lets settle this already



anonymous asked:

I'm just scared with "Shiro" back, it will put a divide between Keith and the others because they will treat him as the leader again, not listening to the decisions Keith wants to make ;; (like they already did in season 3)

Well, to be fair they only didn’t listen when Keith made… reckless decisions. Which is good - the team doesn’t feel afraid to speak up when their leader messes up. They have seen how Keith acted before he stepped up as a leader and they know that he will need extra support (at least until he gets used to his position). When he actually presents a good plan, they listen without complaints:

^here are two examples, one back in s3e3 even before Keith got his shit together and one in s3e4. It’s always been like this - Keith has the self-confidence and presence of a leader, he just… doesn’t really use it. He never had to lead anyone but himself and the team knows this. Keith internalizes his struggles but he doesn’t actively try to appear “perfect” as Shiro does so they know what he needs help with. In a way, they are more of a team now than they were before.

And even with ‘Shiro’ back the team is still extremely supportive of leader!Keith. Shiro was already back when Lance came to talk to him in his room because “he is the leader now”. When they called him out when he wanted to pursue Lotor with the comet-ship it wasn’t anything different from what they had done in episode 3. In that episode were also these scenes:

Here we have Keith supporting and presenting a plan to ‘Shiro’ and ‘Shiro’ supporting Keith. In the first one it looks like a leader talking to their teammate; in the second one it looks like a friend talking to a friend. Even ‘Shiro’ himself is supportive of leader!Keith. The only problem is that he is used to leading, likes it and is already seen as a leader by the team.

It’s definitely possible that the team will get torn while having 2 leaders that give conflicting orders. (I’m excluding Allura here because I’m talking about in-battle leaders; Allura is and has always been the only outside of battle leader :P) We have already seen Keith and ‘Shiro’ talking over one another and almost fighting in the middle of battle over how they should proceed. But I doubt that the other team members will revert to how they were before Shiro disappeared - they have learned to take on a more active role and speak up when they have complaints. It’s unlikely that they’ll go back to blindly following Shiro when they have worked together with Keith for months now. 

A negative thing that might happen though is that the team might get divided into different ‘fractions’. Some will prefer ‘Shiro’’s style of leading, some will prefer Keith’s. Keith and ‘Shiro’ need to work their differences out before the team gets thrown into disarray once more D:

petals 005#: mom’s love

#005 - chilling time with baby Min and mommy

➽ Character/Genre/words: Min Yoongi x occasional OC | Parenthood!au, Fluff | 676 words

➽ a/n: based on my Baby Min headcanons

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Lost in Marvel  (Part 5/?)

Avengers x Reader, Tony x Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 1,200+ 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8 (Coming soon)

(Not my gifs)

“Is there something wrong (Last Name)?” Nick asks as he turns towards you ‘Didn’t Pietro…’.

“No it’s…it’s nothing” You answer quietly. You could feel Tony watching you, he knew something was up and was probably going to ask you about it later.

“Do you really think speedy is a good choice? He’s just a kid” Steve asks crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yes, he’s about the same age as (Last Name), I’m sure they’ll get along just fine” Nick answers.“Well that settles this meeting” Fury says picking up his papers and tablet and leaving the room

“See ya later” Steve says as he follows Nick.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” Tony asks as you pull out of your chair to get up.

“On my Earth Pietro…died” His eyes widen as you answer.

“Do want me to have a word with Nick?” He says getting up from his seat.

“No I’m actually really happy, I’m glad this world isn’t like how I’d thought it’d be” You gave Tony a small smile before walking out the meeting room with him following you not that far behind. “So what do I do now? Go see Bruce about my Healing factor?”

“No, what you need to do is have a bath, eat dinner and get straight to bed, you need your rest after what happened today”

“Pffft Okay Dad” The two of you giggle and your terrible comeback.

“Don’t tempt me I can adopt you” You look up at him slightly shocked but he continues to laugh. “And as for where you’ll be staying, you’ll be moving into Avengers Tower, with the rest of the team”

“Really? But I’m not even an Avenger? You sure it’s okay?” You ask a bit surprised that they’ve taken you in so quickly.

“It was my decision” you were taken aback by his response.

“Thank you, Tony, you’ve done so much for me an-“ You could feel your eyes slowly tear up and before you could even finish Tony had cut you off and pulled you into an warm hug.

“Hey, shhh, It’s no problem kiddo” He says whilst rubbing you back.

“Sorry I didn’t think I’d get so emotional” You take a step back whilst wiping away your tears from your cheek.        

“There’s nothing wrong with that, now why don’t we head home?” He says wrapping an arm around your shoulder.


After a great ride on Tony ’s helicopter to the Avengers tower (You felt like throwing up about 5 times) and seeing New York from above which was awesome, you slowly get out of the helicopter trying your best not to fall, the strong gust of wind pushed your (Colour) hair strands over your face making it hard for you to see.

And here you finally were at the Avengers Tower, home to all Avengers. It was a lot better than you expected ‘The other are probably in this building!’ You could feel the goosebumps start to appear on your arms as you followed Tony into the building.

“Welcome home Mr. Stark and Ms (Name)” F.R.I.D.A.Y says as the two of you make your way through the facility.

“Hey Friday, wheres everyone else? I specifically told them to be here for dinner” Tony asks.

“Ms. Romanoff is returning soon from her mission while Mr. Barton is away with his family and Mr. Rogers, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barnes are on their way-“ Tony’s AI continued to talk as you stopped in what seemed like a living room.

“What about the Maximoff twins?”

“Ms. Maximoff is training with vision in the training room and as for Mr. Maxi-“ before F.R.I.D.A.Y. could finish a strong gust off wind rushed passed you resulting pushing you back slightly.

“Pietro! What have I told you about-“ You quietly watch from behind Tony as he scolds Pietro.

“-Running? Sorry couldn’t help myself” unable to hold yourself you let out a few giggle catching Pietro’s attention. “So your (Name) the new girl?” You give him a shy smile ‘Two words, MIND BLOWN!’

“Yeah that’s me”

“Heard your not from around here, that true?” He asks taking a step closer looking intensely at you.

“Yeah I’m from another Earth, parallel, not really sure ” You

“Cool, I’m Pietro, Fury assigned me to be your-“

“-Babysitter” You cut him off making him laugh ‘Oh my god his laugh is adorable as f***’.

“Hey guys we got the food!” You turned around to see Sam Wilson AKA Falcon walking beside Steve and Bucky ‘Calm down (Name) two avengers at the same time, no big deal’

“You guys took way too long” Tony says taking the pizza boxes  from Sam and making his way towards the large table.

“(Name) right?” Sam says standing next to you.

“Yeah that’s me and your Sam” the two of you shake hands and get to know each other.

“Go to see you doing okay (Name), heard about what happened today” Bucky says handing you a plate with two pizza slices “Grabbed you some before that speedster ate them all”

“You should’ve seen the other guy and thanks Bucky” You say whilst taking the plate.

“Why didn’t you grab any for me Buck?” Sam asks as he tries to take a slice off Bucky’s plate only to get it slapped away.

“Get your own food” Bucky replied making you giggle as the two continued to argue.

“I hope those two aren’t causing too much trouble for you?” You turn to see Natasha Romanoff casually standing next to you and taking a bite out of her pizza ‘How did I not notice her!!’

“N-no, not at all” You give her a nervous smile and try your best not scream ‘It’s only Natasha Romanoff one of the best spies and assassins in the world!’ “Erm did your mission go well Ms. Romanoff?”

“Call me Natasha and yeah, It’s nice to finally the person who came from an another world, (Name) right?”

“Yeah, it’s nice to finally nice to meet you too, I’m a big fan”

“I can tell, don’t be so nervous we’re all friends here” She says before patting your back and walking off towards the others. As the others continued to catch up amongst themselves you felt as if you were an anomaly, which was completely true this wasn’t your world, you didn’t belong here, not with them.

Without being noticed you made your way out of the room and made your way through the hallway maybe a walk would help clear your depressing mood.

“Good evening Ms. (Name), do you require any assistance?”  F.R.I.D.A.Y. asks as you wander around.

“Yeah actually, could you tell me where my room is? I think I’m gonna call it a night"

“Of course”

Most of the Avengers had all said their goodbyes and left, the only two that remained where Natasha and Tony. Natasha took this opportunity to finally talk to Tony after setting her book on the coffee table she made her way towards him.

“Tony, we need to talk” He looks up at Nat from his tablet.

“About what?”


“Had a feeling you’d say that”

“She’s good, escaped HYDRA twice, and with practice could become a great member of our team”

“You think I don’t already know that? Let the kid settle in before making future plans, she may know us but we don’t know much about her” He says running a hand through his hair.

“What does that mean?” She says folding her arms over her chest.

“Never mind, can we talk about it some other time?” Tony says getting up from his seat and making his way out of the room.

“Sure” Natasha says to herself.

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| come with me | the eleventh doctor

“Come with me.”

You stared in shock at the man who had just saved your life, along with countless others’. Your clothes were still dirty and raggedy from the hazardous adventure you had recently embarked on, and there was a cut stinging somewhere on your cheek. 

For a second you couldn’t comprehend what you were hearing. Maybe it was because you were still out of breath from the running for your life that you’d done only mere minutes before. Your brain was short circuiting. 


Was he seriously asking you to just drop everything and follow? You didn’t even know him. In fact you were sure you would never know everything about this man even if you were to be with him another thousand years. It was the way he appeared completely disarming, someone you would look over in a crowd and miss entirely. 

Just like you had. 

Your reality’s normality shifted in a heartbeat, there had been chaos and panic, and then he had been there, a hand gently yet firmly gripping onto your arm. Hot breath hitting your ear, his excited grin completely contrasting your petrified expression.

But his eyes. That was what terrified you the most. Utterly sane but glinting with a deeply set excitement at the danger that rubbed you the wrong way. People had died. It shouldn’t have been okay. It wasn’t something to go over lightly. You shouldn’t have been exhilarated at sprinting for your safety. You shouldn’t have been cracking this supposed alien threat with him, but he had grabbed your hand and it was like you were hypnotized, ready to impress this stranger that was clearly not human, ready to do such brave things you would have never even dreamed of doing.

He made you impossibly reckless, and it brought goosebumps to the nape of your neck. You had only been around him for a day.

“No?” His energy faded, and there was a childish pout forming on his face, but no - wait - you caught it. You caught the lack of surprise that should have been. It was as if he had expected it. 

It wasn’t right. How many countless people had he asked this question for him to be so prepared? How many had said no to him? How many had said yes?

You felt that the latter had been much more.

“I have things to do,” You spoke, and it took you the uttermost self control to not submit. “I can’t just up and leave with you in your space ship.”

Finish your degree. Start a family. Travel the world. How could you just let these things go as if they meant nothing at all?

His green eyes sparkled like jewels and your breath hitched. Something was there. Something confident stirring. like he had a plan up his sleeve you had no idea of. You faltered, but then you stood strong. No. You had made your decision. What could he possibly have that would make you change your min-

“It’s not just a space ship,” He spoke, and your mind came screeching to a halt. 


You thought you had been shocked the most you could, stripped of your bearings of everything you had ever believed the world was and left bare. After today, after him, after everything, how was there the possibility that there was more?

He left you hanging on purpose to the silence that followed as he let his previous words settle and permeate the already dripping air with suspense. You had no actual seat to hang onto, but you were trapped, and he knew it.

“It’s a time machine as well,” He finally finished. You let out a shuddering breath at the implications. Time. He had time in his hands. You could be gone for months and back before supper. You could play with the very foundations of science itself. And he was offering it all to you.

He paused, letting his lips drift up to reveal a white smile, one that pulled you. “She, actually.”

There was no end.

No end, you realized. He took your every excuse and dusted them off then showed you his clean hands as if to say ‘see, nothing to worry about’. The ship was a she? The amount of questions that flooded your eyes at that suggestion was enough to chew on for the next millennia. You were anxious for more, and your resolve was being weakened with every second that passed by.

“I,” your voice was weak, and you cleared it to give yourself more ground. But you sounded lost even to yourself. “I want a family.”

“Not stopping you,” He shrugged, fingering his bow-tie innocently. “You could come back anytime.”

“And my degree.”

He laughed then, bright and warm, and it blinded you. “Y/N, you helped me stop an invasion a couple minutes ago. I think you can get your degree.”

“Travel the world…” You couldn’t pause the words now and you were practically asking him to stop you. Asking him to find something better. Asking him or was it daring? him to knock you off your feet.

He smiled again, and you knew the dare was taken.

“The world?” He tilted his head. “Y/N, why settle for one planet when you can travel the universe?”

“I,” your last attempt. “I don’t know you.”

“Me?” He tugged on his lapels. He took a breath, filling his chest slowly and methodically. There was a moment’s pause, and when those eyes finally met yours, terrifyingly ancient, swirling, you suddenly had the feeling you should brace yourself. “I have battled far off creatures and found hidden things so lost to the worlds they were considered forever gone. I have saved whole planets and taken a ship down without a single weapon. I have gone much farther, dreamed way bigger than Earth will ever even begin to understand for another couple centuries at the least. I also just saved your life.”

The sonic he had used earlier was still buzzing in his shirt pocket, warm with energy. 

“Come with me.”

It was so close. You could taste it saturated on the back of your tongue, feel the thrum of energy in the air. It must have only been a few seconds silence after he had repeated his invitation, but the two of you were separate from time, floating in your own space, and it seemed like hours. 

And you wanted to go. More than anything else. It should have been over with there, you should have been well on your way to your new life, your new escapades.

But you smiled sadly at him, making it truly over. 

(The malleable timelines fluttered before shifting back into place, and whoever you might have been would never come to be.)

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” The Doctor asked. It wasn’t disappointed, nor accusatory, as you had expected, just curious.

“I have a dream,” You mused, staring at the dirt smudges lining your fingertips, lifting your head to peruse the space between the stars.

You met his gaze. “I’m a brat, Doctor. I don’t believe for a second that if I went with you, time machine or not, I would have enough self control to come back.”

The Doctor smiled at you, and it was the first real smile you’d ever seen from him since he grabbed your arm and ran.

“Maybe we’ll meet again,” He looked at the sky as if he could see it changing seasons before him, a wistful smile tugging at his lips. “Good luck on your dream, Y/N L/N.” 

A nod, a shared moment of understanding.

You turned to walk back to your family, your home. A strange wheezing noise filled the air behind you, wind picking up your hair strands slightly before they floated back down onto your face.


AO3 Gothic.

You have already left kudos here.

You have already reached into the well of ideas and thoughts, of yearning and romance, of sweat and angst and laughter, and pulled out this particular variant. You have already allowed these words to dip inside, to touch you in that insatiable place where your id resides. The OTP has already murmured their words of love and devotion, their commitment and passion like a comforting, calming wave of clarity washing over you. They are sure, so you can be sure. They have found love, so love exists. They are the sun and the moon and stars to one another, so the universe is not infinite, after all; it is a known entity, soft and reassuring as the look on your fave’s face when he hands his soulmate that first cup of espresso during their first coffeeshop meetcute.


You have already left kudos here, haven’t you.

Haven’t you.

Haven’t you returned to this place, desperate for confirmation, eager to feel what you felt the first time, eager to feel something, anything, to feast on the belief that love is real and you are safe? Anything to reassure yourself that there is only one pairing, and it is true, it is truthful, and you can trust it, it would never lie to you, never make you cry and laugh and wring you out of emotion only to build you back up and promise you happy endings, endings that never come because *you have already left kudos here,* you have already tasted the pain and exuberance of this story, already let it settle over you like a blanket, and yet now look at you, back for more, you starving, insatiable, useless creature, clicking the kudos button like Pavlov’s dog, click, click, click, as if the click can save you, can fill the emptiness that descends the moment you stop reading.

How many times have you read the fic? How many times have you come to it begging for validation, only to go away unsatisfied, always craving more? Do you remember it? When was the last time you read it—was it a day, a year, an hour ago?

Or have you always been reading the fic?

Have you always been returning and returning, grasping at tropes, wearing your carefully cultivated “reading slashfic in public” mask, drawn over you, so that no one will see?—

So that no one will realize that you have never been reading the fic.

The fic has been reading you.

You have already left kudos here.
You have already left kudos here.
You have already left kudos here.

anonymous asked:

Can you do ome where you and Harry go to Annes (not for the first time) you dont have any kids not married just engaged amd have a nice family dinner there

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You had become so excited to make your announcement. You couldn’t wait to tell these people that you wanted to make them apart of your family, and you hoped they would accept you into theirs. They were just such lovely people and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to say that they were going to be legally your in-laws. You had the inkling that Harry wasn’t as eager to do so, though. Whenever an opportunity came up to segue into your announcement, he would quickly change the topic. You were starting to get offended. You felt as though Harry thought he was making a mistake, and was taking his sweet time to decide whether or not to put his family through another messy breakup. You wanted to say something but the two of you were almost never alone when you were with Harry’s family. And, to be honest, you would usually not have it any other way. You loved spending time with Harry’s family, but you wanted nothing more to ask Harry what was going on, in private.

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Different Paths- EXO Baekhyun

Originally posted by selubaekai

Baekhyun x You (Eun Hye)

Words: 1571

Angst/Olden Days/ Idol!AU

-Lyric Fanfiction; The song is a Hmong (Pronounced: Mong) song with English lyrics found here–>Lyric MV<–

Alternative Ending~

How many times has the earth spun?

Will the Sun and Moon ever meet?

Political statuses is what separated them. Eun Hye was from a wealthy noble family. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, diamonds and gold filled her life with luxury. He, Baekhyun, born to a low third class struggling family was not compatible at all for her. He was poor with little to no status. Both came to be by a single dance as she went to, sneaking out one night into the village. Love at first sight was such a cliche saying but true to its words.

Setting dates to meet up and finally doing so was one part. Having to call it off and getting in danger was another when her father and mother found out. Many successful dates and also many dreadful and unsuccessful ones. His life was near the end when her mother took action.  Strong minded, she try to not let it get to her but knew that it has already settled into her. Having enough, she fought back but gave in.

“Look at him,” her mother protested sitting across from her in her room, “What does he have?”

She looked at her mother with sadness in her eyes.

“Exactly, nothing.” she growled, “He will not have the status or power to protect you when danger occurs. He doesn’t have the money to fix you when you’re sick and ill. He’ll only lower your status and soon you’ll be forgotten. Cut all ties with him, and get ready, we’ve already set an arranged marriage for you.”

“I don’t want to.” she whispered.


“I don’t wan–” burning sensation sparked across her face. Unleashing the tears that she held holding onto her cheek.

“I gave you too much freedom that now you’re even protesting against me.” her mother snarled angrily standing up, “Leave that man. You’re never getting out of the house until the day I send you off to your future husband.” leaving her room, but re-entering, “If you don’t want anything to happen to him like before, you should make up your mind now.” as she tells the maids to lock her room, allowing only food to be served. She sat on the floor with nothing more than her puddle of tears.

The wind blew past the mountains, yet cannot embrace it

The story of us is like this

Set to be married to her far cousin, her mother cut her off from all ties of the outside world including him. Meeting him in secret was one of the best moments of her life. Meeting before the sun sets and coming home late at night was now a thing of her’s. Freedom for a while as she tried her best to conceal her broken heart as she sees his smile from afar. He waved at her excitedly and ran for her.

“When did you get here?” he asked with a bright smile. Her heart breaking into pieces seeing him smile thinking that everything is fine. Closing the gaps between their bodies, she embraced him tightly feeling her emotions unleash.

“What’s wrong?” he asked moving her back a little, glimpsing at her face, “Why are you crying?” She shook her head and smiled, “I just .. What would I do without you?” She looked at him as the unpleasant feeling settled in her. Holding her hands in his, his chocolate orbs searched hers confusingly. She took in a deep breath and exhaled shakily, “Let’s end it here.”

“Don’t lie to me.” wiping her tears away, “Don’t do this.” His eyes glossed a layer of crystal clear liquids, “You’re only lying to me. Tell me you’re lying. You can’t just leave me like this.” his voice shook with the tears he held. He tightened his grip on her hand as the other wiped her trails of tears. His hand rests upon her cheek, “Tell me you’re lying.”

“I’m not.” her voice becoming almost a faint whisper.

“Then Why.. Why?”

“Because..” she swallowed, looking him in the eyes, “I don’t love you.” the words she’d never thought she’d say to him.

“Lies.” he blurted out. “If you didn’t you wouldn’t come out to meet me here. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have cried. If you didn’t… You’d never had agreed to be mine from the beginning.”

“You can think all you want.” she snapped back, “Believe the lies that I once told you then.” turning her back towards him and walking back towards home, “I did it fo–” feeling something go past the side of her face. She stopped hearing ruffles behind her. Slowly turning towards the direction of him, noting he wasn’t looking at her but the items in his chest. Her eyes widened as he looked back at her, “Baekhyun.” she whispered. He smiled at her as he grabbed the arrow tugging it out of him falling to the ground. Rushing back to him with tears streaming her face, “Baekhyun.” pressing onto the wound to stop the bleeding. Her wavered, stroking his face as she sobbed, “Baekhyun..”

“Don’t” he whispered. She stopped pressing on the wound and embraced him in her lap instead, “You can’t leave me like this.” she mumbled in between cries, “You can’t just leave me like this. You have to stay with me.”

“You never loved me” he managed to mumbled.

“Those were all lies. I love you, so much. Much more than the wealth and luxury given to me and status. I loved every moment we spent together. Don’t leave me.” hugging him tighter. Her tears landing in his soft now dirty hair.

“Eun Hye!”

Her head snapped into the direction of the voice, “Mother?” holding him tighter in her embrace.

“Let’s go home, NOW.”

“This was all you’re doing!” she screamed at her mother, “You did this!”

“Eun Hye, don’t raise your voice at your mother.” he struggled to say. Seeing his lips and face pale anger built in her. “She did this to you.” she growled, “Are you happy now?!!” tears in eyes, “Are you satisfied now?!”

“Bring her and let’s go.” waving at the men.

“What about the man?”

“Leave him for all I care.” walking with her back facing them. Eun Hye kissed his forehead laying her cheek against it, “I’m not leaving you.”

They tugged her away from him. She screamed and kicked trying to get back to him, “Please, just let me stay with him before he leaves.” she begged them. Her mother gave them the signal and let her go after dragging her almost halfway. Running back to him in her stained velvet dress, seeing him on the ground still, she slowly walked to him, still unable to take in the scene. His hand reached out to her and she hurriedly ran to him. Embracing him again tightly, “This will be the last time I embrace you.” she choked, “Will this be the last time for us to see each other..?” after a long pause of silence. She stroked his hair and his cheek, his eyes now closed to the world, “Will you wait for me?”

How many life times does our story have?

Reborn a hundred times yet still so far apart

“Yah!” her friend nudged her, “Isn’t that EXO’s Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol?” she just shrugged as she continued on her phone. “They said that Byun Baekhyun is dating.. That one idol.. I think.” her friend nudged her again.

“So what?” she snapped, “I’m trying to win this game. STOP.”

“Just look at him!” she yelled in a whisper. She rolled her eyes and looked over at him, where he was standing waiting for his order to arrive. Her eyes grew as it glossed a little.

“Yah..” her first snapped her back to reality, “I said look, not cry.” She tapped the tears away, “I don’t know.. It’s..–”

“He’s leaving..” she whined, “Let’s go ask for a photo before he disappears.” walking fast after him. Eun Hye just rolled her eyes and followed her out. She somehow got them to agree on a photo, “Eun Hye-AH! Can you take the photo?” His head snapped in Eun Hye’s direction and for a moment, their eyes connected. The look in his eyes sparked a hint of happiness but sorrow. She bowed and took the photo and they shook hands with her too. They were getting ready to leave, “Your name sounds so familiar.” he said to her. She looked at him and smiled.

“Well I–”

“Baekhyun-ah.” a woman’s voice called from behind him. He smiled at her and then back at Eun Hye. She suddenly felt like crying, like she lost something.

“Well, it was nice to see my fans. Hopefully we see you two around again.” he smiled at your friend then Eun Hye, but he just kept looking at her. His eyes lingered on her, and her’s did the same.

“Baekhyun are we leaving yet?” the lady whined. He snapped out of it and nodded to her, “Let’s go.” They exchanged bows and went in separate directions. Her friend looked at her and noticed how quiet she’s gotten. “Are you okay?” Eun Hye nodded.

“Let’s get back to the dorm. You’re leaving back to Europe so we have to go finish packing your items.” She only nodded and looked behind her, “Why does it feel like I just lost the most important person.. in my life?”

That we cannot be together

Scar Tissue

[[Summary: When I played ME3, I sort of blindly took the option to erase Shepard’s scars without really considering the implications. Then I wondered how Garrus would take it, and here. Have some angst.


“Shepard. This tech you found would let us erase the scars selectively. With careful application, we could do your whole body.” Dr. Chakwas leaned back in her chair, pouring a careful finger of whiskey and passing it over to Shepard. “Drink before making a decision. Sip, not chug, my dear.” The drink burned all the way down Shepard’s throat, but she had already made up her mind. The alcohol was only fortifying her, making a choice that seemed obvious even more so.

“Do it. Just my face.” Finishing the rest of her drink (and ignoring Dr. Chakwas’ request that she not drink it so quickly,) Shepard stood, walking over to one of the examination tables. Hardly her first time here, and not likely to be her last. Before the machinery could swing out over her face, she traced those few scars she did have- the jagged one that echoed the shape of her cheek, going from eye level to roughly mouth level, tinged a faint red. The one on her forehead, going into her hairline. The one at the corner of her mouth. Not many, but none of them had been there a few years before. This was all Cerberus, and stress. It made her feel older, but not in a linear way- older by decades, battle-worn as any krogan.

The actual procedure itself only took moments, the flicker of pain nothing compared to what she had felt before. Then Dr. Chakwas was passing her a mirror, and Shepard could hold up a scarred knuckle, each individual finger seeming to have a separate story, and see a face that looked untouched for the first time in too long. Gone. All gone. Maybe the great Commander Shepard should have been above vanity, but her own reflection made her smile. “Got someone I have to show, doc. Thanks.” There would be a nice transfer of credits to Dr. Chakwas, the source ‘anonymous’, after this.

“You should rest, let your face settle some,” she was saying, but Shepard was already out the door, a flood of painkillers taking away so many of the aches and pains she no longer noticed in specificity, mood bolstered to the point of being very nearly silly, the whiskey not helping the cause any. The crew was staring, though whether they were doing it because their captain wasn’t walking in an entirely straight line or because her face was suddenly lacking distinct topography wasn’t clear, and to be honest, Shepard couldn’t bring herself to give even a single fuck.

“Garrus.” Leaning against a wall in an attempt to look suave, Shepard entered his domain, the smile on her face attempting to be cocky and instead just looking uneven.

To her chagrin, he didn’t turn around. “Can it wait? I’m in the middle of some-” No, not this again. It had been months. Spinning him around bodily, Shepard made him look at her, holding his face in her hands. “I’d say kiss me, but I need my lips intact today.” She’d have to settle for their customary forehead touch, though in her current state, it was more of a gentle headbutt and then a step backward, waiting to see if he would notice. Of course he would notice. It wasn’t like she had touched her hair or lost weight or done something that would be equally inexplicable to a turian.

“Shepard, what the hell happened to your face?” Not quite the reaction she had been hoping for. Garrus held her face between his hands, turning it this way and that, blinking his eyes rapidly. “Or are you another evil clone? Because if we’re dealing with another clone, I’m out.” He held her gently though; deep down, Garrus knew this was Shepard, as much as he didn’t seem to want to believe it.

One finger went over the space where her most prominent scar had been, rubbing the spot again and again like he could rub away make-up. “Before the Citadel was attacked, I traded medical supplies with another turian I met. He gave me something that could erase scars.” She was naked, so naked, all Shepard wanted to do was go back to bed, sleep everything off. Not that it was ever an option for her. Not that she could ever see a future where it would be.

He let go of her face, hand dropping to his side, and something about it reeked of finality. “Those scars were you. We all supposed to erase our scars now and forget what we earned?” She wanted to reach up and touch his own, that side of his face that was twisted and gnarled from where it had taken a rocket launcher. She’d thought he had died then, and even now it hurt, but she wasn’t a touchy person, couldn’t bring herself to be that person even now.

“You earned yours. Cerberus gave me mine. Maybe I don’t want to be reminded of fucking Cerberus every day.” They were already making her life hell, additional worries on top of the Reapers, and yet Shepard owed her life to them. They had made her in a very literal way, and it was something she faced with every aching part of her body. “I can’t look at my face and see them anymore, Garrus. I can’t do that.” If anyone knew how close she was to breaking from all this shit, they’d lose their faith in her. She couldn’t even let Garrus see; any facial expression Shepard had reverted to something neutral, guarded.

“They were still you,” he replied, but his voice was softer now, more quiet. “You’re always still you. Commander Shepard, savior and asshole of the galaxy.”

“And sometimes I just want to be Shepard.” Garrus had softened now, and the the spirit had gone out of both of them. Not in a bad way; they simply had too much history with each other to fight for so long. “I didn’t erase all my scars, Garrus. I’m still me. It’s just my face.” Just the most visible part of herself, but also the thing she had to see every day in the mirror.

Maybe to both their collective surprise, Garrus grinned at her. “You still got that scar near your hip that I like?” This was better ground, more familiar.

“I can show you.”

“I guess the calibrations can wait.” Garrus touched her face one more time, fingers mourning the missing topography of scars. They would be okay; they had weathered worse than this.


Hello! My name is Kiwi.

I’m on my seventh (and final!) home now and am around 10 years old. My last home was asking around for ways to kill me after ‘accidentally’ running me over with a rolling chair. I wasn’t even that injured! One of my wings was bruised and I lost a nail on one of my toes, but  nothing that I’d need to be put down over!

I was passed around between people who didn’t really want me for the first part of my life, then ended up in a home where I was neglected and stressed out all the time for the past few years, so I started chewing my feathers. I don’t pluck, but I will chew them down to nubs.

A friend of my last keeper got them to take me to a vet awhile ago, but that vet didn’t know a thing about hookbills and said the reason I chewed my feathers was because they weren’t giving me grit! Anyone who knows anything about hookbills knows we don’t need grit because we hull our seeds, and grit can be dangerous for us!

My new keeper has taken the grit away and has given me a mineral block and cuttlebone instead, if I want to chew on that.

I’ll see my keeper’s usual vet when she returns from military reserve training unless something happens and I need to be seen on an emergency basis.

One of my toes has an old, healing wound that’s scabbed over.

My keeper doesn’t think the claw is there anymore, and was told the toe injury is from when I was 'accidentally’ run over with a rolling desk chair.

I’m not very good at climbing  both because of my injured toe and because my feet are weak in general because I only had one low perch that was too small for my feet, so my feet in general are pretty weak and I prefer to either sit perched on my food or water bowl or hide in that box you can see in the pictures.

I’m told that my cage is far, far too small for me so I’ll be getting a new one soon, but my keeper wants to let me settle in for a few days before making that change.

I’ve already eaten in front of him, so that’s a good sign.

My previous diet was very poor. Recently,  my last keepers tried to switch me to pellets, but they didn’t know how so they just took my food away and gave me pellets that I didn’t know were food.

My current keeper mixed some millet (which was my primary diet at my old home) in with some other seeds as well as some Harrison’s High Potency pellets. I mostly picked the seeds out but did try a few of the pellets.

I didn’t have any toys in my cage when my new keeper got me. I just had a mirror, which was too high up for me to get to anyway!

Since my current cage is so small, my keeper was only able to fit three toys and two different sized perches in it while still leaving me room to get around.
He left the one small perch in as low as it would go because I’m not sure how to pull myself up onto the cage bars, but I can pull myself up onto the low perch. For the last few years, I’ve basically been a ground bird who only left the box hide to come out and eat or drink.

My keeper was told I’m semi-tame and will walk onto the back of a hand, but that I don’t know how to step up. I’m used to my cage being left open, but am told I won’t get to do that much here because of cats and dogs.
I never went far anyway and usually stayed on my cage or on the floor (which is how I got run over by the chair).

I also hate the Mendards jingle and will start screaming if I hear one of their commercials.

I’ll probably have LOTS of better pictures once I’m settled in and less nervous.

statuepuppie  asked:

"I wish you would talk to me." Please, and thank you!

“Kara, are you okay in there?” Cat asks quietly, standing outside their bathroom and waiting for some indication that her presence is welcome. She won’t open the door until she gets that sign, but she’s also not leaving this spot. Not when Kara hasn’t said a word in ten minutes, not since slamming the door behind her.

“I’m fine,” Kara calls, voice flat and emotionless and doing nothing to ease Cat’s worries. “I’ll be out soon.”

Cat doesn’t know what could have caused this withdrawal, not a month away from their wedding day, but she isn’t going to back down when Kara needs her. Just because they haven’t actually made the vows yet doesn’t mean she’s going to walk away when things get tough. She just needs Kara to open up and let her in, let her help.

It’s another five minutes before the door creaks open to reveal Kara standing there, a smile on her face that’s barely present and clearly forced. Whatever is wrong, it’s worse than Cat had thought.

“Darling, I wish you would talk to me,” Cat says, slowly reaching out to rest her hand on Kara’s arm, watching for any sign that the touch is unwelcome. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

Kara shakes her head slightly, but Cat isn’t giving in on this one. Anything that has Kara this upset affects them both.

“That alien we captured today, he threatened to go after my family,” Kara says eventually, shifting closer to Cat as the words leave her mouth. “I don’t know if he meant you, if he knew anything about who I am outside of the cape, but all I could think about was what I’d do if I lost you, Cat. If someone hurt you because of who I am.”

“You will protect me, will protect all of us,” Cat says firmly. They’d had this discussion more than once at the beginning of their relationship, and she’s not about to let something they’ve already settled get in the way of their happiness. “I believe that, Kara, and you should too.”

“I’ll try,” Kara says, pulling Cat into an embrace that’s just shy of too tight. “I’ll never stop trying to keep you safe.”


You sit across the coffee table and confess that you need to listen to your inner voice, and it leaves me speechless because I never knew how to ignore her. She’s a shadow of a dog that growls in my stomach stronger that any hunger for revenge – a whirlwind of random sensations that somehow makes perfect sense to anyone but me.

Common sense is a bloodthirsty Viking ready to slaughter his own brothers if they as much as contradict him. Intuition is the old lady sitting by the crossroads and her eyes are blacker than your sorrow from having seen too much; she has an apple in her pocket, a rabbit foot around her neck, and a map of every road you’ll ever take on the palm of her hand. Stop when you see her; offer her your faith and she’ll show you the way.

Ch. 2

There are two kinds of people on this world and I wish you knew that neither of them is a home for the other one. I keep falling in love with fireworks and ghosts and rivers, and those can’t be tamed by anyone; you keep running through the woods knocking on cabin doors with your giant heart like a scarlet letter on your sleeve, only to be answered by dwarves over and over again.

I wish you knew that it’s okay to stop and go back to the castle and tear its walls down asking for vengeance when you actually mean closure. I wish you knew that the man on the throne looks like love forever, but acts like a heartbreak – the old lady by the crossroads once got her finger pricked on his words and lulled into sleep by his fire-crackling voice.

I wish you knew that I have winced, watching you build a marble tower out of your body and invite all the vultures in to philosophize upon your heart, and cry when they feasted on it instead. I wish you knew that none of this can leave a mark unless you let it and if somebody tells you to decide and settle down already, they are lying to you, honey. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.

Ch. 3

You lift your eyes into mine for the first time in twenty minutes and you say that I’m just terribly disappointed in men, and I begin to wonder if I’m really the teacher and you the student.

Ch. 4

I’ve got a folder with your name in the back of my mind and it’s filled with pictures of thunderstorms. I look at them when I need to remind myself that it’s possible to be a terrifying force of nature and magnificent at the same time.

Ch. 5

You learned to cut through traffic jams with your eyes closed, navigating on silent prayers of lust and longing instead of blaring horns and GPS directions. A queen of the highway that gets blamed for every hit-and-run drunken driver who tries to overthrow you, leaving dents in your doors and skeletons in your trunk; yet, eyes wide shut, you drive and drive, on to another skyline.

Ch. 6

I grow my heart like a garden and you train yours like a warlord; when time comes for me to fight and for you to put your guns down, I will send you a jar of homemade words and wishes and I hope you’ll show me your trophies with pride.

—  a beginner’s guide to intuition for a girl who doesn’t need one, t.p.
Real Talk

Okay but the real struggle is that so far no one on here has an age gap of at least 30 with their TC the average seemingly being 15ish years and I’m sitting here like “32 year gap mate” and like yeah all our struggles are the same, but there’s just something so unique and hopeless about an older man who is already settled and will hardly let you into his life in the way in which you want to be a part of it. So all you people out there who relate hit me up cuz I’m tired of being in this alone

slytherin-elite  asked:

Okay so as a Halloween tradition my family buys shit tons of discount Halloween candy on Nov. 1st and gorge ourselves on it. Maybe an Iwaoi fic about something simi lar? If you have time that is!

*I’m sorry this is only a drabble, but this is all I could do for the energy level I had. I wanted to do it so badly and have it done by today. This isn’t exactly what you asked for either, but please enjoy cute arguing boyfriends being cute.*

“Ooh! This bag too, we have to get the bag of caramels too!”

Before an answer is even given, Oikawa’s already tossing the bag in, letting it settle amongst the several other bags of candy he didn’t wait for approval for before throwing them in the cart.

Iwaizumi immediately stops pushing, “Wha—Shittykawa! That’s like, the tenth bag of candy you’ve put in there! We came shopping for food,” he sees Oikawa open his mouth, “real food, dumbass,” he cuts in, “Not a bunch of sugar that’s going to make you sick.”

Oikawa’s pout is immediate. “But Iwa-chaaaaan, it’s on sale right now! How can you say no to 200¥?”

“I can and I am.” He deadpans, “Put it all back.”

Iwaizumi makes sure his expression means business, no room for any arguments.

“I’m the one paying for it though…”

…Too bad his boyfriend is the king of talking back.

Iwaizumi shakes his head with gruff sigh, “You are not going to spend all of your money on discounted Halloween candy.”

That pout seems to drag down further, “But it’s my money, Iwa-chan. I can do what I want with it!”

“What happened to that fancy telescope you were saving up for?”

He frowns at the way Oikawa rolls his eyes at him, “Oh yeah, because a few hundred yen is really going to break the bank for me.”

A deeper frown, “You’re going to get sick from all of that.”

“Oh now you’re concerned with my health?”

Iwaizumi reaches to shove his shoulder, “Fuck off, I’m always worried about your health.”

Oikawa sticks out his tongue.

It comes to a standstill between them with both of them looking down to the cart and back up at each other, various looks of disgruntlement passing in silent expressions that both of them can read without having to say a word. It becomes a staring contest between them, the two of them just waiting for the other to give in or else they wouldn’t be moving from this spot.

As expected, Iwaizumi’s the one puffing out a heavy sigh, “You can keep four bags of candy and I’ll pay for them. Only if you put the ones back I won’t eat though.”

Oikawa’s smile is almost as sweet as the damn bags of sugar sitting in their cart. He easily grabs six of the bags, knowing which ones by heart that Iwaizumi hated, and moves to take them back to their proper display.

He pauses to give his short boyfriend a quick, unexpected kiss. “You really are the best boyfriend ever.”

Iwaizumi knows Oikawa knows he’s blushing even though the other doesn’t even pause to look back.

A quiet, groan erupts from the embarrassed man.

“We are never going shopping after Halloween again…”

Beg, Bribe, and Blackmail 3

“All right Mal,” Rex said as he leaned on the bar, “let’s settle the tab.”

“Already done,” the Twi’lek bartender replied, he nodded slightly.  “There’s a gentleman in the corner who said he owed you one.  He’d appreciate you speaking with him, but he’s not expecting it.  No obligations sort of thing.”

Rex glanced over, the indicated being was in a partly lit corner booth, but Rex could see clearly enough to know that his mysterious benefactor was a Mirialan.  For a moment, he thought he was looking at an old, but familiar face, but then he realized that it was a man.

“I guess I could talk to him,” Rex allowed finally.

“Let us know if you need help,” Mal said.

Rex waved his hand as he headed for the booth, weaving only a little more than was necessary to avoid the tables in between.

“Captain Rex, I presume?” The Mirialan asked as Rex stopped beside his table.

“Who’s asking?”  Rex asked as he sat down.

“Mon Mothma, actually.”

“I’m not judging, but aren’t you a little green to be Mothma?”  Rex asked.

“Not male?”  The Mirialan asked, amused.

“Not my business,” Rex said, “now, you get one more shot before you’re leaving.”

“My name is Lumaren Unduli,” the Mirialan said, “my mother’s cousin was an acquaintance of yours, as I understand, but that’s not why I’m here.”

“Whoever told you I had patience lied,” Rex said, “get my attention in five words or less.”

“Skywalker,” Unduli began.

“You’re gone,” Rex interrupted him, standing up.  “Tell Mothma she’ll have to do better than a ghost.”

“You’re sure,” Unduli asked, also standing up.

“I’m retired, kid,” Rex said as the Devaronian bouncer arrived.  “I’m not listening.”

The Devaronian put his hand on Unduli’s shoulder, making him jerk, “What, oh, I’m willing to leave on my own.”

“It’s more fun this way,” the Devaronian said and began shoving him towards the door.

Rex watched them leave and shook his head before heading to the bar for another whiskey, a drink for an absent friend or two, of course.

Flashed - Part 2
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Hey lovelies! You all seemed to enjoy the first part of Flashed, which is amazing! Thank you so much! Also many many thanks to cat-winchester-mikaelson-curtis is for the lovely message and for the patience. I got home yesterday and have a massive Jetlag, but I somehow managed to write this. I'm not really happy with it, but I hope you at least like it a bit? Excuse any mistakes, I will re-read this tomorrow and hope to see more of my mistakes. Thank you!

Read Part 1 here

Summary: Part 2 of the lovely request about the Reader being a regular on the show since she was 14 (now 24) and about Reader dating Grant Gustin / The Flash
Pairing: Grant Gustin x Reader
Warning: None I believe
Words: 1'403

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Fast Enough

Post X-Men Apocalypse. The reader got hurt and Quicksilver is a mother hen. Is it out of guilt or something else?

Based on a bunch of different Quicksilver imagines, but mostly this one. Can also be found on AO3. Enjoy! :)

„I’m never fast enough when it matters…“


You blinked sleepily and willed your eyes to focus. You had been almost asleep when Peter’s soft voice woke you up again.

“Nothing, just go back to sleep, Y/N”, was Peter’s answer.

You yawned and rubbed your forehead before trying to sit up. Peter’s hands on your shoulders quickly stopped you.

“No, don’t sit up. Don’t move! You have to stay still so your bones will heal quicker!”

“Hey, I’m not mortally wounded, I just have a broken leg.”

“And a broken hand. And a lot of internal bruising according to the doctors. They said you should stay in bed for at least two weeks.”

“I am in bed! And they didn’t say that sitting up was forbidden.”

“You’re a terrible patient, you know that, right?” Peter smirked before adjusting the pillow behind your back.

You grinned back at him: “Well, since I got hurt while saving your little ass, the least you can do now is keep me company while I’m confined to this hospital bed.”

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