if i could be anything else i would be a polar bear

The Element EVERYTHING in Your Story Needs

To all the writers who have ever felt lost, alone, and completely confused during the labyrinthine journey that is writing anything, and felt like screaming this at your story …

There’s hope.

There’s a light at the end of that darn tunnel. First, let me describe how I used to fight my way out of these periods of confusion and hopelessness. 

Usually, I would try to force myself to get back into the groove of the story. I would reread it, and be yelling at myself in my head, “Remember why you love it! LOVE your book again! Keep reading and FALL IN LOVE, damn it!” I’d go over descriptions, bits of dialogue, banter between the characters. I’d go over settings and imagery, and try to make myself remember how much they’d once excited me. I’d read things that had made me laugh when I typed them, sentences that I was particularly proud of, paragraphs that made me feel particularly clever. But the thing was, it didn’t work. 

I didn’t care.  

What was the problem? The problem was some of those descriptions, settings, images, and witty episodes of bantering had no Story Reason to be there. They were just there because they amused me. Just because I found the imagery beautiful. Just because I found a sentence or joke really clever and wanted to share my wit with the world. But the world didn’t care about my wit. Because the world (the people reading my book) knew subconsciously that there was no story to give that so-called witty sentence substance and meaning. I could create the most breath-taking images, I could make the most well-rounded living and breathing character, I could make a setting that you wanted to run away from home and live inside … and it didn’t matter. If the thing didn’t have a purpose for being there within the narrative, nobody cared. And I didn’t either. 

So what is a Story Reason? 

Everything in a story exists to support one of three things. 

1. The A-story: The surface plot, the quest of the main character to achieve a specific tangible goal. What the story is about on the surface. 

2. The B-Story: The love story, or relationship of the thing. Usually this relationship is instrumental in causing the third element, which is …  

3. The Character Arc. The theme of the story, the purpose, the piece of truth the story seeks to prove to the main character and the audience. 

If something in a story doesn’t contribute to the progress of these three, there’s no reason we should care about it. It has no point. Because in the end, all we care about is the story!

When it comes to scenes, story reason means continuity. It means the way the story unfolds logically. If every scene is there for a darn good reason, the scenes after and before will make total sense, they’ll connect seamlessly, a steady progression of events. Every scene’s turn triggers the next scene. 

And to do this, every scene must be able to be linked with three words: Because of that.

Because of the turn of one scene … 

The next scene happens. 

And because of the turn of that scene the next scene happens.

To illustrate how this works, let’s look at a small movie you might have heard about called Zootopia. (Thanks to @inked-withlove for the movie suggestion!)

So let’s start at this point, the turn of the scene with Clawhauser and Judy searching the file on Emmitt Otterton. 

Turn: “I have a lead." 

Because of that …

Judy has to get Nick to tell her what he knows about Otterton.

Turn: It all goes poorly, and now Nick and Judy are stuck together by an incriminating adorable carrot recorder. (The B Story, the relationship, has intertwined with the A Story.)

Because of that …

Nick takes Judy to the place he saw Otterton go, a place he thinks will cause her to give up. 

Turn: She doesn’t quit, she marches right in. (B Story: Nick sounds surprised, and a little impressed, that she didn’t back down.)

Because of that … 

She has to question a rude yoga-performing elephant. 

Turn: Though the elephant is absolutely no help, the seemingly addled yak is more than helpful – he even remembers the license plate number of the car Emmitt left in. 

Because of that …

Nick thinks his part in this endeavor is complete. But Judy remembers that she’s not in the system yet, and thus can’t run a plate. Nick, however, can. And he’s going to, or else. 

Turn: It just so happens that he has a pal at the DMV. 

Because of that …

Sloths. He takes her to a DMV run by sloths and wastes as much of her precious dwindling time as he can.

Turn: “It’s night?!”

Because of that …

Legitimate Enterprise Car Service (at least that’s what it’s called in the screenplay) is closed. Judy doesn’t have a warrant and Nick is enjoying her suffering tremendously. After a spat, she tosses the carrot over the fence instead of handing it to him.

Turn: Because she has now seen a shifty low-life climbing the fence, she has probable cause, and doesn’t need a warrant. She can go in. (B Story: Nick is looking at her with more respect.)

Because of that …

They find the car and begin investigating. The car is a crime scene; claw marks everywhere, the missing otter’s wallet … and a cocktail glass etched with a "B”.

Turn: And it all adds up for Nick. This car belongs to Mr Big, a notorious crime boss. And his polar bear henchman are right outside. They grab Judy and Nick and yank them off screen. 

Because of that  …

Judy and Nick are wedged between the bear henchman, on their way to face Mr Big. 

Turn: Nick sold him a very expensive rug that happened to be made from the fur of a skunk’s butt. Or in other words, Mr Big really doesn’t like Nick.

Because of that …

They wait fearfully for Mr Big to appear, and even when he’s revealed to be a tiny shrew, Nick still launches into obsequious and panicked mode. He tries talking his way out of it, but Mr Big really REALLY doesn’t like him. And when Judy shouts at him that she’s a cop and she has evidence on him –

Turn: “Ice ‘em.”

Because of that …

“No icing anyone at my wedding!” Fru Fru Shrew is not a happy camper. Father and daughter bicker about his promise of no murder on her wedding day, and the fact that “I have to, baby. Daddy has to.” Until – 

Turn: “She’s the bunny who saved my life yesterday. From that giant doughnut!” Well, Judy is now in Mr Big’s good books. He’s going to pay her kindness forward. Nick is floored. 

I’m gonna stop there.

SO! After going through that analysis of how the scenes are linked together, let’s abandon the “everything needs a story reason to be in there” rule, and see what happens. 

After the scene where Judy and Nick reluctantly join forces, we could add a scene where Nick is trying to remember the name of the place, and where it is. Then we could have them asking around, searching the city, refusing to ask for directions, lots of banter. THEN we can finally get to The Mystic Springs Oasis.

And after they get the plate number, maybe Nick grabs the carrot pen and makes a run for it. Then we can have a chase scene, but he gets away. Then we can have Judy trying to run the plate on her own, before realizing she isn’t in the system, and failing. Then we can have a scene where she has to track down Nick again. Then a scene where she figures out how to blackmail him into it. THEN they finally get to the DMV. 

And you know what would have happened then?

Zootopia would have made everyone bored. 

All of these inserted scenes are unnecessary. Sure, they might add conflict, add complications to Judy’s quest, but they’re ultimately just filler. They’re just there for the sake of bulking out the story. This is why that tip I hear so often in writing circles always perplexes me: “Figure out the worst possible thing that can happen to your character, then do that.” If people went with this rule, they’d just keep throwing terrible things at the characters for no apparent reason, one after another, and the reader or audience would be expected to be entertained by it (but wouldn’t be). It would be like cartoons before Mickey Mouse came along and applied story to animation: before, cartoons were just gag after gag, slapstick situations mashed together like a funny video compilation. Except with books and movies, it would just be conflict-heavy situations strung together, taking an inordinate amount of time to make any actual progress.  

Once you make sure everything has a purpose within the narrative, things get so much better.  And I find, when I reread my work I don’t have to scream at myself to “love your book or else” if everything has a reason for being there. And instead of feeling like yelling at my story like an angry overworked crab, I feel a lot more like this gif.

I hope it works for you too.

Things Everyone Should Know About Min Yoongi

Or just reasons to love him. (From the POV of a Yoongi stan)

  • loves music
  • raps faster than the speed of light. hella control over his voice
  • plays the piano
  • amazing on stage; in his element
  • his mixtape saved hiphop. saved lives. saved the world goddamn Yoongi
  • AGUSTD - Intro: Dt sugA (ft. DJ Friz)                                                                        - AgustD                                                                                                      - give it to me                                                                                              -skit                                                                                                            -724148                                                                                                      -140503 at dawn                                                                                        -The Last                                                                                                    -Tony Montana (ft. Yankie)                                                                          -Interlude ; Dream, Reality                                                                          -so far away (ft. Suran) 
  • he produced the entire thing. it didn’t feel like individual tracks on an album. it felt very complete, in a way i’ve never seen before.
  • released this masterpiece to the world for free; on soundcloud, on a google drive, on mediafire, on spotify…
  • He had no problematic lyrics on his mixtape. He doesn’t imitate or glorify modern American hiphop. There are no meaningless lyrics, no misogyny, no materialism or racial slurs. Instead, he talks about himself and builds on that.
  • worked on his mixtape in between his schedule. sometimes while on the plane, sometimes while working on other music for BTS.
  • Has a polar bear protection bracelet. Really likes polar bears.
  • was the happiest person in the world when he met Kumamon it was all too adorable
  • Very socially aware. Wants to use his fame to shift people’s attention to global problems.
  • When he and Taehyung got sick and were rushed to the hospital, they ended up having to cancel the concert in Kobe. During his vacation time, he went to the stadium they were supposed to perform in by himself and wrote a post about it in the fancafe. He sat in the seats of the stadium and forced himself to imagine the fans’ emotions on the day that was supposed to be the concert. He wrote  a long apology. He felt so guilty it kept him awake every night since the incident. He didn’t know what else to do. He promised never to let the fans down again and to work harder. 
  • works from from 12 am - 6 am on music. even after a full day of training or concert preparation or filming. only to sleep for 2 or 3 hours or not at all to start the next day. sleeps whenever he gets the chance. gives the day’s events his full energy regardless. 
  • when BTS had to pack for their backpacking trip through Europe, he was the one that remembered to pack medicine and first aid supplies. he cleaned up before leaving the hotel room. helped cook. was in charge of their budget. 
  • wrote/composed/produced some of BTS’s best songs:                              -Tomorrow                                                                                                  -Nevermind                                                                                                -Intro (HYYH pt. 1)                                                                                      -Dead Leaves                                                                                            -Fun Boyz                                                                                                  -Just One Day                                                                                            -Let Me Know                                                                                              -Paldogangsan (with Hoseok & Namjoon)                                                  -Cypher pt 1, 2, & 3 (with Hoseok & Namjoon)
  • participates in the making of almost every BTS song
  • he looks gorgeous in every hair colour he’s literally so beautiful
  • once said he would sue Bighit if his hair started falling out lmao
  • his smile that shows his gums
  • laughs in 10 different ways
  • his voice sounds beautiful in Whalien52 aka one of my favourite songs
  • in the song “Move” he dedicated his section to his mom, who was sick after she gave birth to him
  • in “If I ruled the world” he dreams, if he could have anything, it would be to buy a house for his family
  • danced around his studio in the early hours of the morning when “Nevermind” was approved to be the intro of HYYH pt.2
  • really likes lamb skewers. Wants to open a lamb skewer restaurant with Jungkook
  • his only goal is to make music that gives people emotions (comfort). the root of his passion, goes back to when he started making music at the age of 13.
  • his dream was to perform at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. At the end of the concert, he looked for his parents and brother in the crowd. When he saw them, he smiled and got on the floor to do a deep bow, the kind where your forehead touches the ground. This is when he sobbed for the first time at a concert.
  • at fansigns, fans get to write them a question. “What’s more important? Face or body?” is asked a lot, not just to BTS but all Kpop groups. Yoongi is the only one that writes a third option, “Personality” and circles it and writes that it is the most important. He does this every time the question comes up.
  • When given the question, “What type of girl?” or “What type of style do you like in a girl?” He circles all of them.
  • his ideal type is someone who likes music and someone he can communicate with. there are never any other specifications.
  • when asked for the ideal weight in a girl, he writes a ridiculous number
  • when asked what age difference he would date, he wrote “81 years” lol
  • tells everyone to eat well and take care of themselves. loves his fans more than anything.
  • extremely open-minded person
  • when he and Namjoon were being disrespected by Bfree during an interview, he stayed calm and handled the situation well. Then proceeded to drAG THE HELL OUT OF HIM IN CYPHER PT. 2
  • the “S” in Suga stands for “Savage”
  • literally sarcastic all the time
  • “If we’re talking about regrets you should think of some of your past selcas” - to Jimin
  • relatable
  • king of “I meant to do that”
  • the time he and Hoseok reacted to a “Try not to laugh challenge” of their own members and Yoongi laughed so hard he choked
  • his existence is pretty much art in itself
  • the thing he does when his members are doing something embarrassing and he just curls up and covers his face
  • “Min Suga. Genius. Those two words should be enough. *shrugs*”
  • “I want to reincarnate and be a rock in my next lifetime”
  • “I’m Father Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third”
  • “I’m good at doing ugly stuff”
  • “I was destined to be taller, but there were some errors in my development.”
  • “I’d like to introduce you to my lover…this neckpillow"
  • “I’ve always wanted to nap in a different country”
  • on his first birthday after he debuted, he spent his own money to make small gifts for his fans and hand-wrote over 300 notes for the fans that were going to come to see him on his birthday. he spent a long time because he wanted to make each note different. at the event, he got embarrassed because “it’s not much but I hope you all like it”. he learned that instead of 300, 350 came and he made 50 more to send to them. 
  • the next year, he made packages again but this time with transportation cards so the fans could use them when they came to see them. hand-written letters again, signed polaroids and ordered special envelopes. 
  • gave Jimin his credit card to charge the passes with, and when Jimin jokingly said he’s going to spend his money on snacks, Yoongi unhesitatingly said “Okay”
  • he did something again this year, but just didn’t vlog about it.
  • took pictures of Jungkook at his graduation like he was a proud parent 
  • the time when he and Hoseok lost a game and didn’t get dinner. Jimin brought them a crab from their table, and Yoongi let Hoseok have it. “Seeing my dongsaeng eat makes me feel full." 
  • Bangtan love him. They say Yoongi takes care of them well, especially his dongsaengs. He’s the one that silently takes care of them all.
  • The time Yoongi took Jimin out to eat sushi, and while Jimin was tying his shoes, Yoongi paid and told him they could go. "Of course, I’m the hyung." 
  • says his members are his closest friends. says Bighit is like a family
  • when Hoseok was celebrating New Years alone in the dorms, Yoongi left his family and showed up with chicken just so Hoseok wouldn’t have to spend new years by himself
  • Maschine mk2 review what a nerd
  • that time he tried to install a music editing software and ranted for 10 years on the fancafe because technology is problematic 
  • that one time Yoongi got really passionate about coffee and said he needed 309 people to help him "catch” coffee
  • does reviews and gives insight on all of BTS’s albums
  • the time he sang his heart out with Hoseok for “I was able to eat well” and sounded terrible 
  • the time they had a high note challenge and Yoongi sang so “high” that no noise came out
  • so extra. all the time.
  • “the director said it would only take 5 minutes. It’s been exactly 4 minutes and 58 seconds" 
  • that time he had to introduce himself and pulled confetti out of his pocket and threw it over himself 
  • but also unamused
  • he is a paradox
  • “I want to go baaaaaaaack”
  • easily put in his place by Jin, his hyung. But also ignores all of his jokes.
  • cannot dance for his life (literally flailing in DOPE) but is a really good dancer (FIRE ????)
  • he just works hard
  • unhesitatingly kicked Jimin in the balls when he started dancing over his legs while he was trying to sleep. didn’t even wake up.
  • that time Taehyung was really nervous on stage and kept stuttering and messing up his words. the members laughed and poked fun at him, but Yoongi shushed them and the audience and told Taehyung to breathe and relax and start again. This time Taehyung didn’t stutter
  • literally a deadass person at the awards show until Namjoon was up next to perform and Yoongi couldn’t stop being hyped and looking for him
  • makes fun of his members all the time but always makes sure they’re comfortable
  • witty but never crude
  • says he’s not always the best at expressing himself verbally, but wants everyone to know he is always thankful
  • kindest, bravest, strongest person to ever grace this earth. blesses the lives of everyone he touches

There are certain things I didn’t include in there, because they are a part of his mixtape and I think that speaks for itself. 

To Min Yoongi, thank you. 

The Bodyguard ch. 6

Newest installment of The Bodyguard written by @alittlemissfit and yours truly!! 

If you haven’t read the others here they are:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5


“What’s the password?” The disembodied voice asks over a speaker as Mulder rolls his eyes.

“I’m not saying it, Frohike. Just let me in,” he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face.

“I can’t let you in til you say the password.”

“I know you’ve got video surveillance. You know it’s me! Just let me in!”

“Video cameras can be tricked and shapeshifters are a documented phenomena. So I’ll say it again. Password?!”

Rolling his eyes, Mulder groans. Looks straight up into the camera.

“Riding the 5-legged pony,” he says flatly. Shakes his head at the laughter he hears over the intercom as he’s buzzed in.

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You’re Safe

Prompt from anon: doing the prompt-thing? If so, I’d like to request 2, 18, 86 and 94 for Jughead. Thanks!

2 - “Hey, hey, calm down. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
18 - “What’s the matter, sweetie?”
86 - “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
94 - “I had a bad dream again.”

A/N: You guys are going to love this if you like emotional. I also changed “they” from the first one into “he”. Hope that’s okay :)

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Characters: Jughead Jones, Reggie Mantle (a/n: sorry not sorry)

Warnings: Emotionally and physically abusive ex-boyfriend; talking about it; swearing; forcefully making out; mentions of sex

if you’re in a bad situation, know that I love you and you can always talk to me <3

Italics are either a flashback or a dream.


Originally posted by jughexd-jones

You woke up in the middle of study hall from taking a nap with a jolt. You scanned the area to make sure nobody noticed and it looked like nobody did. It was always the same memory, the same night just replaying in your head.

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heart on your sleeve

Merry Christmas Eve and Happy Holidays! This was written as a @swawesomesanta gift for @luckiedee​ who asked for some fluffy zimbits, with a trope or two thrown in. I’ve wanted to do a good Soulmates AU forever, so I hope you like it!! <3 Thanks to @lydia-st-james for mucho story support and beta services. Any wonky tense shifts are mine and I’m eternally sorry.

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heart on your sleeve

Bitty had never met someone with a soulmark before he came to Samwell. Or maybe he had, but just didn’t know it. Once, in a furtive Google session, he’d discovered that there was a single registered soulmark artist in Georgia, based out of Atlanta, but in his junior year of high school, long before he was able to put his plan of sneaking off to go see her in motion, soulmark application was outlawed by the state legislature and that put an end to it.

He saw his first soulmark in the locker room at Faber, a few days into his first semester at Samwell, which seemed like a good omen if Bitty were the type to believe in omens. (He was, although he would never tell his Mama.) It was on the back of Justin - Bro, call me Ransom - Oluransi’s neck and was a strange mess of lines and ink that meant it hadn’t settled yet. Bitty wondered if it was new. He snuck glances at it when he was sure it was safe and no one seemed to catch him, but he didn’t make a habit of it. He knew the danger of looking too long in the locker room.

Bitty never brought it up himself, but whenever the topic was mentioned, he would always scoot his chair a little closer as the upperclassmen talked about the soulmarks. Ransom wasn’t the only one with a soulmark, as it turned out. The senior goalie Johnson had one as well and what’s more, it was settled. It was a polar bear, splashed with blue and purple and bright on his thigh. Bitty nearly fainted with excitement the first time he met Johnson’s girlfriend after a game and the same bear poked out from her shoulder under a tank top.

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Dead leaves - Chapter 6

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: implications of smut

Summary: Don’t fall in love. Promise me.“ She said, gripping onto my arm.

“I promise.”

A/N: SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE HERE I HATE MYSELF JSJSJSJSJ but yeah tbh i feel like this chapter wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be ???? but eh whatever it’s alright I HOPE YALL LIKE IT THOOOOO enjoyyyy (also this is my first time writing smut but it’s not really smut but you will see)

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Plots based off of Views.

Views has given me inspiration and I’ve decided to turn that inspiration into words. So, here are some plots based off a few songs of the album. Feel free to use them! And if anyone wants to play out a plot with me, just hit me up!

U With Me?: “ You could never say I came up and forgot about your ass, And that’s some real shit ”

Muse A and Muse B were longtime lovers. Personality wise, they were polar opposites. One thing they had in common was their drive; They both came from humble beginnings and rising to the top was a dream they both shared. While they were supposed to reach it together, life had a funny way of changing those plans. Muse A had always been a perfectionist and in the quest to perfect their craft, Muse B was often left on their own for days at a time. Everyone has a breaking point and Muse B found theirs after about a year. It was Muse B who made the decision to end the relationship, an action that neither truly agreed with. Fast forward five years later and both of them are rising stars. Recently, Muse A has been making it known that they want to reunite with Muse B, name dropping them in interviews and posting about wanting that old thing back on social media. Muse B is completely against the idea, voicing their disdain in the same indirect way Muse A has been calling for their attention. However, Muse A isn’t deterred. In their eyes, Muse B is the only person fit to stand at their side and they plan to show them just how true that is.

Redemption: “I’m searchin’ for these words to say to you

Muse A and Muse B were once in a volatile relationship. Everything bad a couple can go through, they went through. Infidelity, verbal/physical abuse, constant fights, breakups and even a miscarriage. At the urging of concerned family and friends, the two decided to put the nightmare to rest. They went to hell and back, with both of them bearing the scars to prove it. That was then and this is now. Muse A is currently in a loving relationship and Muse B is enjoying the single life with no commitments. Muse A thought they would never think about Muse B again until their significant other proposed to them. And as much as Muse A wanted to say yes, the nightmare they went through with Muse B flashed through their mind and it was in that moment that Muse A realized they never got closure. When Muse A shows up at Muse B’s home in the middle of the night demanding closure, the nightmare begins all over again.

With You: “It’s about us right now, girl, where you going?”

Muse A and Muse B have amazing chemistry. When they’re around each other, sparks fly and they might as well be the only two in the room. The only problem? Muse B has always been indecisive and that indecisiveness has spilled over into their personal life. While Muse B is in love with Muse A, the intensity of their relationship sometimes becomes too much for them. Add in the fact their friends aren’t the biggest fans of their union and you have a problem. When Muse B feels things are becoming too intense, they disappear for a period of time only to reappear when the heat dies down. Muse A has been understanding so far, but is quickly getting tired of the games Muse B is playing. With this most recent disappearing act being the longest yet, Muse A has lost all patience and is presenting Muse B with an ultimatum. “Either stay with me or stay gone for good.”

Faithful: “You hit me like “I know you’re there with someone else”

When it comes to time, Muse A has never had a lot of it. Growing up, she always had to sacrifice her time for other people. Now that she’s older, she finally has the time to make her dreams come true. School, work, and internship obligations leave little time for anything else, including her relationship with Muse B. Well, what little of a relationship they have. Muse B is a bit older than Muse A and has an established career, leaving them all the time in the world for a real relationship. Muse B claims he has no problems with waiting on Muse A to get her life on track, but Muse A isn’t so sure. Lately, things have been weird between them. When she calls, he doesn’t pick up right away. When she texts him, he replies late or not at all. And when she does have time to spend time with him, he either declines or their “date” is nothing more than a hello and a goodbye. All the signs are pointing to the obvious, Muse B has found another. And Muse A isn’t sure if she should choose him or her career.

Fire & Desire: “ But you a real ass woman and I like it, I don’t wanna fight it”

Muse A has returned to his hometown after years of being gone. The first thing he does is go to his favorite bar. That’s where he meets Muse B. Her beauty was the first thing that caught his attention and as he spends the night getting to know her, he slowly starts to believe in love at first sight. One thing leads to another and they end up spending the night together. The next morning, Muse A wakes up to an empty bed, a bruised ego, and a note with a simple apology. Shaking her off his mind, Muse A meets up with his childhood friend and is surprised to hear he’s engaged. Just as his friend is describing his fiancée, Muse B walks in and introduces herself as the fiancée, surprising Muse A. Wanting answers from her, Muse A makes a bold move and hires Muse B to decorate his new home on the spot, giving her no other choice but to accept. Using the opportunity to get closer to her, Muse A and Muse B begin what could be a potentially deadly love affair.

Hotline Bling: “Doing things I taught you, gettin’ nasty for someone else”

Muse A is what you would call sexually awkward. She has no problems talking to the opposite sex, but when it comes to the act of sex itself, she has performance anxiety. To help herself get over it, she decides the best course of action is to call a phone sex hotline, effectively taking away all the nerves that comes with face to face action. Muse B is one of the top earners at his job, a favorite for his smooth voice and raunchy dialogue. At first, Muse A is intimidated and slow to open up, but with Muse B’s coaching, she slowly starts to come out her shell. After a few months of instruction, Muse A feels she is ready to put her skills to the test. Having grown attached and attracted to her voice, Muse B offers himself as the first test subject. While he makes the offer under the guise of wanting her to be as comfortable as possible, the truth is he doesn’t want any other man having a taste of what he considers his.

Feel No Ways: “I had to let go of us to show myself what I could do” 

Muse A has always had the the drive to take himself far. On the other hand, Muse B is content with doing the bare minimum to get what she wants out of life. Although Muse B is one of the few people that brings the best out of him, she also brings out his more negative traits. When the two of them are together, not much good comes out of it. They party all night, sleep in until the afternoon, and Muse A loses all sense of responsibility when he’s with her. After missing out on an employment opportunity because of being hungover with Muse B, Muse A decides it’s time to put their relationship on hold. Muse B is pissed and decides to make her anger known. From posting cryptic messages on his social media accounts, to going on rants on her own accounts to telling all their mutual friends about how dirty he did her, Muse B is on a crusade to make his life a living hell. Despite her actions, Muse A still cares for and wants to be with her. While Muse B’s plan is to hurt him like he hurt her, Muse A’s plan is to help her become the person he knows she can be.

What The Team Wanted for Christmas (as Kids!)

Genji: Whatever Hanzo got. It was mostly just to annoy him- he’d usually steal them or switch the labels the night before Christmas. It was only when Hanzo started getting books and practice bows that Genji started really asking for his own gifts- usually new video games, high-tech figurines, all lavish things.

McCree: Toy guns. But it was a secret wish. Since he grew up so poor and had a relatively short childhood (see my McCree headcanon here) he never really got any gifts, and he knew why. So he never asked for them. 

Pharah: Transformers figurines, toy guns, and/or model planes. (She was always a fan of flying and wanted to be a pilot when she was very young.) Nobody every questioned why she always liked the ‘boys’ toys more than the ‘girls’ toys- Ana never let anyone get in Fareeha’s way like that.

Reaper: He, like McCree, also grew up pretty underprivileged, He just wanted his home to be heated every year, and to have enough food to feed all of his family. When he didn’t know any better, he used to stare longingly at the action figures of movie heroes in shop windows- he wanted to make a difference, too. 

Soldier76: His parents gave him everything he earned for Christmas, so he never set his hopes higher than he dared to achieve. His most memorable wish was for his school’s varsity jacket his senior year, when the Omnic Crisis was really starting to get out of hand. He never did get that jacket, though. 

Sombra: She loved calacas dolls throughout her childhood. She would often strip the ones at home of their paint and repaint them herself, to fit her own color scheme (purples, pinks, and neon green.) Her mother never knew why she loved them so much. 

Tracer: Toy planes and a new pilot’s costume, every year. She had model planes all over her room, and hanging from the ceiling. 

Bastion: Birds. 

Hanzo: as a child, he usually asked for gifts he thought Genji would like because he knew that his brother always stole whatever he got anyways. He’d ask for toy swords and action figures- neither of which eh cared much for.  When he started getting older, his elders started ignoring his ‘Christmas list’ and started getting him things that would be actually useful to him, like books and laptops and practice bows- which he was grateful for. What he always really wanted, though, was a dog. 

Junkrat: He loved those kids’ chemistry sets that could actually blow up in your face. Jamie was pretty much born a pyromaniac, so take that as you will. 

Mei: Books, books, and more books. They were usually fantastic up until she turned twelve, which was when the “I wanna be a scientist” bit of her brain turned on. She also loved stuffed animals, especially polar bears and penguins. 

Torbjorn: Toy toolboxes and the souls of the innocent

Widowmaker: Amelié would always ask for new dancing shoes, and nothing else. Even as a teenager, all she ever asked for during Christmastime was new pointe shoes. She liked to keep her requests simple, so she could focus more on getting gifts for everyone else. 

D.Va: Living on the same road as McCree and Reaper, she never really had much of a childhood. It was only during her teenage years that she got into videogames- as a young girl all she ever wanted was a warm bed for her family and food on the table. She’d steal these gifts if she had to. 

Reinhardt: Toy knights and figurines. If there was a knight costume for his dogs (i headcanon that he always had a dog or two in his household. He just seems like a dog-loving kinda guy), then he would beg and beg for it. One year he asked for a horse to ‘ride into battle’- his parents got him a German Shepard that was about four times bigger than him instead. It worked out just fine. 

Roadhog: Mako was a big reader, just like Mei. But he loved the classics. He’d always ask for thick volumes of Shakespeare plays- tragedies and romances were his weakness. He also loved poetry. 

Winston: Baby Winston just wanted his own glasses, okay? LET THE BABY SEE

Zarya: Like Pharah, she always beelined for the boys’ toys. What usually ended up happening, though, was her giving away her Christmas present to some poor child down the block who she felt needed it more. 

Ana: She never asked for anything for Christmas. She never felt like she was the one who needed gifts. 

Lucio: He always wanted new instruments, but this often never came to pass, because when he’d go around the block with all the kids in his neighborhood begging for money, he made them split it so each child had enough to buy the toys they wanted- except for himself. His gifts were always the most expensive, unfortunately.  

Mercy: Her earliest memory paints her as asking brazenly for a stethoscope while at a winter checkup. Imagine that- a babyfaced, skinny, blonde toddler of a child boldly asking her doctor, “Can I have your heart-listener for Christmas? Please?”

Symmetra: She was taught to never want anything, ever. Even now, she views the traditions of Christmas gifts to be somewhat confusing. She never asked, she was never given. That’s just how it was. 

Zenyatta: To bless others with peace and tranquility. From day 1, really. 

My stony holiday exchange fic! Based on that backsmith outfit saga on AvAc, starring Sam, Nat, T’challa, and Loki :D

Word Count: ~2500
Warnings: None

Steve is not jealous, he’s curious.

It feels like a natural enough reaction to have upon spotting Tony Stark on the Avengers Academy quad, dressed in a pile of leather straps and little else like a…a—

Steve must look as curious as he feels because Tony lifts his chin proudly and exclaims, “I’m a blacksmith!”

And Steve, who by now is past curiosity and well into nosebleed territory at the sight of the outfit to properly think, replies with, “That was my second guess.”

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Written on the wrist - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 6 (French Mistake/Soulmates AU)

Title: Written on the wrist

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 6,150

Warnings: None

Prompts: Your Imagine getting zapped to the Supernatural universe and meeting Dean.” imagine is perfection!! Please please write a mini story or something based on it! It would be so good! P.S. You are one of the best writers whose stories I follow! :)

Im so glad requests are open! What about a readerxdean with French mistake reader whose soulmate is Dean?? Maybe soul mates have each other’s names on their arms so her name is on his arm and she enters the spn universe and he gets nervous because she doesn’t have his name on her arm since she’s from a different world?? I’ve never seen this done before so I think it might be nice to see! and your writing is amazing! Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

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“You have the Mark of Cain.” you breathed out and it was no question, but a statement.

“Yep.” he pursed his lips “A gift right from Cain himself, who no longer is alive but- Yeah.” he sighed, his eyes falling down on yours again.

“I see.” you swallowed, lips in a thin line as your mind was racing. It didn’t take you long to realize in what season and pretty much episode you were, even if this specific one never aired.

“So what?” you whispered, looking right back up at him to find his eyes always glued on yours “You crave… to kill?”

Dean let out a trembling breath, his eyes leaving yours. He didn’t say a single word, instead Sam spoke up.

“That’s what we’re afraid of.” he moved forward and you turned your head to look at him “Maybe the urge to- to kill isn’t really powerful at the moment but if he comes across all those bodies- and the blood- he might-” he stopped himself pursing his lips.

“I won’t.” Dean almost growled.

“Maybe you don’t know it yet, Dean! Yes sure last time you didn’t crave anything but- but now you’ve got the Mark and it’s already made you do things-”

“Sam!” he all-but-roared, making you take a step backward. His head immediately snapped to your direction a look of pure horror crossed his face, his eyes going wide for a second before a sorry look took over. No, not just sorry. He felt guilty.

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All That’s Best of Dark and Bright (Bucky x Reader Part 21/?)

Sorry for the delay.  Took me a while to get off the ground with this one.  Hopefully you like it!  Special thanks to @hispeculiartreasure @okiehoma @ladyhawkbunny and @mellon-collie for helping out.  And also thanks to all the people who’ve wanted to be tagged! @charlesxcvier @paulaamarieee @undiscl0sed-desir3s @mjnthefandomwriter @berrystained @levirivaillelover @theladymakai @hollysleeps @fullmetalavatar54.  As well as @the221buckyfangirl @thelastvaultdweller and @theoneandonlyowengrady if they are still interested.

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The first few weeks after Bucky left were rough.  You ran the gamut of emotions from numb to sad to worried to angry and everything in between.  While Bucky hadn’t added much noise to the household, the place somehow felt quieter, emptier.  The cat sometimes meowed pitifully at the bedroom door or the armchair, like she was looking for him.  That always tore at your heartstrings.  Once or twice, you caught yourself staring out the kitchen window, half expecting to see him in the backyard training, your fingers always managing to land in the dent he’d put in the sink.  Of course, there wasn’t much reason for you to tarry in the kitchen anymore, now that you had no one to feed except yourself.  It was easier to make a sandwich or a TV dinner with less mess to deal with afterward.

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An open letter to white nationalists on tumblr.

You know I’d have zero problems with white pride or white nationalism if all it was was celebrating heritage.

Everybody has a cultural identity. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with finding your features beautiful and taking an interest in your family history. You should celebrate where you come from and the things that make you unique. 

I’d be fine with a White History Month.

I’d be fine with a “White Pride” event or parade or whatever.

I’d be fine with people saying “white girls are beautiful!” or “I only wanna date inside my own race”. 

Because someone else expressing love for themselves or living their life  to a certain set of beliefs doesn’t diminish how I feel about myself. I can say “Good for you” with complete sincerity. 

The problem is, you guys don’t just leave it at this.

White things are always done as a “Retaliation” or a “take THAT!” to other movements. 

When I see and participate in things centered around black people, 99% of the time people of other races don’t even come up. We’re not trash-talking white people. We’re not using racial slurs against white people. We’re not putting white people down to make blackness seem special or superior. We’re just talking about ourselves, doing our own thing, and having fun.

When was the last time the Black Panthers burned a cross in somebody’s yard? Never. The answer is never. It did not happen. 

We don’t dress up like white people to make fun of you. We don’t create entire websites centered around hating you where me and my friends can have a good ol’ cackle and feel superior for 10 minutes on the internet. We don’t lord the accomplishments of people we have zero connection to other than skin color over the heads of other ethnic groups just to go “haw haw!” 

If anything, the only time you enter into the discussion at all is if we’re sharing experiences of how we are violently mistreated in a country that would not exist without us. Whether you recognize the contributions black americans have made to building this nation or not is irrelevant. Ignoring this fact does not make it unture. 

You did not want a “whiteout” until we had blackout.

You never mention White history month any other time except when February creeps up.

You didn’t shout “AllLivesMatter” until we shouted “BlackLivesMatter”

Now the internet is a big place. I cannot speak for every single individual person who identifies as a white nationalist, I can only judge by what I’ve seen and heard and read by other people who call themselves such. And most of the time what I see is the pattern I’ve mentioned above.

Black people do something for black people. White people take offense to this and decide to do something else in retaliation. But there’s nothing to retaliate against. And if its not a retaliation, its an opposition.

A prime example is this “dindu nuffin” meme. An unarmed child is killed by the police, you find humor in our outrage and in the way we protest. Similarly, there are no memes or caricatures or general culture of hatred that circulate whenever a white child is murdered. I have yet to find one “Caylee Anthony” meme. Yet I can find several of Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, and many others

We do not treat you the way you treat us. 

I’ll use this presidential campaign as an example. Donald Trump has the support of many self-proclaimed white nationalists. One of the most prominent supporters was a man who starred in a documentary called “White Student Union.” 

This man and one other violently assaulted a black woman who was involved at a peaceful protest at this rally. Freedom of speech declares that this woman and the other protesters were within their right to be there. Yet if you go on google, there’s numerous stories of black people being assaulted at these rallies. When checking white nationalist websites, videos, and postings; I’ve found that Trump has a lot of support in the white nationalist community. 

From an outsider’s perspective, white nationalism is painted as movement who’s only purpose is to curb the waning self-esteem of white people who don’t feel special anymore because they know they’re not better than anybody else. Much like those southern racists who’ll hem and haw about the good ol’ days where you didn’t have to treat all people like people.

If this is false, then here are some suggestions from a black man to help you with your image.

1. Lose the racially charged symbolism. Pick something besides the confederate flag or Odin’s Cross to flail around. Stop trying to evoke the imagery of groups that have literally tortured murdered people for not being white. There are plenty of great images in European history to choose from. Or you could choose an animal. How about a polar bear? 

2. Keep us out your mouths. Go on the “blackout” tag and what do you see. Pictures of black people, and people explaining the need for blackout right? And that’s all. You are nowhere to be seen. There is no one going on about how blacks are superior and blah blah blah. If you want to be proud of your heritage then be proud of it. But if you’re only proud of it because you think its better than somebody else’s- that speaks volumes about your true intentions.

Go on the “natural hair” tag. How many black women do you see talking trash about white people’s hair? How many comics and memes can you find? None. 

The only time black people trash talk you is when someone else brings it on themselves by saying something ignorant about us first. “But Jj two wrongs don’t make a right!” And when someone is a victim of something they want to stop happening and nobody else does anything about it- they’re going to retaliate. this is the real world, not kindergarden. 

If you want to be proud of being white: be proud. But if you’re ONLY proud because you think being white makes you better than other people, then you’re just looking for an excuse to justify your own unwarranted sense of superiority and I pity you. 

Finally: Educate yourselves. Do you know what I’ve come to realize just by lurking and my brief stint debating on white nationalist forums? A lot of you immediately swallow anything that already coincides with your worldview and when something challenges that- you refuse to think critically. Granted, everyone is guilty of this to some degree. But see, if you’re going to be a nationalist then you need to have a core understanding of the real issues that affect your people and why you are treated the way you are. 

A prime example: black-on-black crime is a myth. It is a term used to demonize the black population and should have no bearings in any serious discussion on race relations. Why? Because it is isolated. There is no “white-on-white” crime mentioned, despite people who identify as white making up a majority of the american population. there is no “asian-on-asian” crime. Or “latino on latino crime.” Yet somehow black people are painted as more criminally inclined than anyone else despite being only 13% of the overall population. 

That is mathematically impossible. And socially irresponsible to believe.

People who live near eachother are going to commit crime among themselves. A thief who lives in white neighborhoods is going to steal from white people and white businesses. It is mathematically impossible for 13% of the country to commit more crime than any of the other 87%. But many of you keep using this phrase “black on black crime” like it has any sort of credence. 

 You use it to devalue and discredit a race. Yet in the same breath you will claim white nationalism is not about racial superiority. 

This kind of cognitive dissonance is an insult to my intelligence and only serves to make your movement look shallow, racist, and foolish.

It is the same when you bring up IQ scores. I see numerous threads saying the average IQ for a black person is “70″. 

Let us say for the sake of argument that this is true.

The trans atlantic slave trade began in 1619 when the first West Africans were brought to Jamestown. West Africans who did not speak or read any English and were forbidden from learning to read or write in this new language. Who were forced to work from sun up until sundown over many generations in an environment where access to education was denied to them. Slavery officially ended in 1865 when the 13th amendment to the United States constitution was ratified. That is over 350 years of non-education and learning English only by ear.

After 1865 America entered into what was known as the Reconstruction Period. Blacks were “free” in the sense that they could no longer be kept as slaves, but white leaders implemented laws designed to keep blacks both disenfranchised and dependent on the structure slavery had built. This was done through Sharecropping. Blacks worked the land owned by someone else and gave the land-owner a share of the crops.This was one of the few and only ways blacks could earn a living in a nation where they had no education. 

This was further extended into the Jim Crow Era, where “Separate but Equal” was enforced until 1965 when Brown vs The Board of Education first served to dismantle it. 

Blacks could not vote. This was enforced through the “grandfather clause” which stated that someone could only vote if their grandfather had the right to vote. And since blacks were descended from freedmen who came from slaves, this was coded language used to target them specifically.

Blacks could not use the same facilities whites had access to, and when they could, they were often mistreated. This meant that schools were taught by people who had to teach themselves, who were previously farmers, who were previously slaves with no education and no formal understanding of the English language itself beyond what they could pick up. 

This period also marked the return of the KKK through D.W. Griffith’s “Birth of a Nation.” Black towns and businesses, most notably Black Wall-Street were destroyed by angry whites who were upset at the progress blacks were making. So they used violence and fear to knock them back down. Supported by a government who also shared these same ideals, they were of course largely successful.

And this continued until 1965.

Do you know how long ago that was? 51 years ago. 

My father  was born in 1936. My mother was born in 1954. 

My sister was born in 1975 and she was the first person in our immediate family to receive what could be considered a cohesive education. I was burn in 1991.

We have had one generation, as a family, to get our shit together . And the only reason we even had that launchpad, was because my father was light enough to have “White” listed on his military ID. So he had access to things other black people did not have, including my mother.

My mother did not go to an integrated school until she was in 8th grade. That means she had 9th, 10, 11th, 12th– 4 years. 4 years of a “quality” education and was somehow expected to make a life for herself in a place that didn’t even want her using the same bus.

Those “ghetto’s” are the remnants of segregation. Those black children who struggle in school are the product of centuries of exclusion, violence, and discrimination and a country that still thinks of and treats them as lesser beings.

I will say it again: It is an INSULT to my intelligence when white nationalists will spout these numbers and figures without any context, ignorant of the history and the conditions that bring these results. My IQ is 127 132  [just took a test to write this post actually]. But that is not because I’m some special snowflake black. It is because I had the environment and the access to things and people that allowed me to develop this way. There are many black people who do and many who do not. 

If you are going to be a nationalist, then deal in facts. Deal in reality. Understand history, understand issues in their context, before you open your mouth to say some ignorant ass shit just to shake your head and lament on the sad state of nonwhites around you. BE INTELLIGENT. Think beyond the narrow view of the racist propaganda that’s shoved in your face just because it makes you feel good you’re “not like that.”

If you stopped trying to feel better than everyone else and did a little research , you would see and understand where a lot of these issues that plague many different communities come from. But most of you that I’ve seen have no interest in that. Most of you will just grab the first link off some backwater website that confirms whatever prejudice you already hold and drop it into a thread like you’ve just said something profound while everyone else applauds and nods in approval. And the second someone pops in to criticize it, you’re rarin’ to go with more propaganda. 

Human beings are unique. We’re all alarmingly similar and different at the same time. I’m not going to pretend like the black community is without flaws, I call black people out on their shit too, but this issue just really irked me so I had to write a post about it.

Every race has beautiful and unique things about them. Every people has a history and a culture that goes deeper than a picture or a statistic, and its by educating ourselves and working to understand as much as possible that our knowledge grows. I could not in good conscience participate in a discussion that did nothing but slam white people. I’ve made some petty posts in the past in retaliation to some of the racist and entitled things some white people have said, and a part of me regrets them, but I cannot believe with any amount of sincerity that pro-black has to be anti-white.  So why cant the opposite be true?

Why is everything pro-white rooted in anti-blackness? 

Why do you have to feel better than me in order to feel good about yourself?

I can love my skin and yours at the same time.  

Why can’t you?

Out-Of-Body Experience - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Anonymous said: Can you do number 11 with Sebastian please?

011) “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

It was the weirdest sensation, indescribable and inexplicable. You couldn’t actually believe what was happening, yet it was, or maybe this was a dream, but how could you dream something in such detail? You were there in your hospital bed, and yet you were also stood next to the hospital bed, watching as you slept.

The hospital room is as devoid of beauty as you are of hope. Its walls are simply cream, not peeling or dirty, just cream. There is no decoration at all except beside your bedside where an array of flowers had been placed, you guessed they were all from Sebastian because he knew how much you hated hospitals. Limp curtains separated your bed from the three others there. The curtains were perhaps once the kind of green that reminded people of spring-time and hope, but it’s faded so much that the hue is insipid. The room has an undertone of bleach and the floor is simply grey. At the far end are windows in brown metal frames, only openable at the top. Everyone else in the room mirrored how your body was, they were sleeping to pass the time, though one or two visitors seemed to be staring at nothing at all just to pass the time. There are stands for intravenous drips and monitors. At the door are dispensers for rubber gloves, hand sanitizer and soap; these items only reinforced your fear of germs, they are so ubiquitous here that cleaning is mandatory every time a doorway is passed or a patient is touched. But maybe the nurses will forget, or not wash properly, then what? Will you get even sicker, could it possibly even get any worse than being in a coma after a car crash?

Maybe this out of body experience was actually a sickness, god you hated this.

A sound at the end of the hallway alerted you and you watched as Seb entered the room. He looked tired, and pale. “Oh my god,” you gasped, walking closer to him. You’d already realised that he wouldn’t be able to hear or see you, but that didn’t stop your natural inclination to be as close to Sebastian as you could. “Why the hell isn’t he in a hospital bed, he looks more sick than I do!” You yelled out to no one in particular.

“Hey,” he hummed as he sat down beside your bed, taking off the backpack he’d brought with him and then reaching out so he could hold your hand in his.

“Hi,” you replied, sitting on the end of the bed. You didn’t mind crushing your own feet, it was weird though, knowing that something was physically touching you but not being able to actually feel it. Especially now, when you’d do anything to feel Seb’s hand in yours for just a second.

He seemed to take a moment for himself to take you in, but you really didn’t enjoy that seen as you looked like you’d been in a car crash. Which you actually had been. Cuts and bruises covered your face and you had no doubt it mirrored the rest of your body. “I brought you some stuff from home that I thought you might like,” he began, releasing your hand so that he could go through the backpack.

“Oh that’s so sweet of you, please tell me you brought our teddy though?”

Just as you said that he took out the fluffiest white polar bear teddy and placed it by your side. The teddy had been won at a fun fair years back, though you had won it, Seb insisted that you share the parental duties of the teddy bear and so it soon became like a child to the both of you. It always slept in the bed as well.

The next item he brought out was a book, your favourite one of course. “I thought I could read you this, you always did love Green Eggs and Ham and I don’t know, the rhymes might drag you from wherever you’ve gone.”

“I’m literally right in front of you,” you were trying to be sassy but it was hard to keep the sadness from your voice. He just looked so done with everything, like he’d lost the will to live. And the fact that it was your fault made you feel even worse.

“Next I brought some food in case you wake up and I’m not here when you do, because I know you won’t eat any of the hospital food. I’ll hide it in the bedside drawer for you.” He looked around him before hiding the food away. “And lastly, I brought a picture of me.”

You laughed loudly, feeling much more pleased by the fact that no one could see or hear you as that meant there was no judgement on the way you snorted. The picture he’d brought was the one that you kept on your phone as a lockscreen, it was him topless and covered in oil. Seb absolutely hated it, but you suppose he was being a little more sympathetic now that you were in a coma.

Once that was placed down facing your body he returned to taking your hand into both of his, he opened up your palm and began to write letters on it. “I talked to your parents, they want to come down but they have to find someone to look after the dog.”

“Fair enough, I doubt the hospital would really like Bobby coming in. He gets way too excitable and chews everything, he’d probably end up chewing a needle.” You’d leaned back on the bed so that you rested on your elbows. In your mind you figured that a one sided conversation would be better than not being able to even see Sebastian, you weren’t sure how long this out of body experience would last and so you’d like to take full advantage while you could.

“The cast send their best wishes, they all wanted to come today but I’ve had a hard enough time getting in myself seen as we’re not married.” He frowned and sent a swift glare towards the door, then he turned back to you and his hand squeezed tighter around yours. “I swear to god Y/N once you wake up we are getting married, I don’t ever want anyone telling me I can’t see you when you’re in this condition again.”

“I’m so sorry,” you reached out to soothe him but quickly recoiled after remembering that your touch would have no effect. So instead you resorted to also sending a glare at the door, maybe one of the nurses would get chills and feel like they are being watched by a ghost.

“You will wake up, won’t you?” He leaned forward and began to press your hand against his lips, he was trying so hard not to break down and cry. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” He confessed, now using your hand to cover his eyes. Though you still couldn’t feel anything, it was obvious he’d begun to cry.

His tears coaxed you to get off the bed and embrace him, he didn’t feel you and you didn’t really feel him. You just knew that you were suppose to feel him and therefore your mind filled in the blanks, “of course I’m going to wake up. How dare you even suggest that I’d leave you, you’re my Sexy Sea Bass.” Though you were trying to remain light hearted the tears that had probably always been behind your eyes began to exit through your eyes, except they didn’t fall down your cheek. Instead they fell down your bodies cheek.

It took him a moment Seb also noticed this and he released an audible gasp as soon as he saw it, “Y/N?! Oh my god, Y/N?!”

“Sir, can you please quiet down.” A nurse abruptly walked in, ruining the very emotional moment for both you and Sebastian.

He stood up and pointed at your face, “she can hear me, she heard what I said and started crying.” The nurse looked between your body and Sebastian before turning around and mumbling something about going to get a proper doctor. Seb seemed unperturbed and on a mission as he rushed to be back by your bedside and holding your hand. “Okay Y/N, you listen to me.”

“Aye aye captain,” you mumbled, feeling rather elated by his newfound glee. Seb was happy, that’s all that mattered.

“You need to hang on for me because I love you and I swear to god the moment you’re able to walk I will be taking you down an aisle, I’m also never letting you drive again. I don’t even care okay I will become your personal taxi.” He kissed you on the lips, repeatedly. So many times that you wondered if he was just doing it so that you’d eventually get the sensation of kissing.

“Oh my god Seb, I love you so much.” More tears fell from your bodies eyes, and he smiled so brightly that it seemed to light up the whole hospital room. The curtains seemed to get their green shade back and the floor wasn’t just grey, it was a dirty white with speckles of colour thrown in to give it a marble-looking effect. And the people in the room weren’t sleeping or staring at nothing to pass the time, they were all dreaming and thinking of miraculous and wonderful things.

anonymous asked:

May i request an established spideytorch, double date with another marvel couple of your choice~

sure thing, anonymous! I sort of want to do a five times thing with this but until I’ve written the other four, here’s one. I haven’t actually been to the Central Park zoo in ages so I’m going half off memory and half off their website:

Johnny knew he was in trouble when Valeria marched herself into the kitchen, grabbed a chair from the table, dragged it over to where he stood at the counter and climbed on top of it to address him.

“One sec, kiddo,” he said, swigging coffee. “Whatever you’re going to say, I’m not caffeinated enough.”

“I’m asking Bentley out on a date,” Val said, and Johnny knocked back the rest of his coffee in one go.

“Okay,” he said. “You’re like, five years old -”

“I’m four and a half,” Val said, wrinkling her nose like Johnny’s the weirdo in the room.

“I’m rounding up,” he said. “Anyway, you, Bentley - little young, don’t you think? Maybe want to wait until you can reach the counter without a chair?”

Val’s stare was withering.

“We’re going to the zoo,” she said. “I want to see the puffins.”

“That’s adorable,” Johnny told her. “There isn’t a memory card your dad can invent that’ll hold all the photos your mom is going to take.”

Val made a gagging noise, sticking out her tongue. “That’s exactly why I wanted to talk to you, Uncle Johnny. I want you to chaperone us.”

Johnny burst out laughing.

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Hunters Life {34}

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Yelling

Words: 2,152

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25 , Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33

Alright guys, this came up a lot faster than I expected, but there is just one more part after this. Can you believe it? I can’t. So yeah, Hunters Life is almost done. Enjoy it while you can. And I know that’s not Dean, but I like the gif, so sue me lol. Love you guys.

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