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Fallout 4: All Companion Swap Dialogues

So here are all the dialogues for swapping companions in Fallout 4, taken from both the game itself and the extracted dialogue files on the other Fallout Wiki. I thought I’d put them here since a lot of them are bugged in my game at least, especially X6′s dialogues. (Cut for length)

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Worlds Away - Ch 1

Originally posted by itschiminie

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Online Dating!AU (Fluff, Angst, Smut)

Word Count: 3.5k

Plot: You met Jimin through your favorite online video game. Finding out that he lived on the other side of the world from you. You both quickly fell for each other, and dealt with the issues that come with online dating. Although, some temptations are too hard to turn away. Especially when your significant other is nowhere near.

You bust through the door of your apartment, if you had swung the door open any harder in your haste you would have torn it off it’s hinges. You threw your keys and bag on the floor in the entryway, and made a beeline for your desk where your laptop had been sitting. 

As you waited for your laptop to awaken, you checked your appearance briefly. Making yourself look as presentable as possible after a long day at work.

You mindlessly drummed your fingers on the desk as the butterflies in your stomach became relentless. You heard the whoosh of Skype opening through the speakers on your laptop and immediately sat up straight, excitement of seeing your long time boyfriend for the first time in a week.

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the ghost in the machine

I have played undertale A LOT. I’ve gone through the game so many times, looking for every little bit of knowledge or secret info that I thought I missed, and what do you know.

please tell me everyone else saw this fucking thing in the true lab

* [puts on tinfoil hat]

i’m willing to bet that’s chara’s soul tbh, AND that it’s powering the CORE.
Human souls don’t vanish on death right? And we can see from the example in game (SPOILERS: azzie) that absorbed/combined souls don’t shatter when UNcombined/let go/freed/ whatever. They’re free to do whatever, unless contained.

Working hypothesis: Chara’s soul did not disappear when Asriel fell down in the garden. Gaster captured and used Chara’s soul to create and/or power the CORE, where Chara’s DT gave the CORE it’s unusual timeline altering abilities (including the power to erase gaster from existence/memory), and the CORE itself kept Chara’s soul dormant, much like the soul containers you see before the battle with Asgore.

( I say that it was gaster and NOT alphys because though the true log files mention the queen leaving, Alphys doesn’t KNOW Toriel, or recognize her on sight. It would keep character interactions consistent, as well as being fully explained within the game’s current canon. I’m not even going to TRY to get into the theory of “mixed authorship” of the logfiles, even though I personally like that theory, because it’s really complicated and I… dont want to look up sources right now. BASICALLY the theory states that the author of the logfiles up til 8? i think? (And seventeen, of course.) were Gaster’s writing, and that after he was retroactively erased from existence Alphys came in as the royal scientist and had to fill in the blanks of what he was working with, cue her inexperience with DT and its extended/slow acting side affects on monster bodies. ANYWAYS……)

This is also how Chara acts as the narrator/flavor text for Frisk, I think. The CORE filled the underground with light, right? They’re literally with you everywhere you go. Frisk’s Determination- the similarity between their souls- is what “woke” chara up initially, while their connection to the ENTIRE UNDERGROUND is why they can tag along with you through your journey. … And it’s also why they can’t follow you when you leave. Their soul is still trapped in the machine. And it’s why they can instigate a TRUE RESET when nobody else can. 

(additionally, and this could just be me rambling: Chara’s soul powering the CORE could provide reason as to why the former six humans could not RESET or SAVE, where you CAN. Chara’s soul was still dormant at the time of the other humans’ passings, and they could not interfere. I mean, they say they only woke up once YOU fell down, so it’s a pretty solid guess. Follow up: They use YOUR determination to save and reset, giving you the power to change fate. You are able to do this Because Chara is helping you. You’re partners. Even in pacifist. ESPECIALLY in pacifist.)

OH!! Another thing I almost forgot to mention. In Hotland, on the “CORE approach” screen, where you see the core in the distance. The music that plays in the background? It’s the same music that you hear at the end of a genocide run when Chara talks to you. It’s a slowed down, distorted heartbeat. 
Might not mean anything, but. :^) It’s pretty unsettling, right? 

Man, what is it with royal scientists and fucking over royal kids?
Chara’s the ghost in the machine, and Asriel’s stuck as a flower. Jesus.
I wonder if that’s why the gaster follower asked if alphys would end up the same way as him…?
That’s pretty chilling.

Empire of Lies

Characters: disabled!sister!Reader, Sam, Dean, Crowley

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Language, possibly bad writing, angst

Word Count: 2170

Prompt:  “ You once said calling me Satan would be an insult to Satan” (Will appear in bold in the fic)

Anonymous Request: Are you willing to write a winchester!sister fanfic with a reader that sits in a wheelchair? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to! I just feel like we’re always a little left behind! Thanks you for your time and all of your awesome fics! :)  (I hope this is okay, nonnie!)

A/N: Heyo! This is my entry for @dreamin-of-somewhere-else 2000 Followers Writing Challenge, congrats on all the followers. My prompt is as listed above^^^. I also decided to make this the start of a series, probably a mini series. The idea actually comes from a request that I got a while back which is also above^^^. I’ve been looking for some way to make it happen, and this idea kinda just came to me. This will also be my first attempt at writing the reader in a wheelchair, so I apologize if it isn’t as accurate as it could be and I hope it doesn’t offend anyone.


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Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

The boys both heard you before they saw you. The click of the motors on your chair echoing down the bunker halls as you turned the corner. You came to a stop, the breaks clicking as you did so. Peering at the contents covering the top of the table, you fold your arms and regard both of your brothers with a cold stare.

“Something you wanna share?” At this point you expect nothing more than the usual shrug that so effortlessly rolls through Dean’s shoulders and the way Sam’s mouth is slightly agape as if he wants to say something, but doesn’t know what.

“Nothing that concerns you, kiddo.” Dean says patting you on the leg before turning his attention back to the file he had been studying.

“Why, because you think I’m incapable of handling it?” You counter not allowing yourself to waver. It had always been this same argument with him, and you were tired of it.

Ever since you were younger, Dean had acted like you couldn’t perform the simplest of tasks without someone holding your hand. Sam hadn’t been as bad, but you could still see the way he always looked at you with worry filled eyes. At first, you figured they were just protecting you, but it eventually just started to feel like they thought you couldn’t do it. That you’d only get in the way, so they just left you behind instead.

It made you feel weak, and useless, and you couldn’t stand it. So, as soon as you found the perfect way to sneak away without either of your brothers noticing, you had begun to make sure that you could defend yourself so that the next time Dean tried to keep you from a case, you’d be ready to prove yourself.

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Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 20 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 2,175

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 21 Part 22  Part 23 Part 24  Part 25  Part 26 Part 27  Part 28 Part 29

“I don’t understand, what do you mean?” You looked at him in confusion, your eyes were wide with worry, you couldn’t seem to process what Chanyeol was saying to you none of it made sense. “You’re telling me you’re not Park Chanyeol?” You took two steps back apprehensively towards the door. He frowned at you deeply, wrinkles creasing his forehead.

“Don’t back away, why are you doing that? Don’t act like I’m a scary different person all of a sudden. I’m not telling you I’m not Park Chanyeol. I’m just telling you that I’m also Lee Chanyeol.”

“You can’t be two fucking people at once Chanyeol, pick one and stick with it!” You protested as you took another step backwards. Then alarm bells began to ring in your head, what if Chanyeol had a split personality and he was really dangerous, didn’t that mean that you had to get Hani, Youngjae and yourself out of that house as quickly as you possibly could?

“For fuck sake Y/N I changed my name would you calm the fuck down.” He hissed as he looked over your shoulder at Hani in the play pen who was staring at you and Chanyeol in perplexity; a low growling coming from her throat. “Stop alarming her and keep your volume down.”
You pouted as you dropped your weight onto the dilapidated sofa behind you.

“I need answers now.”

“I owe you nothing. Now get out.” Chanyeol hissed at you, his eyes were thin slits and he was becoming extremely defensive.

“I am not leaving until I get answers, and if you don’t give them to me, then so help me God I will cause quite the ruckus and stir your sister right the way up. So start talking Lee Chanyeol.” You quoted sarcastically with your fingers. You stared at him intently; for once you were the one burning your eyes into the back of someone’s skull and to be totally honest it felt good in the most sinful way.
Chanyeol swallowed hard as he looked between you and Hani angrily, he could see that you were not backing down anytime soon and so he finally began to speak, ever so slowly and quietly.

“We weren’t born in this country; me, Youngjae or Hani.” He mumbled, looking sheepishly down at you, in his eyes looked as though they were begging you to let him stop but you weren’t willing to grant him his wish. “That’s why our names were originally in the reversed order. Chanyeol Lee, Ten Lee and Hani Lee. But family names come first here so we had to reverse the order… we experienced a traumatic event so that’s when our names changed.”

“What event?” You crossed your hands over your chest.

“Does that really matter?”

“Yes, it matters because I have a right to know who the fuck my friends are and who I’m speaking to everyday.” You were growing impatient now but you were trying desperately hard to keep your temper down for the sake of Hani and her easily changing temperament. Chanyeol let out a loud groan, running his hand through his hair and immediately his face began to crumple, almost as if he were about to cry, his face had turned a crimson red and his body was shaking ever so slightly. “Chanyeol?” You pulled him down beside you now, worried at what you may have said. “I’m sorry if I offended you I just want to know.”

“Have you never heard of the Ten Lee case?” He looked into your eyes, making you feel uncomfortable and guilty; you could see a build up of tears in his waterline. You shook your head lightly; you couldn’t recall hearing about such a case, but Chanyeol was making it seem sinister which couldn’t be a good thing if Youngjae was in fact the true bearer of that name. He sighed as he continued to talk. “It happened around 4 or 5 years ago, well it’s nearly 5 years now…” He swallowed hard as he took a shallow breath. “Ten…Youngjae…one night after choir practice he didn’t come home, at first we assumed he went to the comic store since he’s always been a fan of comics, mum was angry because he didn’t at least tell his choir master to call her and dad and tell them where he was going. But it started to get really late and it was winter so we got really frightened, he was never afraid of the dark but he knew not to stay out around midnight. We went out and started looking for him, knocking on neighbour’s houses to see if anyone had found him, but there was absolutely nothing. He was just….gone.” Chanyeol paused to take a shaky breath, desperately denying the tears to spill from his eyes. “We knew that something was definitely wrong then, so we filed him as missing. It was painful for Hani, but arguably more for me. Ten and I, we were so close… he was my baby brother and…I couldn’t protect him on that day. It happened on a Friday the 13th they always say that’s a day of bad luck.”

“What happened? You placed your hand softly on Chanyeol’s lap. “Where did Youngjae…I mean…Ten, where did Ten go?”
Suddenly Chanyeol’s face changed to an expression of rage. You were assuming that this was the part where it got very messy.

“He was abducted by two bastard High School children.” He banged his fist on the arm of the chair. Hani let out a small whine from the behind you in her play pen, but Chanyeol was past caring at this point he was so riled up that Hani’s whimpers were not going to be what stopped him. “They go by the names Kim Xiumin and Yamada Yuta; they were both 15 at the time. The bastards were convicted and then later released; given new identities. Tell me how the fuck that is fair? They beat Ten to a pulp and left him for fucking dead, they didn’t even tell us where his body was! They deserved to burn and rot.” Chanyeol’s body was shaking violently now, you were shushing him softly but honestly you weren’t sure if that was working or not. “A neighbour found him up the canal that we lived near, somewhere in the bushes, he used to do local fish surveillance every weekend, he said he spotted something weird in the bushes and when he went to check he found my brother…barely alive. He said he don’t know how he survived it, the bruising was…it was horrific.” Chanyeol choked as the tears finally sprang free from his eyes, “I…I couldn’t even recognise Ten…”
You hurriedly pulled him into a hug swaying him back and forth to comfort him and to hide his tears from Hani who was still looking intently at the both of you.

“Chanyeol, I’m so sorry.” You breathed into his neck. “I had no clue I’m so so sorry.”

“I’m not finished.” He spluttered as he slowly pulled himself away from your body so that he could continue to tell his story. “He was out cold. In a coma; the coma lasted 2 years Y/N. We relocated to this small house whilst we waited for him to wake but he stayed on the support machine for what felt like a lifetime. In the meantime we had our identities changed, I requested it, if it meant we could move on properly so I decided that me and Hani would have a different surname whilst I completely remodelled Ten’s entire name. But they got tired of waiting; my parents. They argued that it was too much for them so they just left one day, they just…never came back.” He frowned deeply as if the taste of something sour had been lingering in his mouth. “I got a job, looked after Hani and patiently waited for Youngjae to wake. They threatened to turn the machine off at one point but I refused. I wouldn’t let them take away any chance I had of getting my brother back. When he woke I was overjoyed, but he had lost a large majority of his memory, he remembered me and Hani being is siblings, mum and dad, the games we used to play when he was younger but he doesn’t remember specific things and he doesn’t remember the incident either…I’m glad he doesn’t I would hate to see him relive that every day. When he went missing again…” Chanyeol’s voice went shaky.

“It’s okay Chanyeol, he’s back and he’s safe now and that’s all that matters.” You allowed your hands to softly glide over his shoulders as you gave him a light smile. “That’s over now.”

“I had his age remodelled too.” Chanyeol breathed.


“Youngjae…He’s not really 14, he should be 17…he is 17. He’s just lucky he’s kind of small for his age so it kind of fits well. He missed out on a whole two years of schooling; two years of life and he needed those two years so I had them push his age back so he could go back to school.”
Your eyes widened slightly, now that you thought about his voice was quite deeper than the average 14 year old and it made your body shiver, you were guessing that he could just pass himself off as an early bloomer.

“Does Youngjae know about any of this?” You asked Chanyeol.

“No.” He shook his head. “Just me, my parents Hani, you and the fucking bastards that did this shit to him. My parents never let me see the newspapers, any of the articles, the televised news. Nothing. They wanted to keep me as far away from the truth as possible, they wanted to save me from seeing those boys faces because they believed it would bring me nightmares, especially the one named Yuta, he was reportedly the scarier looking one out of the two boys. The Ten Lee story is deep in the archives now, it’s pretty much impossible to find, I tried finding it last year but I couldn’t which was probably for the best. So instead I focused my attention on really trying to be a better father figure to Hani and Youngjae because that’s what they need and I’m so thankful for Rozz and Minseok for helping me throughout the way. I couldn’t keep searching for those two bastards for the rest of my life. I never saw the photo’s of the boys and I’m glad that my parents didn’t let me because hand on heart I know that if I saw one of them now I’d kill them.” He sneered, saliva spraying from his mouth as he spoke harshly at you.

“I’d rip a sharp blade through their chests and kill them slowly and painfully one by one down by that fucking canal. And I’d be proud of myself too.”

Minseok’s P.O.V.

Minseok sat on his bed holding his chest as he was breathing heavily in and out. He was sure he was hyperventilating. Park Youngjae was Ten Lee.
Chanyeol’s brother was Ten Lee.

He was shaken to the core, lost for words as he stared into the dark nothingness surrounding him, all he could hear was the buzz of his thoughts, his heavy breathing and the screams of Ten all those years ago.
The screams of Youngjae.

How could he ever forget such a blood curdling cry? He was shocked to say the least at the fact that Ten was still alive, but if he had known he was the brother of Park Chanyeol he would never have befriended him in the first place. In fact he would have moved schools. But what baffled him more than anything was how unresponsive Youngjae was to him, did he not recognise his face? Minseok was shaking in his place as he sat there thinking of the boys face and now that he thought about it he did look really similar to Chanyeol. On one hand he was glad that Ten was still alive, he could rest easily now knowing he wasn’t dead but on the other hand he was terrified with what would happen next, surely this wasn’t the end of it all. Not if Reiji had anything to do with it.
He thought back to what Reiji said to him the other day; his eyes widening as he remembered. He quickly rushed up from his bed and ran towards his phone on the desk in front of him, clicking on his and Reiji’s old chat.

‘Minseok : Just leave him alone, leaving them alone. Leave Jongdae and his girl alone. Leave Chanyeol and his family alone, what the fuck did he ever do to you?

Reiji: Oh nothing, I just seem to have an addiction with coming back to the same people over and over…’

And now it had made sense as to why he had kidnapped Youngjae.

“Oh no.” Minseok whispered as he started to panic in his room, quickly becoming dizzy.
“No no…”

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Hacker (Peter X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of cheating.

Request: Can you do one where the reader is dating Peter and she’s a hacker who sells information to support herself (her parents are gone) and she knows Peter is Spider-Man and he somehow finds out who she is?

Originally posted by manny-mellark

You were a secretive person. You had been for the majority of your life. People only knew the basics about you, like your name and age. But your wardrobe was overflowing with skeletons, and you were surprised that not one had been found out yet.

You even kept secrets from your boyfriend, Peter.

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anonymous asked:

So... scully is not Mulder's "type"? What about Mulder? Is he her type?

Hooooo boy.  This is an interesting question, Anon, so forgive my long-winded diatribe complete with photos, but this topic fascinates me because Scully’s romantic history was written mostly by men, and therefore very BADLY.  So in answering this question I’m going to rely largely on canon, but also the more fleshed-out, three-dimensional Scully I’ve come to know through fanfiction and fanon as well.  

As far as Scully’s physical type goes, I’m guessing Fox Mulder breaks the mold, and we have a few men to compare him to that supports that assertion.  Here are the men we KNOW she was romantically involved with:

Ethan Minette (Scully’s boyfriend in the Pilot who was eventually written out):

Jack Willis (one of Scully’s instructors at the FBI Academy):

Daniel Waterston (One of Scully’s professors while she was in medical school):

Notable mentions go to Rob (the father of a child who Scully agreed to go on a date with and whom she presumably met while at her godson’s birthday party in The Jersey Devil):

Ed Jerse (who she agreed to go on a date with because she was presumably attracted to him, and who wouldn’t be):

And Sheriff Lucius Hartwell (who admittedly was a vampire, so Scully may have been affected by him because vampires are supposed to be “charming” and “seductive” but I kinda have a thing for Luke Wilson so I’m gonna include him for funsies):

I don’t think I’m forgetting anybody (and I’m deliberately leaving out Phillip Padgett because I don’t think Scully was attracted to him.  Fight me.).  There’s an argument to be made that Scully was also eventually attracted to Walter Skinner, John Doggett, and/or Monica Reyes, but that’s a post for another day.

So, let’s be real, most of the guys pictured above are not the GQ models that this guy is:

Originally posted by spookyymulder

HOWEVER, emotionally and mentally, Mulder abso-freaking-lutely fits the mold for Men Dana Scully Falls For.  Scully has a lot of Daddy Issues, as evidenced by what little we saw of the Ahab/Starbuck relationship in Beyond the Sea and One Breath, and I think that that manifests itself, as it often does, in the relationships she cultivates with the other men in her life.  Scully tends to be attracted to men in positions of power who can be domineering and overbearing.  Scully eventually ends up rebelling against these men because inevitably they think they know better than she does what’s best for her.  

We see that play out with Mulder, too, because he’s an authority figure (as the Agent who runs the X-Files division), he’s brilliant, he’s driven, and he’s passionate.  He also has a tendency to act alone (read: ditch her) or to keep things from her because he believes it to be in her best interest to do so (See: End Game, Emily, Per Manum).  He’s protecting her.  Keep in mind, Mulder is also working through his own family history by trying to save every woman he comes into contact with because of his own issues with Samantha, but again, another post for another day.

Where Mulder differs from all of her previous relationships, however, is that he respects Scully enough to let her make her own decisions, to be her own person.  He pushes her, it’s true, but he pushes her to be better, to do better, to think outside the rigid little boxes she compartmentalizes her life into, and he does so in a way that she finds challenging, if not exasperating.  He teaches her to wonder at the mysteries of the universe, not just to explain them away.  

Is Mulder Scully’s type?  I think the argument can be made that yes, he is, and no, he isn’t.  He might not be what she thought she always wanted, but he became what she never knew she needed.  

booksgivemelifeiswear  asked:

Congrats on the 1k!! I love your writing so much (I can't believe we are mutuals!!) I love the dynamic between Andrew and Wymack so can you write Wymack helping Andrew through some bad days before Neil got into Palmetto?

I’m so, so, so sorry. Tumblr’s notifications come in one every three in a lucky day, apparently ^^” That said, I loved this prompt! Wymack’s the best and his relationship with Andrew is freaking adorable!
I took a page out of Nora’s books, quite literally, where Andrew says coach sold the gun after he kept breaking in…

As far as signing season went, Wymack was used to shit going down. With the kids he recruited it was no surprise, and since he actively searched for them willingly he wasn’t even allowed to complain. Which sucked some serious balls, just to say.

So Wymack pulled another late night discussing with the board about how he left to recruit a player and came back having offered a full scholarship to three. Who cared? It’s not like he had an overabundance of players. He could do with a couple back-liners, Minyard was good and even if Hemmick was rusty Matt could hold his ground like a pro. It would work, so fuck everybody.

He was so tired he didn’t even notice anything wrong until he was already in his bedroom to get changed into something less stuffy than shirt and necktie. There was a rustling sound from his kitchen, a thud and the tingling of some bottles, and David was no idiot enough to believe it was the wind.

There was a gun in his bedside table. He’d had it since he left his mother’s hospital bed, when there was a talk about his father getting out of jail and maybe coming after him. The asshole lost a prison fight before he could make true to his threats, but David had already started building on his dream of second chances and Exy and he kept the weapon, just in case.

Now, he held it in his hands, steady, finger off the trigger until he was sure about what was going on, and he walked slowly down the corridor of his minuscule flat. The sound seemed to come from the living room and after a moment he located it at his liquors cabin.

What a fucker.

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Pairing: Steve reader

Summary: the avengers were being troubled by a vigilante; you. they had been trying to catch you for a while, but had failed in every attempt. You finally decided to end this game by confronting the handsome star-spangled man.

A/N: and I finally wrote something. Please ignore any errors, I’m sleep deprived and have a whole lot of stuff to do. this is an introductory part, it will be kind of steamy, flirty series. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): none! (how is this possible!?)

Word Count: 1504


Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Tony frowned as another report about the so called ‘hero’ was handed over to him. he read it and sighed. they didn’t mind your help, anything to help save the world was welcomed. but they were still dubious about letting you continue doing so alone. After all, they couldn’t have blind faith in you and sit their believing that you won’t ever cause any harm.

‘it’s her again, isn’t it?’ Steve asked tony as he entered the common room.

‘yup, our new saviour!’ he waved the report at him. Steve took the report and gave it a quick read.

‘we really have to find her. it’s getting a little out of hand.’ he said as he placed the file on the table.

‘a little? On that last mission, she flew right past me with a wink and sent me flying back with her powers!’ he waved his hand in the air. Steve tried to hide his smile as the memory of tony spinning in the air helplessly popped in his mind. ‘I know you’re laughing, cap.’

‘I’m sorry. well, you don’t have to worry about it now,’ he kept a hand on his shoulder. ‘Clint and I are going to make this bust at a warehouse today, I bet she’ll be there.’

‘well, she better be. And can you do me a favour?’ he asked and steve nodded. ‘rip off that bandana of hers from her mouth and burn it in front of her.’ Tony said and he rolled his eyes.

‘come on, tony. You shouldn’t have tried to touch it at the first place.’ Steve said

‘yeah, yeah. Just go bring her here.’ He said before Steve left.

Clint and Steve were crouched near the window of the old warehouse. they stayed in the position without moving an inch, watching the gang members as they loaded their supplies. Steve was growing impatient every minute, he was growing tired of not being able to catch you. being captain America and a former soldier, he was getting very frustrated not being able to complete his mission.

Clint rubbed his arms as the chilly wind blew past him. ‘I am getting really tired of this whole cat mouse thing we have going on with this girl.’ He said getting up.

‘yeah, it’s driving me crazy! Whenever she gets out of my hand I feel so..’ he looked for a better word to describe his anger and frustration but couldn’t find one.

‘useless and frustrated?’ someone suggested.

‘yeah.’ he nodded. they both swivelled quickly as they recognized your voice.

‘you!’ Clint pointed and lunged at you but you dodged him effortlessly.

‘yes, it’s me.’ you grinned but they couldn’t see it because of the bandana tied across your face. ‘hello, darlings. Did you miss me?’ you said in a shrill, flirty voice.

‘oh, more than you think.’ Steve quirked his brows.

‘well, I sort of have that effect on people.’ you said before taking off. ‘I think we can continue this chatter after doing some work.’ They heard your voice from a distance.

‘can I shoot an arrow at her?’ Clint looked at Steve.

‘no, we want her alive.’ he took out his shield.

‘not even a little bit?’ he looked at him before jumping through the window.

It took you minutes to clear the base. it never really took you much time with your telekinetic abilities, super strength and power of flight, it was a piece of cake. You tied the last guy with the pole and faced Steve and Clint.

 ‘you’re welcome.’ You bowed. ‘seems like you’ve got everyone you need, I guess I’ll leave.’ you were about to take off before Steve stopped you.

‘no, not everyone. We need you to come with us.’ Steve said with a tone of authority.

‘oh, and what makes you think I’ll do that?’ you crossed your arms. You flew near him, your face inches from him and your heights equal as you levitated.

‘we have a good opportunity for you, you can help without being a nuisance that way.’ Clint said.

‘well,’ you locked eyes with Steve and he gulped slightly. ‘the offer surely is tempting.’

‘so, you’re coming?’ Steve asked.

‘hmm,’ you pretended to think. ‘on one condition.’ You looked at Clint and then back at Steve.

‘what?’ Clint asked.

‘I’ll be here for five more minutes,’ you said.

‘and?’ Steve quirked a brow.

‘and if you’re able to find me, I’ll be very happy to come with you.’ you smiled.

‘oh god, why…?’ Clint pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘oh well,’ you looked at Clint and back at Steve. You grabbed Steve by the neck of his suit and whispered in his ear. ‘catch me if you can.’ You winked at him and left.

‘alright, let’s get this over with.’ Clint clapped his hands and set out to find you.

‘yeah.’ Steve snapped out from his thoughts and followed him.

Steve was looking in the basement area while Clint searched for you on the upper floor. Steve was determined to find you, it had been too long, he never left a mission or task incomplete. He wasn’t in the mood to let you slip this time too. He sighed as he looked around the storage room, it was filled with old furniture and all kinds of rubbish.

‘I am really tired of playing this hide and seek!’ he finally called out. ‘why do you have to do this!?’ he spoke out loud but received no response. He puffed his cheeks before walking deeper into the room. the place got darker and colder as he made his way in. A certain eerie feeling seemed to have settled in.

‘is she trying to murder me?’ he muttered to himself.

You sidled up to his side and he jumped back a little.‘I would never kill you, you’re Captain America.

‘good god!’ he kept a hand on his chest. ‘okay,’ he straightened up. ‘now, according to your condition, as I’ve found you, you’ll have to come with us.’

‘technically,’ you moved closer to him. ‘I found you.’ you pointed at him and he rolled his eyes.

‘I don’t care! Come with me now.’ He tried to grab your hand but you pinned him to the wall. ‘what the-? What are you doing?’ he tried to get out of your grip but you were stronger than him.

‘try as much you want, darlin’. Super strength.’ You tightened your grip to demonstrate. ‘so, why do you guys want me to join the freak show?’ you asked.

‘so that you can help in the proper way, use your powers for good.’ He said without a line of worry on his forehead. If there was anything he had learned after all these years, it was to keep his calm in such situations.

‘I think we can talk about that, I would like talk to one of you first. I can’t reveal my identity just yet.’ You said and he gave you a confused look.

‘and you would want that person to be…?’ he asked.

‘the man I have in a compromising position.’ You said and he could hear the grin in your voice. ‘alright, tomorrow, 7 pm, at this address.’ You handed him a neatly folded piece of paper. ‘don’t keep me waiting.’

‘I won’t. can you leave me now?’ he tried to wiggle out of your grip.

‘oh yeah, sure.’ You let him go and he rubbed his wrists.

‘you’re strong, you can fly and you have telekinetic abilities.’ He looked at you.

‘yup, I’ve got the perfect package don’t you think?’ you asked and he chuckled in response.

‘you gonna take that off?’ he pointed at your bandana.

‘you have to be patient for such things, love.’ You winked and he felt his stomach flip. Was he attracted to you? it couldn’t be, he didn’t even know you that well he couldn’t…

He cleared his throat and shook off all those thoughts. ‘so, I guess I’ll meet you tomorrow.’

‘you bet.’ You pointed at him and began to walk in the direction of the exit. ‘oh, I almost forgot.’ You quickly kissed his cheek. ‘thanks for throwing your Frisbee thingy at that guy.’ You said before leaving.

‘you’re… welcome.’ He breathed and kept a hand on his cheek. ‘and hey! It’s not a Frisbee!’ he called out and received your laughter in response. ‘that’s a cute laugh.’ He thought. He leaned against the wall with a faint smile. he was liking where this was going.

‘hey Steve!’ Clint shouted.

‘what!?’ Steve shouted back.

‘you found her?’ he asked making his way into the basement.

‘yup, more than that actually. She’s willing to talk.’ He waved the piece of paper at him.

‘good, let’s get going.’ Clint pointed in the direction of the exit and he nodded.

Steve couldn’t help but think about you. it was your images that filled his mind. he couldn’t wait to see you again. It was going to be a long night before a day full of surprises.

Your Sister My Lover

Imagine being Selina Kyle’s sister not knowing she Catwoman and being engaged to Bruce knowing that he was Batman.

Relationship: Family and Lover

Fandom: DC

Character: Selina and Bruce

You and your sister Selina always tried to put each other first, Selina did a better job at it since she could pickpocket. You on the other hands stuck to tricking tourist out of their money with your unwinnable games. Both went to a horrible public school on the east end of Gotham. Working hard you both graduated top of your class and went to college. You worked at nights and saved up money for school. Your boss a sweet man allowed you to live in an apartment above the diner for half price. Selina would often crash at your place and helped pay the bills when she did. You never knew where she got her money but you guessed still from pickpocketing. Once you got a degree you just application for every major company in Gotham and even out of Gotham. Wayne Inc. quickly scooped you up, you started from the bottom but soon climb to the top. That was how you met the love of your life, Bruce Wayne.

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It’s Magic

Summary: Dean and the reader’s son gets into a fist fight over Santa Claus.

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1,476

Jenn’s Christmas Prompts & Gifs Challenge @avasmommy224 

“It’s starting.” You immediately blurt out when your husband answers your phone call.

“Do I wanna know?” Dean asks wearily.

“I just got a call from your son’s school. He got into a fist fight. My little baby is now getting into fights! What the fuck?”

“A fight? Shit. Did they say what happened?”

“No. They want us to meet with the principal. I’m on my way to the school now.“ You sigh heavily tightening your grip on the steering wheel. Of all the friggin things that could’ve happened today, you definitely did not expect this bullshit.

“Sammy’s here so I can leave. I’ll see you there, sweetheart.” 

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a/n: This is a quick idea I had and needed to get out of my system, there will be a second part so dont worry too much

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Warnings: Just Boomer getting a little too handsy, basically he goes to a dinner party and flirts with Luce, a girl he probably shouldn’t be flirting with…

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 2,163

1. The Party

“Finally,” Anita sighed as Luce pushed through the screen door, her arms full with a bag of groceries.

“I bought all the spaghetti they had at the store,” Luce stated as she set the shopping bag on the table. She reached into the brown paper, pulling out a large can of Guinness and crossed to the living room, handing it off to her uncle who occupied the recliner in the corner, his old hound dog curled up at his feet. He was a bitter old man but the one thing that made him smile without fail, was a cold beer.

“You’re a God send,” he stated, cracking the seal and taking a drink.

“No problem, Manny,” Luce replied with a smile. Though she referred to the man as her uncle they were not technically related. “Guess who I ran into on the way back,” she began, returning to the kitchen to empty the rest of the shopping bag’s contents.

“Big Foot,” Her sister-in-law replied. It was obvious by Anita’s tone that she had no patience for Luce, preoccupied with slicing tomatoes.

“Remember last week, Eddie was talking about meeting that guy from Australia at the bar?” Luce leaned against the counter as she spoke, “I met them on my way home.”

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lephrasia  asked:

Heeeeya! What if the RFA + Minor Trio were cursed again? But this time they turned into an animal!

***You just love this curse stuff lololol – gonna focus on what they choose to do as animals, there won’t be an MC involved in this as I’m focusing on the canon characters.

My apologies for taking so long to answer asks by the way everyone. I have around 26 currently and am in the process of moving states this month, but will just keep writing as long as you all don’t mind having to wait for your answers. ;3 You will get your ask answered unless I message you saying otherwise. Still first come first serve unless you’re a patron.

Character breakdown: Good ending canon characters, Secret ending 02 Saeran, V, my version of Vanderwood as seen in my Vanderwood Backstory Fanfiction***

Seven: Ferret

This little shit is just perfect as a ferret. Honestly, he loves it. Seven finds everything he likes in the house and just, hides it under the couch. Vanderwood keeps chasing him, but doesn’t want to step on or accidentally crush him, so Seven keeps managing to get in and out of the couch pretty easily for a good while before Vanderwood waits on top of the couch with a plastic tub and plops it down on top of the red little creature. It’s a tight fit when the curse wears off, but Vanderwood lets him sit in there until he can get all the HBC bags, socks, and other little trinkets out from underneath the couch and in their proper places. “You sit in there and think about what you did.”

Saeran: Ferret

Honestly thought it was really funny to sit and watch Vanderwood messing around with trying to catch his brother as a ferret. Whatever this curse was, it was Hell of funny. At least until it happened to him. He changed right after Seven had been released, and boy, did his brother run right for him. “Omg you look so cute! Let me pet you!” Oh. God. As much as it had taken him a long time to warm up to Vanderwood after the whole ‘kidnapped and almost killed’ thing, Saeran ran right for the ex-agent and right up his leg and onto his shoulder. That was the safest spot if you were trying to escape Seven. Meanwhile, Vanderwood would have run away or brushed the guy…ferret…guy…off, but he didn’t want to end up crushing him either, especially with how little Saeran could handle being around him already. Vanderwood had to reach out and shove his hand against Seven’s forehead as the redhead tried to grab at the ferret on the brunet’s shoulder. Saeran stayed there for protection until his own curse wore off, and he just sort of flopped on Vanderwood who now shoved him off. At least he’d been saved from torture by Seven.

Vanderwood: Bear

Not a minute after shoving the other brother off himself, lamenting how he felt like he was raising small children, Vanderwood sighed and…growled. What? Oh shit, was he a fucking bear? A massive bear. Well. This was a good time for payback, wasn’t it? He was much more terrifying than a tiny little ferret. Vanderwood raised his head slowly to glare right at Seven before standing on his hind paws and letting out another growl. The redhead’s eyes were so wide, Vanderwood couldn’t help but to snort even in bear form. He completely ignored Saeran and chased Seven around until he finally turned back into himself, on all fours, quickly standing and brushing himself off, straightening his jacket and fixing his gloves. “That’ll teach you, dumbass.”

Jumin: Dog

There seemed to be a curse making its rounds through the RFA. It had started with Seven’s household, supposedly, but everyone, himself included, thought the redhead was just kidding. At least Jumin thought it was a joke until his precious Elizabeth the 3rd wouldn’t get anywhere near him. He had a snout and a bark. The soft tone he’d tried to use to ask his cat why she didn’t want to be pet had been a growl, and now, she was cowering in the corner as he just sat there looking at her sadly. This was an injustice. Why would he even turn into a dog? Clearly, he was a much more dignified animal. Once he finally changed back, his first objective was to console his cat, and that would be followed by him researching whatever had caused this curse, so he could file a suit for changing him into the wrong animal.

Yoosung: Cheetah

So much anxiety. Even more than usual. Yoosung’s body was shaking uncontrollably. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t stop worrying about every little tiny thing. As soon as he saw his paws though, he understood. As a vet student, he was fascinated by all animals and would read about them, so he knew that cheetahs were the most nervous animal on the planet. In fact, if it weren’t for human intervention, they would have gone instinct because they’re too anxious to even mate. Mate? Why would he even think about that, because now he was even more freaked out. Yoosung paced back and forth in his living room, just waiting for it to end. Eventually, he passed out from exhaustion, waking up as his normal self the next morning. That was the biggest relief of his life.

Jaehee: Bunny

Seven had to have made some sort of deal with Jumin to get him to agree to play along with this game. Yoosung was probably just agreeing to the prank because it wasn’t on him this time. Jaehee was setting up for another day at the café before she just…was incredibly small. What? This was not good! How was she supposed to do her work as a…a rabbit? What even? The rest of the day she got her employees to do what she needed by leaning on them or nuzzling them with her nose. Occasionally, she’d use her ears to point towards things. Once the curse wore off, she was curled up on the floor and jumped up so fast, brushing herself off with a massive blush on her face. That had been so undignified. The others hadn’t been lying after all.

Zen: Unicorn

So it had all been a joke to him until even Jaehee was in on it. There was no way she would ever agree to any prank made by Seven. She hated his jokes and pranks. Zen was incredibly nervous now. He didn’t believe in this kind of thing, but clearly something was going on. The albino was pacing his half-underground apartment when suddenly he heard clops? Clops? Oh god was he just a simple horse!? The knight in shining armor becomes the noble steed? Oh, the irony! Zen was terrified to look in the mirror and see his beautiful face transfigured, but then once he looked. Oh, my. He was a unicorn? Of course he was a unicorn. What a silly question. Zen was gorgeous no matter what curse fell upon him. Still, he wouldn’t be able to share this beauty with the outside world until he changed back, for fear of being captured and kept for his gorgeousness, so he decided to just brag about it for days to the others.

V/Jihyun: Bat

What exactly had he come back to? That wasn’t just a question because he was confused by what the others were talking about but also because he could just barely see out of his left eye now. Thank goodness for text to speech, but also, oh lord, text to speak. Were they all really talking about having been turned into animals? V sighed and then. What? The sound had bounced back at him in a way that…he knew exactly where the table in front of him was. That was not a normal human experience. Animals, huh? V decided to give ‘flying’ a try, taking a guess that he’d turned into a bat, and he had because now he was flying around the room, using his voice to travel around. This was so much easier than a cane; it was so much freer. He felt happy for the first time in a long time, and then he came crashing down, back in his human form. Oh well…All good things had to come to an end at some point.

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Falling Away

Written for @leiascully‘s XFWritingChallenge Prompt: Resentment.
Slightly NSFW.

The desk was just one of the symbols. The missing nameplate on the door. There were countless others, too. The assumption by those they met in the field that they must be fucking, and good on him. The reports he never wrote. His martyrdom to whatever cause or conspiracy he was chasing that week left her trailing in his arrogant wake with her rationalisations, her science and her questions that sometimes bordered on petty.

And then Diana had placed herself in his line of sight with a motive that was at best dubious and at worst devious. Scully’s resentment of Diana and of Mulder’s trust in her was stretched and thinned so that it shone with a brilliance that sometimes blinded her better judgement.

Sometimes Mulder’s ignorance to the facts astounded her. For six years she had been sceptic to his believer, scientist to his dreamer, brought logic to his theories. He’d told her not so long ago that he needed her, that she made him a whole person. Now, she felt like a shadow.

           She packed her bag with a deal of reluctance. Heading to California to play house with Mulder was not exactly the optimal way to start back on The X Files.

“The Falls has consistently been voted…”

“I read the brief too, Mulder.”

“This case, Scully. It’s like for trainee agents. Kersh was a fuckwit, but I don’t get why we’re being given shit like this.”

“It’s better than the piles of doo-doo we were investigating, Mulder. Just enjoy the fact that this case has unusual hallmarks and we have been given an opportunity to investigate the festering underbelly of middle America, instead of festering piles of manure. It smells a whole lot better from my perspective.”

“It’s still crap, Scully.”

“You’d better not sulk for this whole time, Mulder.”

“Sulk? I think you’ve mistaken me for the other partner.”

“What?” It sounded snarkier than she intended. He turned his chin slightly, enjoying his little victory.

“When we disagree, you get this righteous look of indignation and you give me the silent treatment.”

“Mulder, I am not a teenaged girl. If I disagree with you, and let’s face it, there have been a multitude of times where we have debated a point, I will listen to your argument and offer my own. I do not sulk.”

“Sure. Fine. Whatever.”

He flexed his fingers over the steering wheel and she saw him quirk a smile into the mirror on his visor. She pressed her forehead against the window and watched life on the outside blend and haze.

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anonymous asked:

Based on your posts, you really want Season 11 to happen. Any thoughts on how it should play out?

Okay, Anon I hope you are ready. You are in for a ride. This is definitely too much to ask for, so let’s just state the fact, that these are my crazy wishes and not my rational demands.😂😂😂 

Writers: Frank Spotnitz, Darin Morgan, Vince Gilligan, Glen Morgan, James Wong. Also, I want a woman writer/director! Rob Bowman should direct at least one episode. Chris Carter is only executive producer!!! He cannot write anything. ANYTHING. For reasons…

Sveta: I have alien DNA. For sure.

Scully: Have you had a doctor confirm that?

Sveta: No.

My Struggle, written by Chris Carter

Anne Simon stays out of this season ‘cause honestly I ain’t scientist but I’m pretty sure this can be done better than season10 was. (And her tweets make me go insane…)

Now, about the stories; I really think that - if there is a news season - it will be the last season. We will see Mulder and Scully for 10 more episodes and then we have to say goodbye. This is how I would prefer to do that:

*I just realised that most of my ramblings are against how CC wrote Season 10. so basically if he will not write, many of these things shouldn’t even come up. Cause the other three episodes from Season 10 were solid….But here we go!* 

We need no Miller or Einstein or whoever else they think should steal screentime from  Mulder and Scully. NO THANK YOU. I’m waiting here patiently, being supportive for decades and it’s not for you to introduce me to new characters. It’s for you to finally give me what I’m waiting for, for what it seems centuries. 

We bring down Mulder and Scully from that damn bridge. No one is being abducted, because that’s just lame, we’ve been there, done that. *Okay, if you really want anyone to be taken by aliens, CSM is good to go. He is dead anyway and we don’t need him*

Scully saves Mulder’s life, they reunite with their son and the plot will make sense. Yes, it is absolutely doable, this fandom’s greatests already came up with scenarios and wrote stories of the ‘How to continue this mess CC left behind’ part.

I need a very solid explanation on why Reyes was working for CSM. She cannot be remembered like this. Her character is so much more and I need an explanation of why she did what she did. Obviously, she was given no choice. Maybe she works for CSM because of William. Give me something good.

More Skinner, Poor guy was barely in the new season. Give him more interactions with his agents. He’s been with them long enough to give him some cool plot-lines.

Could we maybe bring back The Lone Gunmen somehow? They deserved so much better and I want them back and alive. I want them to visit Mulder and Scully in their cute countryside house. They would totally geek out with William and teach him ‘cool stuff’ while Scully would be watching them, smiling and rolling her eyes.

Originally posted by omegalevel

Mulder and Scully are definitely not estranged and they have a big conversation about their past, (Flashbacks) present and future. It can be done with William being there, and asking questions and later on they continue just the two of them. Preferably on the porch of the Unremarkable House. William could be playing with Daggoo. 

We’ve been ripped off of so many great and important MSR scenes and I want to see them. (At least some of them) 

  • Scully’s cancer is in remission conversation
  • The whole IVF plot
  • When Scully tells Mulder that the little tiny being growing in her belly is his baby, it’s his son. They made him together, it’s their miracle what they were waiting for… 
  • Mulder finding Scully and William, bringing them to the hospital. The three days they spent as family, and the conversation of Mulder going into hiding 
  • Scully - no, not Skinner, damn it - has to tell Mulder that she gave William up  
  • When they working through all the shit while being on the run after so many horrible things happening to them
  • When they finally buy the house, whey they move in
  • When they are happy and just adorable, casual Mulder and Scully. Cause, guess what CC, you can write these scenes without them being boring. I mean, not you. But someone else….

I want Gillian and David to play these scenes and I wanna die while I’m watching them. Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny are great actors. You know they will bring their A+ game, given the chance! Let them shine. 

Originally posted by mulderscullyromance

Let them do a brilliant job with brilliantly written scripts. Give them the opportunity to show off their talent. Give them the humour, give them the drama, give them the creepy cases, give them their dynamics. Embrace their skills, their strength and use that chemistry!

Listen to them and let them have a word in what is right or wrong to their characters. If they want to touch or kiss on the cheek, you should bloody let them do just that!


*I’m sorry but just like Jimmy Kimmel said: “You two, should have sex. You should. It’s been like 24 years, everyone knows.”*

And one last thing: 

I really really want David Duchovny to write and direct the last episode. When I say goodbye to Mulder, Scully, William and Daggoo I want it to be a proper goodbye. And if there is one thing I learnt during these years while being a shipper and a fangirl of this show, is that: 

No one knows better, writes better, understands better these characters than David Duchovny. He writes Dana Scully & Fox Mulder in such a unique way like no one else can. And I am so here for it. I’m so here for how David imagines the end of their stories. I trust him more than anyone else with the series finale of The X-files.

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*Of course, if it is ‘only’ a season finale, that is totally fine, too*

WTF is an Animorph?

Book 1: The Invasion

If this little experiment had a subtitle, it would probably be “never joke about offering to read something that was a touchstone for someone else’s childhood, because sometimes next thing you know you have a gigantic box of 50-odd books in your living room, and a bunch of people on Twitter egging you on to make terrible life choices.”

Which is to say: a few weeks ago I mentioned offhandedly that I do not hold with generational stereotyping nonsense, I love and cherish my millennial friends (who are only very slightly younger than I am, mostly, I’m more or less The Last GenXer born before the generational cutoff), but the one thing that puzzles me about them is how they all have these Deep and Important Feelings about the Animorphs.  Whereas my feelings on the topic are, to date, simply this: WTF IS AN ANIMORPH?

Here is what I know about Animorphs:

  • They are kids (teens?) who can change into animals.  
  • I have a vague sense that they have to have some form of contact with the animal, like, they can’t just morph into any random animal they see a picture of in National Geographic, but I might be wrong about that.
  • The books are about war, or something of the sort?  Something Important and Serious disguised as a children’s book about shapeshifters
  • There are a lot of them
  • They are VERY IMPORTANT to a lot of people I am very fond of.
  • Every time one of these people tries to describe the plot of an Animorphs book to me, it just sounds like they’re fucking with me, and I’m still not sure they’re not.

But now I have a box of Animorphs books, fetched by a friend from her parents’ basement and hand-delivered to me.  And I’ve promised to read and liveblog at least three.  (I’ve made no promises about the rest of this giant box of books. We’ll see how I feel after these three.)

So, here we go.  Let’s launch into book one: The Invasion.  Chapter One recap underneath the cut.

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okay guys here’s a 2k word preview of scene two of vegas lights


“Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.”

- Victoria Schwab, Vicious.

Neil didn’t care much for new starts; after spending half his life on the run the concept had become mandatory, and like all routines it quickly lost its effect. What he didn’t trust was stillness, the absence of movement, the confinement of being in one place, one room. And as three months had passed since he lost contact with his mother and was caught, turned in to the Ravens for training, it was time to be cleared for recruitment.

As the elevator descended to where he assumed was the basement—for the grey zones in Evermore were forbidden to gang members—he sorted through the worst-case scenarios: a blade’s point; a forceful fist; a gunshot. He could deal with the not-knowing on the streets, but in a boxed space with no escape, he was unable to calculate his odds of survival.

Neil tracked the red numbers above the doors: 5 giving way to 4 giving way to 3. He shivered, sharp and sudden, at the dawning realisation that he was unarmed, unable to flee.

For an instant, he met his reflection’s gaze in the mirror, and saw another version of himself behind the blue eyes, one who belonged to a more nurturing world, a softer life. But that Neil had never existed, not really, children didn’t grow up the way they’re supposed to in the middle of a crime scene.

A chime, and he looked up to see the red-stained zero. He fought for air, for order, but the metal doors slid open. He braced himself for what was beyond, for a firing squad or a prison cell, for a weapon or any sudden movements. But he found himself at the mouth of a dimly-lit corridor, and just when he let out a breath, the door opposite opened to reveal a tall silhouette distorted by glaring white lights behind.

“Our dear Nathaniel,” said a male’s voice, and Neil’s blood ran cold at the mention of his birth name. “Your presence wasn’t scheduled for another twenty minutes.” The silhouette stepped forward, resolving into a tall, unmistakable man: Jackson, one of Neil’s father’s men. “Eager to get started, are we?”

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Ayyyyyyyy so here’s the first comic/fanfic for the Ajin MP100 AU! Jfc this is literally the first real fanfic I’ve written and I’m not a very good writer soooooo this is what I’ve got to show for it *cri* anyways, here’s some good ol Terumob/Ajin AU/fluff ending/angsty bullshit yay :’) 

Okokokokokokok I didn’t want to put the whole gotdam thing here bc it’s literally just over 5000 words and that would be a pain in the ass to scroll through so I just put the part with the comic here on tumblr and I posted the entire fanfic on AO3 here

In this AU, they’re slightly older than in canon. This is not for some ‘shipping purpose’, this is just because this is set some time after the events that coincide with canon events. The Mogami and World Domination arcs occurred in this AU, although different from how they appeared in canon. The Divine Tree arc would be difficult to incorporate into this AU, what with the whole brainwashing thing, but I’m trying to see what I can do.

Mob and Reigen both hovered over the latter’s laptop, standing behind Reigen’s desk. The screen displayed several rows of stacked cards, and both individuals scrutinized the display. Solitaire was a time-killer that Reigen had always been particularly passionate about, and after several years of working under Reigen, Mob had come to enjoy solitaire as well.

Today, however, Mob wasn’t as focused as he usually was. Reigen picked up on this pretty quickly, and he was pretty sure it was because Teru was an hour late. Mob fidgeted, casted glances out the window behind him, and didn’t offer as many suggestions as he usually did when watching Reigen play solitaire.  

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Male MC: Mystic Messenger; Causal Route: Prologue

 This is the regular MM story but with a male MC!! Whoohoo let the romance commence! 

List | Mobile List | Next Hour {7am and 8am}

Zack  shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited for the new app to download. He stared at the screen as he sat in the warm coffee shop sipping an iced coffee as the world outside him turned into a dull grey. Autumn was coming—his favorite time of year— and the outside world was becoming a dark place, well in the sense that the sun was covered. The download completed. “RFA Chatroom” is what it was called. He didn’t know how exactly he found it but it intrigued him nonetheless.

“YO YOU GUYS! HERE’S THE TING! YA!!!” is what the description said. No ratings, no reviews, around six downloads. It was dangerous to download weird apps but his virus and malware protector on his phone said it was clean. Things had been rather lonely ever since Zack moved to this country. He wasn’t exactly a friendly happy-go-lucky kind of man so making new friends was rather hard. The biggest thing contributing to his loneliness was his unhappiness. He hadn’t felt someone need him. Parts of him were wondering why he was even here.

So maybe just faking happiness in some random chatroom would be good for him. He opened the app feeling a bit panicked as the app loaded. Setting up his account he named himself Akane. Yeah why not screw it. He’d fake happiness and pretend to be someone else.  For a moment his screen fritz but then…

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squashedmandarins  asked:

Hellooo! So I had this idea that I have in my head about Tobio's S/O playing Mysme and him being surprisingly okay with her playing it and I would really love it in a scenario!! I just found ur blog and ur writing seems really amazing I had so ask! Thank you so much for ur amazing writing. Please keep up the good work!!💙

For some reason, I listened to Last Christmas in order to write this. Yeah, I don’t get me either. I entered a really chill state of mind trying to come up with this, so I hope it comes across! And doesn’t seem like I just did this willy nilly. Anyway, I hope you like it!

“Is that-” Kageyama leans over the mess of pillows that surround you on the bed, his feet pressing against the edge of his desk so precariously that a light push would tip him over entirely. You notice none of this. “Is that a picture of me?”

“Wha- who?” You answer with your head tilted towards your fiance, but your eyes are permanently glued to the phone’s screen. “You’re on my screensaver, yeah.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He kicks off the table. You jump at the dull thud when the chair hits the floor, and everything around you bounces when Kageyama collapses on the other side of the pillow barricade. Reaching out a finger from a strange body position, he hovers over your screen. “I saw a picture just now. Are you chatting with someone? Did you send my picture to them?”

That makes you put down your phone. “You don’t sound too bothered by it, if it were?”

“I’m not unattractive.”

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