Warden is this blindly trusting, well, he certainly needs them.

That rather complicates things for him though. The two suspicious ones are scanning the horizon, shoulders tight, clearly expecting something. The massive dog - and Zevran’s not sure if he’s a Grey Warden or not, this being Ferelden - is scenting the air. They’re not going to make it to the wagon.

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How Can I? [Yoongi x Reader] ONE SHOT

I wanted to request a fanfic, more along the lines of fluff. Where one of the members (preferably kookie or suga) is mad at y/n (the reader) for whatever reason. And she tries to act cute and innocent, melting the anger away. Examples I was thinking could be — suddenly hugging him when he’s being serious, scary and lecturing. Maybe even a tad bit of crying? A dash of angst from the reader wanting forgiveness, ending in a pile of fluff. I don’t know if any of that made sense 😅

TBH I’m Probs gonna write the Jungkook one just because he fits the ‘anger melting away’ while his girlfriend is being cute. But HERE YA GOOOOO

 Yoongi x Reader

It was one of those days. Yoongi woke up and felt the whole world crashing in on him. He just felt bad, like really bad. He was annoyed, grumpy, and stressed out. He had a deadline to meet tonight and he was already planning on locking himself inside his studio. He saw you peacefully sleeping on the bed and he gazed at your face. He was glad you were there to support him.

He showered, got dressed and left. He was out the door and headed towards the studio.

You woke up a little later to find the spot next to you on the bed was empty. It didn’t really surprise you, but for some reason, today it did. You were a little bummed out since you haven’t seen Yoongi in awhile, officially. You sounded clingy, but you two haven’t spent alone time together. You probably felt him come into bed and leave for the past couple of weeks. You missed him. You decided you were going to do something special for him today. Since you knew that they were leaving for their tour in two days you decided that you would celebrate your anniversary which was that weekend. You knew that he had a deadline to meet so you would leave him until that time.

You got up, showered, got dressed, and ran errands. You had a full day of running around from place to place. You sent off packages to your family, picked up boxes for work, and you got groceries. Once you got home, you didn’t know what to cook. You called Jin over to your place to ask for some help, or more like making Jin cook for you to bring to Yoongi. You wanted this meal to be perfect so you could bring it to Yoongi to celebrate and possibly just spend some “together” time as well as catch up with that fool.You missed him.

Once Jin finished the dishes, you thanked him. You quickly called Yoongi after a couple of rings, he picked up, “What is it?” You smiled. He picked up so fast. “Oh Yoongs, I wanted to know if you were done with your project so I can come by with some food.” He heard sounds from your end of the line. He got suspicious. He heard a loud thump and a groan. You quickly turned to Jin, “Oh my gosh, Oppa, are you okay?!” Yoongi thought to himself. Oppa? Who would you be calling Oppa? …Jin. What were you doing with him? You quickly got your phone and told Yoongi you had to go and you hung up. Yoongi felt immediate jealousy boil up in his body. Usually he wouldn’t mind if his Hyung was there when he was at home as well, but what was he doing at your apartment with you alone? He was angry.

After about an hour, you were bandaging Jin’s hand since he swung his hand into the pot somehow. You would expect this from Namjoon, but Jin was just going at it today. First hitting the pot with his hand, dropping the pot and then somehow he broke the pot. You made him sit down while you cleaned up and sent him home. You packed all the food that was made and started your way over to the studio. Once you got there, you were glad to see your boyfriend. You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “Yoongi-ah, I brought food!” He didn’t respond. You brushed it off thinking that it was just him concentrating on his work and still trying to get his project in.

You unpacked the food and served it; one plate for Yoongi and one for you. You called him to come over to get his food. “Leave me alone Y/N.” This caught you off guard. You were surprised by how he responded to you. You kept calm. Something must have happened. You thought back to what you could have said to him. You don’t remember saying anything offensive.. You had to keep trying. He had to eat. He couldn’t just survive off of water. “Yoongi, You should ea-”

“Y/N can you just shut up? Why are you being so annoying right now?”

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. What happened to him? Did you do something? You didn’t know what you did wrong. “I’m sorry” You just looked down at the plate of your food. You thought about it. Were you not being a good enough partner towards him? You were confused. He was always priority when it came to these things. Priority in general. You felt bummed out. You set your plate down and you decided to take a breather. You left Yoongi’s studio and walked back forth in the hallway. You calmed yourself down. You still thought about what you did wrong. You couldn’t pinpoint anything. Has he stopped loving you? You had to find out. You walked back to his studio and saw him in the same spot. You walked towards his chair. “Yoongi. Did I do something wrong to make you upset?” He didn’t even look at you. He pushed his chair out and he picked up his jacket. He was going to leave. “Wait, Yoongi, please.” You didn’t know how else to stop him, you just ran into his back and hugged him from there. You were crying. It was the last thing he wanted. It hurt him to see you like this. He didn’t want you to cry. “I-I’m sorry for getting the back of your shirt wet. I’m sorry. I just feel like an inadequate girlfriend right now. Did I do something wrong? Please tell me. I’ve been thinking about it the whole time. I’m sorry, if I did. Please Yoongi. How can I fix this?” Your sobs were getting louder. He was your world. He comforted you when you needed him and you were scared. If he left you, you wouldn’t have anyone to run to. Dramatic, but true. It was hard to talk to people about your problems and your boyfriend was one of the last people you would ever want to upset.

“Y/N, don’t cry. It hurts me to see you cry.” You moved away from his back. You slowly quieted down. “I was just angry. Probably for no reason.”

“Yoongi, honestly, please forgive me if I did anything wrong. Please.It’s eating me from the inside out.”

“Baby, it’s okay. My feelings just got the best of me. I was angry for a stupid reason.” You waited for him to continue. He kept shifting his eyes around. He avoided eye contact with you. He finally responded, “I thought you were cheating on me.”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t heartbroken. You felt trust crumble a little bit there. But you had to be patient and hear what he had to say. “I got so mad to hear how you were so worried about Hyung and it sucked because I haven’t spent time with you in so long. Jagi, you need to know how stressed I was. I was just so stressed and everything just bugged me. I was so jealous.”

You chuckled. You tip-toed and gave him a sweet peck on his lips. “Oppa, understand that Jin-Oppa was going to die today if I wasn’t there. He helped make this delicious food for our anniversary. He was happy to help me make it since you’re all going on tour in a couple of days.”

He smiled. What he thought about you this morning was true. He was glad to have you there to support him. He started peppering you with kisses while mumbling sorry’s and I love you’s. You laughed at this. “Okay, okay, let’s eat! Let’s celebrate our anniversary my lovely Min Suga”

That night ended with food, cuddles, I love you’s and snoring.

He was happy to have you. And he loved you so much.

yulyuly123  asked:

So... I'm like 14 and I'm already a sugar babe. I know it's bad &a dangerous situation I'm putting myself in, but the money is so...good? I honestly don't know what to do

You decided to join the adult world so I’m gonna give you un-sugar coated adult honesty.

You are being naive, stupid, and selfish. I’m gonna go out on a limb here to say that you probably don’t have any real bills or financial NEEDS at 14.

Your SD’s can most likely tell you’re underage and barely pubescent, which makes them PEDOPHILES. You’re literally entrusting the wellbeing of your safety with men knowingly committing SEVERAL FELONIES with a CHILD. If they’re somehow blind, and can’t tell you’re underage, then you’re risking every single man’s career and family that you come across.

I always warn women (actual women, not girls) of being cautious cause there are thousands of men looking to take advantage or hurt us (my own experience, too). You are at a serious risk of running into a psycho pedophile or pedophile ring who will have far more experience of hurting young girls than you will have experience or resources of staying safe. One of the biggest reason we get paid high rates is because every single lady in the industry knows we’re gambling with our safety.

Not only are you risking MORTAL danger, you are risking literally everything for everyone around you.

Let me break this down.

You’re risking for yourself:
•Serious damage to your psyche
•Contracting STD’s you can’t legally get healthcare for without alerting authorities. Not to mention, risk getting a LIFE ENDING disease at 14 is impossibly stupid.
•Rape (this is a very high risk)
•Arrest record (without a question once caught)
•Being made public because often times the media will make an example out of these type of cases. Say goodbye to college, reputation, and an actual career.
•Taken from the state (Your parents will be deemed unfit to care for you if you’re caught promoting prostitution as a minor.)
•Impregnation at 15 (There are sick men whose fetish it is to impregnate without consent. You are not allowed to legally buy Plan B.)
•Being abducted (Underage and young females are the #1 market for human TRAFFICKING rings.)
•Being killed (Don’t think you’ll be able to outrun or outsmart career criminals should they decide to turn psycho on you. There have been thousands of women before you who have perished in this field.)

What you’re risking for your SD’s:
•Ruining their career. Nobody can have a pedophile stain on their record while remaining in a high respectable position.
•Ruining their family life. This won’t be a simple affair to end, it’ll become a complicated legal situation.
•They will lose custody of their own children. No court will deem a father fit when they’re having sex with minors.
•Arrest; because they’re facilitating child prostitution.

What you’re risking for your family:
•Losing their daughter to the state
•Losing their other children to the state (Once a family’s been deemed unfit to care, they’re legally required to remove all children in their custody.)
•Arrest; because it is legally their fault you’re committing felonies under their care
•Heartbreak once they know what you’re doing.

So all around, you’re risking everyone’s life for some money that you don’t even have a real need for. You better slap yourself with some reality. Stop being so goddamn naive because you’re being so shortsighted, just seeing the money infront of you at this second. At 14, you still have a chance to get your shit together, make different life choices and pursue a life so that hopefully you will never have an actual need to do this when real bills set in. If you think any of the things I listed were exaggerated to scare you, you need to do your research. There’s nothing exaggerated or false about it. This industry is cut throat and brutally high risk.

If you’re somehow in a position where your family life is abusive or your basic needs can’t be met at home, message me privately. I will try my best to help you out of it.

If you’re just doing it for some extra cash - read this entire post again. Stop being selfish, stupid, and reckless. This isn’t a game. 4 years is a very long time to be playing Russian Roulette. It’s a matter of time before all of it explodes, ruining your entire future with it. Start thinking ahead, stay in school, and for god’s sakes; just enjoy your childhood.

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Drabble game request: “It’s getting late.” + Taehyung + fluff/smut + friends with benefit au | for @the95liner

Character / Genre: Taehyung x reader | FWB!au, Mature contents, smut | 1,568 words

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where your best friend Jason saves your life (In a similar way where he saves his dad) and you didn't know he was the red power ranger until you found out (or maybe he told you. Any way as long as the reader knows he's a ranger)

An: This is so cute! Sorry it took so long to respond! Requests are open for multiple fandoms- feel free to request! 

Originally posted by thebatmn

Why were you even here?

 That, it seemed, was the million dollar question. 

Why, of all days, did you decide to volunteer to help chaperone on an elementary field trip today?

You seriously wondered why you still lived in Angel Grove, all the insane attacks on this dump ass town and yet you were still here. 

Maybe it was because the Power Rangers protected this city, or maybe it was because you were too tied down to leave. 

Whatever the reasoning, you had really started to question yourself as you helped unload children from the bus as the newest battle raged on less than 2 blocks from you. 

“I think that’s all-”

You stopped, spotting a small girl cowering in the very back of the bus. 

“I’ve got her, get the others out of here!” You shouted back to the teacher and the driver as they herded the children to safety. 

Crawling through the bus, you jumped as a piece of metal scraped the top.  

“Hey sweetheart,” you murmured softly, crouching to look at her. 

Her knees were pulled to her chest as she breathed frantically. 

“Easy, it’s alright. Let’s get out of here okay?" 

She nodded, reaching towards you slowly, and you scooped her up, ignoring her screech of protest. 

Jogging out of the bus, you whirled around, seeing the newest big bad mere feet away from you, and you were right in the crossfire. 

Shielding the girl to the best of your ability, you hurriedly began to backstep.
This was not good, definitely not a good day. 

The young girl- her name was Emily if you were remembering right- was cowering into your chest. 

If you thought it was too soon for you, it was way too soon for her.
Placing her down behind you, you continued urging her backwards. 

The teacher shouted from a ways away and You sighed in relief. Maybe Emily could make it. 

"Run!” You encouraged, wincing as the massive villain swung its head towards you.  

The young girl took off, her dark brown curls bouncing behind her as you whirled around to follow. 

Just as quick as the big bad’s shadow had swept above you, you were knocked out of harms way. 

You groaned, rubbing your head as you took notice of the red ranger in front of you. 

Off to the side, you noted that the Black ranger had Emily in his arms and was taking her to safety. 

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” The power ranger shouted in exasperation and you rolled your eyes. 

“It was a little girl- what did you expect me to do?” You retorted, a blush marring your cheeks. It was one thing to be scolded by a parent or teacher, but by the cities heroes was another thing. He sighed and extended his hand, pulling you up with ease.

“You’re brave. I’m not saying what you did was wrong, I’m saying it was reckless, and I don’t want you getting hurt…” he paused as if he hadn’t meant to say that. “Take the alleyway behind Doc’s car repair, there’s a load of medics stationed there." 

You stared in shock at the boy in front of you, not believing his words.  

"You’re the red ranger?”

Jason nodded, running a hand through his dark blonde hair nervously as his blue eyes watched for your reaction. 

"Look, I didn’t want to tell you. It’s not safe, it’s very dangerous and I don’t want you getting hur-”

You cut him off, slamming him into a hug. 

"What? (Y/N) aren’t you going to yell at me about endangering myself? Or maybe berate me for not telling you sooner?” He chuckled slightly, returning the hug and placing his chin on your head. 

“You saved me,” your voice was soft and muffled by his shirt and he smiled to himself. “I had always wondered what the ranger had meant by not wanting me to get hurt. I guess now I know.”

Jason laughed, pulling away to look at you. 

“I was so angry at you right then. Always have to be the hero, don’t ya (N/N)?”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and put your hand on his shoulder.  

“Says you, Jason Scott. My best friend the Red Power Ranger- who knew!" 

He looked down at you quizzically. 

"Besides yourself of course…”

He laughed again, you were the ray of light in his life. Sure, he had Billy, Zack, Kimberly, and Trini, but they were rangers; you weren’t. 

You made all his fears and anxiety vanish; he never laughed more than he did with you. 

It was nice to have his best friend by his side and finally knowing his secret too.

anonymous asked:

Well.... Idk what to say. But I'm conflicted because some people think it's a good lesson to teach the kids but according to you it's .... misunderstood a bit? And redeeming Jasper would be a 180 Because she's loyal to Homeworld.

(follow up to the previous anon ask about jasper)

Don’t forget, Peridot is still loyal to Homeworld. That’s the whole reason why she wants to protect the Earth. She explains this directly to Yellow Diamond in Message Received, but Yellow Diamond dismisses any talk of Earth’s value. Peridot is completely correct to question Yellow Diamond’s objectivity when it comes to the Earth, but there’s no sign that she’s given up on eventually persuading her.

I don’t expect Jasper to join the Crystal Gems (not after she fought the war), but I do expect that, like Peridot, she will find a reason to care about the Earth. As with Lapis, though, this will require confronting a lot of pre-existing negative feelings for the planet. I would not be surprised if Jasper learns to love the Earth when she learns to love herself—and that’s not going to be a “180”, it will just be “character development,” something the show has been pretty good about.

As far as the “save everyone” message, I don’t know what more I can say that I haven’t already said (unless there’s a more nuanced argument about it for me to respond to somewhere?) But I’m happy to repeat myself (as many times as it takes) on this one:

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anonymous asked:

Hi^^, first of all I just wanted to tell you that you are a huge inspiration to meand one of the reasons I finally started to learn korean! I saw that you are doing a q&a and I just wanted to ask how you go about finding language partners? There seem to be a lot websites out there but I'm still completely clueless on how to go about finding one :/. Also do you personally usually do language exchanges or do you only practice your target language with your language partners?

Hello! Oh, thank you for the sweet comment! I am so glad I could be an inspiration to someone, though I sometimes still feel inadequate and in need of lots of inspiration and motivation myself. Glad that you’ve decided to learn Korean!

I’ll answer your Q here, and make a specific video later about apps I use and how to find language partners. To answer your last question, it really depends. I’m very comfortable in Korean and won’t feel cheated or sad if I don’t get to practice it, so I’ll gladly speak English to a Korean person on one of these apps. Sometimes, some people speak English to me (to practice their English) and I reply in Korean and we fix each other’s mistakes as we go along. That tends to work well unless you get annoyed at changing languages the whole time. 

For now, here’s a list of places where I find language partners.

1. Twitter - Hashtags are your friends (change your location settings to see what’s trending in Seoul for example). Use trending hashtags or search specific tags in a language to find people with similar interests and say hi!

2. Penpalworld - Not specifically for languages. Sometimes there are weird people. Be careful! I deleted my penpalworld account a while ago, but around 6 years ago I found a Korean friend there and we met in person in Japan and Korea. We’re best friends now! 

3. Hello Talk - Specifically for language learning. It is limiting in the sense that you can only have one language at a time that you’re learning, or you need to get a VIP subscription. It includes a translation feature, a correction feature (to get your sentences fixed or to fix those of someone else). If you’re learning Korean and a Korean person is learning English, for example, you’ll show up on each others’ search lists and you can start talking and exchanging language. 

4. HiNative - Not specifically for meeting language partners, but a wonderful app to ask questions about languages and cultures. I guess if you reply and comment long enough on a thread you could make a friend? But I use this app when I want a quick response to what a word or phrase means. Really nice app!

5. Wakie - New app I discovered two days ago, actually. It connects you to people around the world with a voice call. You can only see their picture and age after you’ve made the call and you get 10 minutes to talk. You can choose what language you want to call in. In two days I’ve only been connected to three Koreans though. The app is full of Indians and Saudi Arabians (not that that’s a bad thing - great for learning Hindi and Arabic), but it may be difficult to find Koreans unless you are very patient. Beware that it is not a language learning app per se but it does cater for it by providing language options. 

6. eting 이팅 - Korean diary app. You post a diary entry, a thought or a comment in Korean and people can reply anonymously. I haven’t used it enough to be able to provide an in-depth review. For now, it seems as if only one person can reply at a time unless you delete their reply to make space for another. It doesn’t appear like you can continue chatting on a thread. So for making friends, not a good app. For practicing Korean and reading what people are up to, its quite nice. 

7. 관심사톡 Fav Talk - Korean (also has people from Japan, China, Singapore. “Global” and so forth) app for making friends based on mutual interests. The interests are broad and limiting and cater to a Korean market (Selections include: Running man, Kpop, language exchange, EXO, Japanese, Korean, English, Food, Drama, Coffee, Digital and so forth). You can search for partners using location (Country/Region), age, gender and mutual interests. Beware that this is not specifically a language app and some people really are only looking for one thing. If you’re just up for causal chatting and language practice, it is a great app if you make it clear to the person that you just want to chat. There are many other Korean chatting apps but they are mostly full of spambots and lurking creepy ajussis, so be careful. 

8. Lang-8 or italki - Websites for writing diary entries in any language and getting them corrected by native speakers. Its a wonderful way to help people and be helped. I’ve made a really good polyglot friend on italki. My profile is here.

That’s all I can think of for now. I hope it helped you! Let me know if you have tried any of the apps and what you thought of it! :D 

Don't You Ever Fear, I'm Always Near (Chapter 1/5)

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Words: 2.953

Summary: “You would deny the father of your child some innocent hand holding?” Michael asked, faux shocked, as he laced his fingers through Jeremy’s. “You’re a cruel person, Jeremy Heere.”

(Michael and Jeremy spend a week taking care of an electronic baby doll for their Home Economics class)

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anonymous asked:

can i get a kankuro scenario for "if we get caught, i'm blaming you?" 😍

Sure! I’m really sorry that this is so short, but I thought this idea was really cute and I wanted to post something even though i’m stressed to the max right now. Hope it’s alright! xx 

“If we get caught, i’m blaming you.” for Kankuro from this post

“Y/N, this isn’t a good idea…” the shinobi warned, eyeing the office door.

“Oh come on, it’s Gaara’s birthday soon and we have to do something for it,” you chided, scanning the room for inspiration.It had been your great idea to throw Gaara a surprise party for his birthday.

You didn’t know whether or not he’d ever had a birthday party thrown for him before, but you decided to take matters into your own hands this year.

“You do realize that we could be killed just for being in his office without his presence and permission, right?” Kankuro asked, fidgeting nervously by the Kazekage’s desk chair, where you were currently sat.

“Gaara wouldn’t kill us,” you mused, “Who else would bring him food when he’s forgotten to eat for two days?”

“He’s the Kazekage, he could order anyone to do that,”

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I'm already 25!!!

Sooo, I’ve been thinking, what if I stop climbing mountains? What if I just make myself an ordinary girl who likes staying at home, reading books and sleeping at ease on her comfy bed? Or a normal working girl doing her job at the office and spending overtime work on weekends? What if I stop camping? What if I start being conscious and maybe even insecured about how pretty I look?

I left those questions unanswered and decided to be a part of a traveling group who helps local communities instead. Okay, I’m not girly or pretty or sexy or cool or “well-behaved” girl. I don’t actually care. Being who I really am and doing what I really love PLUS helping people - well that’s more important for me.

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anonymous asked:

Is non-theistic animism incompatible with Judaism? I've pretty much seen spirits my entire life and can't turn it off, but I'm exploring conversion to Reform Judaism and it feels right.

Hi Anon,

I’m not sure if you’re the agnostic anon or not, but either way – this is a fantastic question and something I can hopefully at least begin to address.

As someone who was a practicing pagan for several years after I left xianity, this actually gets at something I’ve wrestled with in my own path. I want to preface my comments with a few things – I have no authoritative answer for you. Everything I’m sharing below is part of whatever answer I, myself, am working on. Your experiences may vary quite greatly and are equally valid to mine. I also have not actually discussed this particular issue with my rabbi, for reasons I will explain later. So this really, truly is not an authoritative answer. It’s just my answer, for now, based on my own deeply personal experiences. Okay? Okay.

Prior to deciding to convert to Judaism, as I said, I was a practicing pagan. Part of that path involved spirit work, and at the time, I felt it was real and valid. How, then, do I make sense of these experiences in light of my new path? Were they just delusions? Wishful thinking? Mental illness? Or were they real, and if so, how do I explain them through the lens of Judaism? How could I possibly give up energy work when it felt as real in my hands as air – unseen, yet tangible?

And that question actually prevented me from seriously considering conversion for at least a year, even after the seed of it had been planted in the back of my mind.

For most people who decide to go down the road to conversion, there’s a turning point – a moment of clarity that sets them down this path and not that path. Of course, this is just one moment in a series of moments that happens to stand out, but most people do not get a dramatic revelation. There’s just this quiet realization that this is the path they want and need to be on. Yet, at the same time, at some point the light has to go on. For me, that directly dealt with my energy and spirit work.

I had noticed, over the years of doing energy and spirit work, that Jewish energy (which, yes, has its own energy signature) seriously interfered with my practice. I had a much harder time sensing things and at the same time, it created a bit of a protective barrier. It’s worth noting that my practice was mostly an atheistic practice that eventually morphed into a practice where I recognized all gods as valid, but in the sense that they were the synergistic collective energy of all of their followers’ prayers and hopes and dreams. (There’s probably a name for that but I’m unaware of it, so I thought I’d just describe it.) In any event, this was sort of my polytheistic way of explaining all gods as being glorified energy work.

Eventually, after months of trying to convince myself not to convert, I had a moment of clarity wherein, for the first time in my whole life, I was truly made aware of the Divine Presence.

It was a stark difference.

Prior to this point, having never directly experienced G-d, it was easy for me to conclude that all gods were basically the same, and that their reality was relative. As soon as I was actually made aware of G-d’s presence in the world, however, it was impossible for me to deny the difference.

But I wasn’t so easily satisfied. What about my other experiences, my energy work, my spirit work? Those certainly felt real! So I decided to go over to the place where I had done the most intense spirit work to see if I could still sense things, and if not, it would confirm the identity of this Presence. This place was filled with spirits and teeming with energy, and every time I had gone there it had felt very… alive. If that was all shut down, I would have my answer.

I think you can guess what happened. :)

As soon as I arrived, the only things I could sense were the natural aspects of the night around me – the light summer breeze, the smell of cut grass, the stars. And from that moment forward, I haven’t engaged in any further energy or spirit work because I have not needed to (and I doubt I even would have been able to, had I have tried.)

Now, I’m guessing you already know that disturbing the spirits of the dead is forbidden in Judaism. It is seen as quite cruel, and you may find that if you stop engaging them that they will be less apparent to you. As I do not know you and I do not know the source of your sense, it is difficult to predict exactly what will happen, but that is my suspicion.

Personally, I have not shared the more mystical side of this story with my rabbi; I have personally been able to reconcile the existence of spirits as being ubiquitous while still understanding at a very deep level that G-d is the One, the only G-d that is, indeed, G-d.

Because it has not interfered with the requisite monotheism of Judaism and because it (quite frankly) could easily be misinterpreted as mental illness, I have omitted it for now. So while I will still advise you to speak to your rabbi about this if/when you start exploring conversion formally if you are comfortable doing so, I also understand why you might not want to. If you find you can’t, you at least need to be able to find a way to reconcile your experiences.

Judaism does have a lot of folklore, and acknowledged spirits or entities other than G-d. Angels, for example, are G-d’s messengers. However, none of these other things are actually gods or even remotely on the same level as G-d. Judaism (especially the more mystical strands of it) have pretty developed ideas about souls and what happens to those souls during life and after death. So that’s another thing to think about.

The primary concerns are that you are not engaging in avodah zarah and that you are not worshipping any other entities. Closely behind that are concerns about practice – I would cease any practice that is exclusively pagan if you decide to pursue this, even if it might not technically be forbidden, and I would definitely do your best to figure out what practices are forbidden. If you can manage to understand your experiences in a way that does not lead you away from G-d, then I think it’s probably alright; I would just be very strict with yourself in deciding these issues.

All the best to you on your journey!

Weird long shit incoming

Okay so I woke up VERY LATE TODAY because my half-asleep self (mind you that I am not dreaming and is partly conscious) decided to play a game with me.

It’s like a dating sim, but PvZH?? And my mind displays a screen to me with a save file. I am not sure if I am myself or a plant, but I suggest a non-binary plant for this. So the screen has 3 bars: Affection, Mood, and Temperature (this bar seems irrelevant but it’s actually important??); and a set of commands pop out when something specific happens that will increase or decrease those bars. So anywho I have interacted with Nightcap, Greed Shadow, Solar Flare, Wall-Knight, and Grass Knuckles. I’ll only type what I remembered so HERE WE GO:

Green Shadow: She usually starts of with a lower temperature than most plants, and her mood is below 50%. Talking would be the best move in the beginning, but when she gets really comfortable with you, you can give her more affection through cuddling, kissing (you get to choose where to kiss), and giving something (that she likes).

Solar Flare: Mood is mostly high, and temperature must be at above 75% or else there’s something wrong with her. You do the same thing with GS, but more wild, if you know what I mean???

Wall-Knight: Okay I am not exactly dating him, but he’s almost always in a good mood and his temp is moderate. It’s like treating a child; you encourage him, pat him on the head, and praise him after doing a good job. He’s very modest, so he’ll take the praises lightly though.

Grass Knuckles: Almost like Wall-Knight, but a bit different. In public he got his bravado up, but when it’s just the two of you, he’ll he very honest about himself and… His mood just drops like WTF MAN NO. By this time he’ll reveal all of his weaknesses and be very soft?? So you do the same thing you do with GS, but I suggest cuddling and telling him that it’s okay.

Nightcap: *cracks knuckles* oooobooiiiii this is the one that I got in trouble in. So he starts off with low mood and low temperature. It would take WEEKS before you could actually do stuff to him (the technique is watching him train and giving him water). After those weeks, he’ll be a bit affectionate to you and let you be with him wherever he goes. Where did I got in trouble?

So one time we’re at his room and I was teasing him that he’s a soft marshmallow, then at one point he said “bite me”. So I did (the button is available), and he flinched… The weird thing is that his bars increased. I thought that I was still teasing him so I kept clicking the same button. If you tell him he’s kinky, he’ll deny it at first… Then eventually admits if you keep doing it. I didn’t even know what to do after that so I just gave him his teddy bear and slept on the floor lmao.

But that didn’t stop there. The next day, Citron was there and saw some of the bite marks (oh dang) and started asking us questions. The mushroom made an excuse that it was zombie bite marks, but Citron is too smart for that and started LOOKING AT ME.

Citron: Okay what did you do?
Nightcap: *covers face in shame*
Citron: Nothing else happened???

Aaaand, everything went in disarray and I just had to woke up.

anonymous asked:

Your writing is fantastic~ Could you write Xander's reaction to seeing F!Kamui in her swimsuit at the beach? Perhaps he bought the Lilith floaty as an attempt to shield Kamui's body from too many admiring eyes?

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“Oh, heavens no.” Was the first thing to come out of Xander’s mouth when you revealed your bathing suit to him. At first he was stunned, mildly impressed with how beautiful you could be, and then remembered where they were.

Currently, smack in the middle of a beachside store and right in public view. Xander immediately shot down the bikini you were attempting to model.

“This is the most modest thing they have, though!” You protested, and you weren’t joking; you knew how possessive Xander could get, and you’d already tried slipping a few by on him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to fall for any tricks.

Although it wasn’t going to work, regardless; you wondered how half of those “bathing suits” could be considered any more than pieces of string.

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