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anonymous asked:

Fickyfuck kid here. That's my best sentence I've ever written in my life and I used to write stories. (Writers block is a bitch and I have no where to write so it's just like I give my life to learning Russian... HOLD UP IDEA MAN y'all could do a reaction of the RFA to MC that just starts randomly talking in Russian not even realizing it. Holy fuck I wasn't planning this to happen, y'all don't need to write it (I totally get if you don't want to)) ~Your local fickyfuck

A/N: fickyfuck is still on my list of all time favourite sayings iloveyou  AAAAAAAAA I ONLY KNOW A FEW DIFFERENT (and very…very random) PHRASES IN RUSSIAN SO I HOPE I SPELT THEM RIGHT AND YA KNOW DIDN’T SAY SOMETHING REALLY RUDE OR WEIRD WITHOUT KNOWING IT (tho let’s be honest here, this is ME we’re talking about….) ^^;;;;; ~Admin 404

 ALSO, SIDE NOTE, I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT POSTING RESPONSES TO REQUESTS THE PAST FEW DAYS BUT I BROKE MY FOOT AND REALLY HURT MY OTHER LEG SO I’VE BEEN DEALING WITH THAT OKAY LOVE YOU GUYS HERE’S THE RESPONSE, BYE

*YOOSUNG:

           -He came home early from class one day and found you playing video games!

           -Though, he wasn’t sure what game because???? He kept hearing another language?

           -Wait that…sounds like your voice

           -Maybe you’re speaking along to the game? Some made up language?

           -He walked into the room behind you and looked at the screen but there weren’t any characters talking

           -You were just running around, fighting whatever monsters popped up, but he still heard this muttering? Where in the world could this be coming from???

           -“Возьми это! Ты тупой монстр … Я истинный рыцарь этого мира … Ешь мой меч !!”

           -“Um.. MC? What was that?”

           -HE SCARED THE HELL OUT OF YOU!!! -which, incidentally, scared him too- and you had to have him explain what he was hearing. Maybe he was just hearing things??

           -After describing what he heard you realized that you were mumbling in Russian, and had to explain to him that you were the one talking. You were just trash talking the monsters in the game! He was really impressed that you knew Russian, and can’t believe he never knew!!! Completely amazed every time you switch to it, no matter how often he’s heard it

*ZEN:

           -It was after a performance from his, and you were star struck!!

           -It was the best show you’ve seen in your life!

           -His singing!!!! It’s amazing at home but seeing it oN STAGE!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOLE DIFFERENT THING!!

           -You ran up to him once he was off stage and your mind was running so fast that you didn’t even realize you switched to Russian when congratulating him

           -“Это было удивительно! Так хорошо! Я так горжусь тобой!”

           -He was happy to see you! You look so cute when you’re that excited!

           -Though he had NO idea what you were saying, he kind of went along with it

           -Full of smiles, nods, and “Yeah!”

           -Until you finally realized he had no idea what you were saying and said the whole thing again so he could understand you

           -He loves when you switch to Russian because that means you’re really excited!!! And really excited MC is a really cute MC!! Also really appreciates that you’ll say everything again just so he can understand what you’re so excited about! literally sprints to the other room when he hears any sort of russian because??? what if he misses his MC looking cute

*JAEHEE:

           -When working for Jumin, one must know a few different languages

           -Well, at least have some sort of understanding of them

           -So when you switched to Russian while telling her what kind of coffee you wanted, it took her a little bit to realize you had switched

           -The only reason she knew you switched is because you started to say some uncommon words that she didn’t understand

           -She knows the basics such as “hello”, “how are you”, you know, smaller phrases!

           -Not…whatever you had told her

           -“Я хочу, чтобы этот кофе … это своего рода вкус … поджаренный зефир!”

           -“I’m… I’m sorry, MC, what is it that you want?”

           -???? OH SORRY BAEHEE

           -It was really no problem for her, but seeing how embarrassed you tended to get when you switch languages made her wish you did it more often!! She thinks its adorable! Also, secretly studies more Russian to understand you!

*JUMIN:

           -He’s done business with other people who speak Russian as well

           -So, of course, he’s taught himself Russian!

           - among other languages as well

           -What he didn’t know, though, is that you know Russian as well??

           -When he came home one day to hear someone speaking Russian, he was extremely confused

           - who the fuck got past my guards

           -Until he recognized your lovely voice! What made him smile was the fact that you were complimenting Elizabeth, and showing her your love

           -“Вы очаровательны! Так мило! Я люблю тебя!”

           -So, of course, he walks into the room and compliments her in Russian as well! It may have startled you a little bit, but you quickly got over it!

           -He usually has to point out when you’re speaking Russian to others, and enjoys seeing how flustered you get when you apologize. When the two of you are at home, however, he doesn’t mind if you accidently switch to Russian because??? He understands it, why would it be a bother? He just responds normally to whatever you say!

*SAEYOUNG:

           -He had to learn a BUNCH of different languages when he was an agent!

           -So…. of course he knows Russian!

           -But the real question here is….

           -When did YOU learn Russian??

           -He didn’t see anywhere on your record that you spoke Russian!!!!

           -So when you randomly switched to Russian while mid-conversation with him, he didn’t even blink an eye

           -“Есть что-нибудь вы хотите на обед, кроме чипсов?”

           -When you asked him if he wanted anything for lunch besides chips, he responded right back in Russian!

           -It doesn’t faze him at all! Never hesitates to respond back to you, and doesn’t care if you do it in public, in fact, he makes a game out of it. “How many people can we confuse?: Park edition”

           -Sucks for the people around you who can’t speak Russian! ESPECIALLY if you do it in the group chat! Refuses to translate for everyone else! Also loves messing with everyone by telling you inappropriate things in Russian in front of everyone else but refuses if Jumin’s there because he knows he can speak it as well

*V:

           -It actually really surprised him!!

           -He’s picked up a few phrases here and there from travelling, but WOW

           -You knew the whole language!!!

           -He asked you to describe what you felt when you looked at a photograph he just took

           -But did not expect you to respond back in RUSSIAN??

           -“Это заставляет меня чувствовать себя сухо и комфортно!”

           -“I’m…I’m sorry sweetheart, what was that? I only know a few basic words in Russian…”

           -THINKS YOU’RE SO CUTE WHEN BLUSHING???

           -IMMEDIATELY TAKES A PICTURE. Also vows to take a picture of you each time you realize you’re speaking in Russian. He wants to make a whole photo album about it!!

           -Honestly loves when you’re speaking Russian!! He’s starting to actually pick up on a few words here and there because of you! Believes if he listens to you mumble to yourself enough, he’ll learn the whole language too!

*SAERAN:

           -What the hell did you just say to me

           -Honestly has no idea what you’re saying

           -Isn’t even sure what language it was??? MC??? Explain??

           -He was just innocently sitting on the couch, watching some TV when you walked behind him and spouted off what he thought was nonsense

           -“Эй, что новое шоу вы хотите смотреть приходит на несколько минут.”

           -“What the fuck does that meAN”

           -Took you longer than you wanted to admit to realize you told him in Russian

           -After you translated for him, he pouts

           -He’ll go out later that day and buy a ton of books to learn Russian

           -MAKES YOU TEACH HIM RIGHT THEN AND THERE. BE HIS TEACHER. HE NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING WITHOUT TRANSLATIONS. REFUSES THE TRANSLATIONS. He will figure this out, MC!!! HE WILL!

Guys do you remember when the boys arrived in Hawaii and Yongguk just grabbed the girl on the airport and kissed her cheeks with a big gummy smile like it’s nothing special to him, just like something he always do when he’s happy to see someone?

Because I do!

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Your Existence Pleases Me → more Mofftiss!

Moffat: We still giggle like school girls that we’ve got this. So, yeah, the pressure is there, the pressure is always there, who cares about pressure? It’s the fun, it’s the absolute joy that 221B Baker Street is our address just for this little while and that’s too exciting to be worried about the pressure. 

Me Against You

( Request: Reader and Spiderman being on opposite sides in Civil War.

PART 2, PART 3

A/N: This is my first time writing for Peter Parker, and I hope I’ve done this request justice!!  Feel free to send in more requests about this cutie pie!!  Please don’t post this elsewhere without my permission!! 


“Keep going, (Y/N)!” Sam hollers. “Get to the jet!”

You hunker down behind a bench. From your vantage point, you can see Spiderman kicking Sam and Bucky into a pane of safety glass. You duck your head to shield your eyes, so you don’t actually see the windows explode. But you hear it. You feel it, too. Those little shards of glass hurt as they pelt onto bare arms and legs.

You wish you’d thought to wear jeans.

“Go!”

You go. You rise from behind your cover and sprint. Coach would be so proud, if he could see you now.

“Your, mission, should you choose to accept it, is to get through enemy territory, and hijack their jet.”  So Captain America hadn’t said it in those words exactly, but the point he’d been trying to get across was essentially the same. Bucky and Sam would keep you from having to engage anybody, leaving you free to slip over to the Hangar and get the jet prepped and ready to go. You would have loved to pilot a jet – say, maybe, after about ten years of lessons, not after some hastily given instructions from ex-Agent Barton – and had told Captain America as much. You only had a learner’s permit for driving a car, not some fancy, high-tech jet, but he was adamant on having you as the getaway driver.

And, if you were being honest, having Captain America relying on you for help was pretty darn awesome.

“Behind you!”

Bucky’s warning comes too late. As you run onward and duck into a hallway, spandex-covered arms embrace you from behind – one around your shoulders, one around your waist. You put on an extra spurt of speed. The hands latch on. A shrill scream splits the air. It sounds like you. But it’s a futile effort – Sam and Bucky are securely trussed up, sticky webbing keeping them pinned to the floor. Even if they wanted to help, they couldn’t.

Let me go!” You demand, twisting and kicking. “Let me go right this instant!”

Inexplicably, the arms around you slacken; drop gracelessly back to their owner’s sides. You scramble away, with wide and frightened eyes, until the small of your back hits the concrete wall.  

(Y/n)?” You stiffen. Oh, no. Please, no. The voice, though woolly and quiet, is thoroughly familiar to you, from years of studying with him, talking to him, being friends with him. “Oh, God. Oh, God, why are you here? (Y/n), you shouldn’t be here.”

“Peter?” You blurt out. “Peter, is that you?”

“I – I’m not –” He’s nervously tripping over his words, trying to come up with a suitable lie. “I’m Spiderman, not –”

Your lips twist up in a sad smile. “You’re a rotten liar, Peter.”

And this time, he doesn’t try to deny it.

The two of you had been best friends ever since the second grade, when your nanny had forgotten to pack your lunch one day, and Peter had given you half of his tuna and mayo sandwich. You’d shared every day, every moment … Every secret.

However, it would appear, not every  secret.

“So … Spiderman, huh?” You manage, letting out a watery laugh that doesn’t hold any real humor in it. Spiderman might have saved you once, but this side of Peter is new and entirely foreign, much like the new and shiny suit that he’s sporting. “You’ve – You’ve really been busy, huh?”

You wonder when Peter was going to tell you; or if he was even planning to. Ever since Uncle Ben had passed, Peter had been acting strange: Showing up to school bruised and bloodied, cancelling days out together with only the flimsiest of excuses, showing up late to the appointments he did agree to go for …

And now you finally, finally know why.

“I-I’m sorry, (Y/n),” Peter says miserably. Even under the mask, you know that his forehead is creased and puckered up, warm chocolate eyes downcast. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t – There was never a good time.”

Of course not.

“So what you’re really saying is: You don’t trust me.” It bursts out of you. You’ll admit there’s a sour surge of satisfaction when Peter recoils, even though you haven’t raised a hand to him. It comes out again, louder this time. “That’s what it all boils down to, doesn’t it? I thought we were friends. I trusted you. I told you everything – the boys I liked, the crushes I had. I thought –”

Me?” Peter’s glumness turns into irritation, and you realise your mistake. “I’m not the only one keeping secrets! You didn’t tell me that you’d be running around with Captain America and a bunch of –”

- Criminals. He doesn’t say it, but you know that’s what he means. The word hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare at Peter, not moving, not even blinking. A day ago, that wouldn’t have meant you. A day ago, you and Peter would have been in school. A day ago, the two of you would have still been friends.

When you had accepted Captain America’s request for help, you didn’t think that you’d have to face off with your best friend in the process.

(Y/n), I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean –”

He’s cracked something in you wide open. You stride away from the boy you once knew, but you can’t leave yet.

“Fine,”  You say, infusing the word with venom. “Then arrest me. Take me in. I’m just a criminal, right?”

Your voice rises in octaves, building up to a high crescendo. Your anger rises up, blooming in your chest like a poisonous flower, and you focus on that, since it chases away the chill that permeates deep into your bones. Blind now with a mingled combination of hurt and anger, your hand lashes its way through the air in a flicking motion, forcing the powers sleeping deep inside you to the surface. Even though Peter’s standing motionless at least six feet away, he’s shoved up into the air by an invisible force, slamming into the window behind you hard enough to crush bones. He flies out the window with a shriek.

You turn away from the remnants of shattered glass and a broken friendship, gloom already gathering atop your shoulders to weigh you down. In another life, you might have been fighting by his side, the two of you working together as Avengers. Now you’ve become public enemy number one.

Criminal, criminal. Your mind chants it over and over again, in a sing-song, lilting voice, matching each syllable with your racing pulse. I’m a criminal.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Don't know if it counts as a prompt but Scully calling out Mulder for bailing her after she gets wine and cheese in Detour or Mulder's thoughts as he flees the room. Thanks!

This took me a while (I do have much older prompts in here and I am so sorry for being so slow). Just a fluffy piece for “Detour”. You’ll find a bit of the actual dialogue in the fic. Enjoy. 

“I was once told that the best way to regenerate body heat is to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with somebody who’s already naked.”

“Well, maybe if it rains sleeping bags, you’ll get lucky.”

“Scully, are you coming on to me?” Mulder chuckles as he snuggles closer to her, almost like a puppy or kitten. He’s wonderfully warm, she has to admit, but right now Scully wishes she could just push him away. His injury, of course, stops her from doing so.

“I was trying.” She mumbles under her breath, her fingers fumbling with the bullet. Mulder shifts against her, winces when he makes a wrong move, and then stares up at her. Definitely like a puppy.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, Mulder,” annoyance creeps into her voice, “Just… I’m just trying to start a fire.” Mulder chuckles again and she can’t take it anymore. The bullet slips through her fingers, bounces off Mulder’s head and lands somewhere in the grass, swallowed by darkness.

“Why is that so funny?” Scully doesn’t even try to find the bullet. Anger rises inside her, sizzling and hot. Without even realizing it, she grips Mulder’s bicep hard and he squeaks.

“Are you trying to hurt me?” He grumbles against her.

“I was trying the exact opposite – Mulder, why do you think I brought over cheese and wine to your hotel room earlier?” There’s rustling as he tries to get more comfortable. Scully stares at his head where his hair is sticking up from being pressed against her. She feels the strong need to run her fingers through it.

“I- I don't… know.”

“You don’t know.” Now she feels like grabbing his hair and hurting him. Just a little bit.

“Well… of course I know, Scully… I just…”

“You just what? It’s fine when you flirt with me, throw innuendoes around like candy and when I make a move-”

“A move?” Mulder tries to sit up and Scully puts her hand on his arm to stop him; he’s not supposed to move around. Talking like this in the darkness where they can be close without looking at each other, maybe it’s the perfect opportunity.

“When I was fighting my cancer, I- was angry at the injustice of it and its meaninglessness. But I was also angry with myself, Mulder. I’d dedicated my time to this cause, to our work, and I was barely paying attention to my life. To the relationships in it.”

“Scully…”

“No, Mulder. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve spent time with my friends? My mom and I used to have dinner together once a week. Did you know that? I don’t remember the last time I went on a date.”

“I’m sorry that I-” Scully shakes her head unaware that Mulder can’ see it in the darkness, with his own head in her lap.

“It’s not you, Mulder. It’s not… I don’t want to turn my life around. I love it. I love the work – well, most of the time I do. Right now, I’d rather be anywhere else than here. When I was at home recuperating, I called a few of my old friends. I no longer have anything in common with most of them and at first I was sad, but then I realized something when I spoke to my friend Ellen. I think I told you about her once… it doesn’t matter. She made me realize the thing I talked about, what I was most passionate about, is the work. And…” Scully can no longer keep her hand away from Mulder’s hair and she runs her finger through it gently, reveling in its softness.

“And?”

“And you, Mulder. She asked me if you were the same guy I once called a cute jerk,”

“Hey!”

“Oh shut up, Mulder. I don’t remember calling you that, but of course it’s you. I thought I could… when you fled the room earlier-”

“I didn’t flee the room.” This time when he tries to sit up, Scully doesn’t stop him. He grimaces in pain, but soon he’s sitting next to her. His face is close, his eyes fixated on hers. She wonders if he can see the fear in hers now. All the courage she felt earlier when she knocked on his door, in all the moments that led to her big finish, must have been lost here in the forest, running from yet another monster.

“Well all right, I did flee the room but not because… it’s not because I don’t want it, Scully. I do want it.”

“You do.”

“Now, don’t sound so skeptical.” There’s a smile in his voice, she can hear it, and her eyes are adjusted enough to make it out, too, playing there around his lips. “It’s just…”

“Not the right time.” Scully whispers, finishing his thought. Of course it’s not. She may have beat her cancer, has won this battle against all odds, but they’re left with even more questions, more lies. This is not their time. “You need to get some rest, Mulder. Lie back down.” Forget I ever said anything, she thinks, and it hangs there in the air.

“In a moment.” He says, staring at her intently, as if trying to figure out a particular difficult puzzle. Scully is about to ask him what he’s doing when he leans forward and captures her lips. She gasps, opening her mouth, and his tongue tentatively teases inside. She kisses him back, her hand on his bicep, holding him there. Before the kiss gets out of hand, before they both forget that this is not the moment, not the time and place, Scully lets go of his lips. Mulder’s eyes are still closed and he looks stupidly happy, the pain and their whereabouts temporarily forgotten.

“Now lie back down.” Scully whispers with her face still so close to his that they’re sharing the same air. He nods as his eyes remain closed and she helps him snuggle against her. They’re quiet for a long moment, listening to the unknown sounds of the forest.

“Why don’t you sing… something.” Mulder, his voice exhausted, asks as he cuddles closer to her.

“Mulder, you don’t want me to sing. I can’t carry a tune.” And just like that, she thinks, they’re back where they always are. A kiss doesn’t change their course, doesn’t change who they are. It’s a beginning, a ray of sunshine after the storm, and before she can think about it, Scully finds herself singing to Mulder out here in the woods, against all odds.

Love and War

Request: Hi love, I was wondering if I could request a Newt x reader where they’re in the arctic trying to find a dragon (reader studies them maybe?) and the reader starts a snowball fight with Newt, and pretty much just fluff. Hope this makes sense, much love. P.S. You’re great and I love you

Word Count: 1,246

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @thosefantasticbeast2 @studyforthreehands @benniesgalaxy @whatinbenaddiction


You sit outside, thick mitts on your hands, heavy coat bundled around your shoulders and zipped up to your chin, hat pulled firmly over your ears and, for the first time since you’ve got here, you’re finally warm. The sketchbook lies open in front of you, resting on a blanket that you’ve set out to protect your things from the arctic snow. A telescope’s right next to it, meticulously placed to ensure direct sight of your target: a Swedish Short-Snout that had inexplicably taken residence in the blizzardy region of the arctic.

The area around your eye hurts, a consequence of spending the last three hours pressing it against your telescope, desperate to catch another glimpse of the creature.

“Spot him, love?” Newt emerges from your tent, almost comical in the fluffy jacket covering his thin frame.

You sigh and sit back, rubbing your face. “Not a thing since five. It’s like he knows I’m waiting.”

Newt chuckles at this, plopping into the snow next to you. “He doesn’t like being bothered upon waking? Seems the two of you have something in common.”

“Hush,” you grumble, “he doesn’t have messy hair and morning breath to worry about.”

Newt tugs you against his side, kissing your hair. “Morning breath? You? I hadn’t noticed.”

You make a face at him. “Oh hush, Mr. Talks-in-his-sleep. It’s a miracle I can get any sleep at all with the conversations you carry on with yourself.”

“Are they interesting conversations?”

“Hardly. Last night it was all about mercury and the properties of venoms.”

Newt smiles. “I never realized I’d be so fascinating in my sleep.”

You roll your eyes. “No one would agree. Not when it’s two in the morning and they’re trying to sleep.”

Before Newt can defend himself, the wind springs to life, sending your sketchbook skittering over the canvas. The sketchbook that holds all your research and notes and sketches that you’ve managed over the past five days of freezing. The sketchbook that will be ruined if it lands in the snow.

You lunge for it, narrowly missing the telescope, sliding across the blanket, hand outstretched. The sketchbook’s inches from your fingers when it lifts and zooms behind you. You twist instinctively, reaching for it, but the action leaves you unbalanced and you fail to grab the blanket and stop yourself.

You tumble onto the snow and roll a few feet before managing to stop yourself. Snow has made its way between your jacket and your neck, your nose is freezing, and you’re about ready to kill Newt as you shove yourself to your knees.

He’s grinning at you, fighting laughter.

“What the hell?” You grumble as you brush snow from your cheeks.

He holds out your sketchbook, dangling it over a pile of snow, mischievous smile on his lips.

You slow, staring at him. “Don’t you dare.”

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Last One Standing

(on Archive of Our Own)
Words:
1,399
Summary: She’d had enough of losing, of feeling hurt.
Pairing/Character: Levihan
Rating: T
Prompt: 50. “I need you to forgive me.” Sent by @amateurmagic. From this prompt list.
Warnings: Late-series Marley vs. Paradis pseudo-setting, character-centric. 
Genre: Drama, Angst

The first thing I’ve written in a long time. Thank you for the prompt.