look at all these loops!!! damn!!!

anonymous asked:

I have a lil prompt for Yousef and Sana. Maybe Sana is like studying at a cafe and Yousef comes in and sees her and sits down hesitantly and they end up talking and awkwardly smiling until the girls come in and catch them. Idk just a thought :) love you're blog btw xx

Sana had always enjoyed studying in coffee shops - they were often quite peaceful, and somehow it was easier to focus on what she was reading while the scent of freshly brewed coffee floated in the air and the quiet conversations worked as a relaxing white nose in her ears. Sana was rarely distracted while studying, but the moment she heard Yousef’s voice she knew that he was an exception to that rule:

“You’re a hard-working one, aren’t you?” Yousef asked, and Sana had to stop herself from smiling before looking up from the table to the older boy. He was leaning - he was always leaning, what was that about? - on a nearby pillar, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants.

Sana shrugged. “That or I simply have some time to kill.”

Yousef chuckled and then raised his eyebrows in a question, gesturing towards the seat across the table from Sana. Sana nodded, closing her chemistry book, having accepted the fact that studying would be impossible if she could feel Yousef’s eyes on her. Strange.

“Now, tell me,” Sana said as she watched the older boy sit down, take off his cap and run his hand through his hair - he did that a lot. And Sana knew that it was a thing she shouldn’t be noticing be noticing because it was such a dumb little detail that didn’t matter, but still. She noticed. “Are you stalking me?”

The unexpected turn of Sana’s words made Yousef burst out in laughter: that kind of laughter that made his eyes squint, his face light up and his smile spread from ear to ear. He was light in the dark, and Sana couldn’t stop looking at him. She felt the corners of her own mouth twitching upward, too.

“Would you call the cops if I said yes?” Yousef said with a grin, adjusting his position on the armchair.

Sana smiled, taking a sip of her drink. “Depends. Maybe. Probably.”

Yousef grasped his chest as in serious pain, gasping for air in a dramatic manner and stared at the younger girl with wide, betrayed eyes. “Wow, now that’s just cruel. So stalking a really nice girl isn’t the best way to make her interested me, after all? Fuck, that was all I had.”

“Yeah, I doubt that stalking would work,” Sana answered.

Yousef smiled. “Damn, I’ll figure out something else, then.”

A laugh escaped from Sana’s lips, and she could feel her own cheeks heating up as her brain played Yousef’s words in her head on a loop, over and over again. She could feel him staring at her, and it was like her stomach was truly filled with butterflies when their eyes met: she felt it all. She felt her heart racing, her stomach turning upside down and her cheeks heating up.

But Sana didn’t look away. A silence slowly set between the two of them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable - Sana enjoyed sitting there, watching Yousef and actually allowing herself to pay attention to the little things like the way his smile curved more to the right and the way he often tilted his head just a little when he was looking at Sana. Like now. His eyes were warm, his lips curved up into a ghost of a smile, and Sana couldn’t look away.

“What’s going on hereee?” Chris’ voice was like a wake up call, and it was like Sana was pulled from the depths of the ocean to the surface. She shook her head, trying to piece her thoughts together to answer her friend, who had arrived for their coffee date that Sana had completely forgotten about.

“I - uh, we were just,” Sana kept stumbling on her words, making Yousef disguise a chuckle into a cough and Chris raise her eyebrows. “We were just stalk- talking.”

“And I actually gotta go now”, Yousef said, his tone amused - no wonder why. He put on his cap and got up from the armchair, flashed the girls a warm smile before heading out of the coffee shop: Sana’s eyes followed him all the way to the door. Before Yousef stepped outside, her gaze met his, and for a few more stolen seconds they lingered on the strange feeling.

anonymous asked:

Can you write a part 2 to the one about Betty and Archie joining the serpents for info on the drug rinf??? I loved the first one!

Okay! Part 1:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/161283087546/can-you-write-a-follow-on-from-this-episode-where !
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He hadn’t slept all night, his hair a wild mess, his eyes red rimmed and blood shot. Betty and Archie didn’t know what they were getting themselves into, it wasn’t safe for them, god forbid someone found out why they were actually at Southside High. And then there was the fact that Betty was attached to Archie’s hip, she was draped all over him yesterday, long blonde hair tickling Archie’s nose as she whispered her secrets to him through scarlet lips.

He loved Betty for who she was, cardigans and ponytails included, but there was something about this version of Betty, so messy and carefree, it did strange things to Jugheads stomach and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blonde. That brought him to his current position, bent over a lunch table anxiously waiting for the two Riverdale teens to enter the cafeteria.

“Dude, you look like shit.” Keith mumbled over a mouth full of pizza, eyeing Jughead warily “you look like you’re about to jump out of your skin.”

Jughead dropped down on the bench defeated,
“I don’t know, hotdog kept me up all night, crying about something.” He lied effortlessly, his friend staring at him and his see through story.

“Okay, if that’s what you’re sticking with.” Keith shrugged, grabbing another piece from the stack in front of him.

Suddenly there was the familiar clanging of trays being dropped onto the metal table, the Serpents all squeezing into the designated cafeteria space. If Jughead hadn’t already been too exhausted to function, the ruckus all eight boys were making was sure to make him lose his mind.

“Hey Jones, don’t look now but your girlfriend is headed this way, looking fineee as usual, redhead in tow.” Dean bit into his burger and nodded his head towards the doorway, Jughead whipped around.

There she was, Betty Cooper wrapped up in skin tight denim jeans, red wedges and an old ripped up Rolling Stones t-shirt, her blonde hair was left loose again but this time a messy braid was strategically placed in the nest of curls falling down her back , her leather jacket draped over her shoulder and that damn red lipstick. She looked like something out of a play boy magazine.

Dean let out a low whistle,
“She sure is something to look at, swear to god.”

Jugheads head turned quickly and Dean laughed, waving his hand.
“Dibs are dibs man, she’s all yours, well I mean it looks like she’s Andrews actually. And it looks like there coming to say hi.” Deans face shifted to something a bit more intimidating as Betty and Archie pulled up to the table, Betty’s arm looped around Archies.

“Hi boys.” She smiled sweetly, dimples popping out as she clutched the quarterback.

“Well hello Elizabeth.” Keith grinned, grunting when Jughead kicked him under the table.

All of the Serpents were practically drooling over Betty when Archie spoke up
“I wanted to speak to you, about.. things” he trailed off lazily.

Dean nodded
“Alright, Jughead why don’t you show Betty around the dark room, you look like you appreciate a good engine.” He smirked, and Betty smirked back.

“I’ve been known to admire a good bike, you’ve got pictures or the real thing?” She questioned, popping her gum dramatically.

Dean seemed taken aback for a second at her genuine interest
“We keep the real things at our clubhouse, just got some pictures and parts in the dark room, Jughead?” Dean repeated with a pointed look, clearly he wanted to speak to Archie alone.

“Sure yeah, I can show you. Uhh come on.” He grumbled as Betty smiled and waved at the boys
“See ya soon.” She winked.

She followed Jughead into the hallway, glancing around before stopping at one of the lockers and leaning against it, arms crossed
“I’m not going into a dark room with you Jughead.” She whispered, face turned away from him.

The dark haired boy sighed
“Please Betty, I wanna talk to you, let me explain.”

Betty spared a glance at the stormy eyes she knew so well, he was pleading with her, she nodded slowly and he gripped her hand, pulling her into the dark room, he immediately began talking

“I didn’t want this for you, why do you think i broke it off? It’s not safe here and I didn’t want you involved with all of this damn chaos, at least when you weren’t with me I knew you were safe and look where we are now, you’re here without me and you’re still not safe!” He rambled on and Betty quickly cut him off

“I can take care of myself! don’t use some lame excuse that you were protecting me, we both know you wanted to move on with your life!” She shouted, her shoulders shaking in anger.

“You think I wanted this?!” He came back with equal anger “I never wanted this, I love you! You know that. Everything I’ve ever done has been to protect you.” He yelled desperately, throwing his hands in the air.

“I never needed protecting! and anyway Archie’s here, he’s going to keep me safe.” She crossed her arms, mimicking him.

Jughead winced visibly
“Of course he is, he’s Archie Andrews, boy wonder, what girl wouldn’t want him to keep her safe.” He quipped sarcastically, tension between his eyes.

Betty seemed to deflate at that point, her hands wrapping around her stomach,
“I didn’t. I wanted you, that’s all I ever wanted.” She whispered.

Jughead swallowed the lump in his throats and took a step towards her
“Bets..”

Snapping back to reality the blonde cleared her threat and shook her shoulders out
“We’ve been gone long enough, we better head back.” With one final glance, she was out the door, Jughead watched her walk away and felt his stomach clench, Jesus Christ watching her walk away hurt just as bad the second time.

He caught up with her just outside the cafeteria and followed closely beside her as they watched Archie stand and shake Deans hand

“Nice doing business with you brother.” He grinned, glancing at Betty
“And I’ll see you tonight beautiful.”

The lunch bell rang and the Serpents all hopped up and headed outside to smoke, Jughead lagging behind as Archie approached him in a hushed whisper

“I’m going to the bar tonight to meet up with a few of the older Serpents, I’m pretty much in, please Jug, Just leave it alone, I promise to keep you updated.” He wrapped an arm around Betty’s waist and tugged her away, whispering in her ear as she nodded seriously, they were a few steps away when Betty turned back around and walked to Jughead, pushing herself against his chest and shoving something inside his jacket

“Don’t forget who you are Jughead Jones”

she dropped a kiss to his cheek and ran off towards Archie, exiting the cafeteria.


Jughead put his palm to the place she kissed and closed his eyes, it had been so long since she had been that close to him and his heart swelled, reaching inside his jacket he pulled out what she had given him, there in his hands was

A knitted beanie in the shape of a crown.

Silvergate

Originally posted by mychemicalmaria

Pairing: Peter Parker X (Teleporting)Reader, Tony Stark X Pepper Potts

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: Mentions of a dark past, panic attacks, and an overload of heartfelt bonding


Adopting you after being discovered in not the best of circumstances, Tony has to struggle with the very idea of parenthood. And then also the idea that you’ve developed super powers. And then also that you have a boyfriend.


He could have dropped you off at an orphanage, could have just let you go and move on from the world of crazy scientists and terrorists. He could have… but he couldn’t. It riddled him with guilt and fear and second guesses but something about seeing a small child hooked up to a dozen monitors, head shaved and laden with surgical cuts, Tony just couldn’t leave you with someone and hope for the best.

So after quite a few court hearings and doctor’s visits it was, “Surprise Pepper, we have a kid!” And her pushing through a stone smile. “Can I talk to you. In private.”

But you were hard not to love. Patient and quiet, you had a shy smile when he gave you your own probably-too-big room filled with probably-too-many things.

“I uh, I didn’t know what kids these days liked so…”

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I am getting so overemotional about these few tiny seconds of the preview, someone needs to save me. But seriously folks, let’s take a look at this for a second. You’ve got Dean, finally opening up to Cas and Sam and admitting that he has a serious problem. And you can read the way he pauses to glance at Cas here really any way that you want, but to me it’s almost pleading. We know in the last episode that Dean had that talk with Cas about flinging him into the sun if he ever fell off the wagon again and now here they are. And to me Dean is looking at Cas like, ‘Okay, is this it?’ because Cas, in all the time that Dean has known him, has never once believed he couldn’t be saved. And I think its so telling who Dean chooses to look at here. I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but I think Dean cares so damn much  about what Cas thinks of him. For example back at the diner when Cas essentially called him a role model and Dean couldn’t help but allow himself a slight smile. And I think that in this moment Dean doesn’t even know what he wants from Cas. Because on the one hand, he knows he fucked up, he even called what happened at the house 'a massacre’ and I guarantee he’s beating himself up over it, having nightmares and replaying it all on a loop. But I also think there is a large part of him that still wants to see Cas look at him like he’s a role model. So he looks straight at his angel, the one who within 5 minutes of meeting him for the first time had stared straight into his eyes and proclaimed that Dean didn’t think he deserved to be saved. And now he’s questioning because does he still deserve to be saved? And Cas just kind of blinks and looks down and away and you can just see Dean’s face fall and he gives that tiny little micro-headshake and I can almost just hear him wondering what Cas thinks of him now and jesus fucking christ I have been compromised by 3 seconds of preview…

A regular day out.

This one is for @bootymebetter​, kinda based on the idea you sent:

“I have an idea for fluff? Maybe you could like do something where all the avengers people and stuff have movie nights or are generally just good friends and mess each other around a lot. Like, you could even write something like a day in the life of a normal avenger xD or even write what they think or dream a normal day for them is like i.e. ice cream on the beach with their friends or out for schwarma and beer and jollyness xD “

I really liked the idea of the Avengers trying to have a regular day, and how their idea of regular might be a little different to everyone else’s. Thank you for such an awesome idea!


A regular day out. That’s the plan, just a normal day. No mission today, no training, no need to be superheroes. We’re going to be just regular guys ‘n’ gals, doing regular stuff, like regular people. Brunch, a trip out, a walk in the park. Regular.

So, we start the day off with brunch. That’s a thing now, apparently. Back in the ‘30s, if you got up late on a Sunday, you skipped breakfast and went straight to church to atone for your tardiness. Now, you get up late, they got a special meal just for you. Howard shoulda put that into his Expo!

So, it’s me, and Buck, Sam and Nat, we’re sitting in this café eating eggs and croissants and bacon, drinking coffee, talking. It’s nice. Regular. We’re talking about sports and weather and politics and movies. Sam’s laughing at how little me and Buck know, what with being 70 years out of time; Nat’s making the usual jokes about films we haven’t seen, then Sam’s explaining them, which makes Nat roll her eyes. It’s nice. I’m sitting by the window and the sun’s shining on me, got my legs stretched out, one arm across the back of Buck’s chair, the other’s holding a steaming cup of coffee. The sky’s blue, the birds are flying past, the people outside are… the people are running. And screaming.

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Part Three, Chapter One: Wandering in the Wood

The Premise:
Jamie sends a dying Julia (aka Faith) and distraught Claire back thru the stones before he returns to the battlefield at Culloden, but there’s a catch.

Mother and daughter are separated on the journey.

Claire believes Julia to have remained with her father, and when she finds a small grave at Lallybroch bearing Julia’s name, it further solidifies this belief. Jamie, on the other hand, was left alone atop Craigh na Dun and believes his precious daughter to be in the future with his wife.

Julia was, instead, transported sixty years into the future ahead of Claire and grows up there. She is welcomed into a warm and loving family, but tragedy strikes as her adoptive mother is killed in a car accident. Three years later she is kidnapped by a band of buffoons looking for her birth parents.

This, my friends, is where we pick up in Part Three.  You can find links to read Parts One and Two here.


October 30th, 2017; Somewhere in the middle of the woods.
Julia.

The sun had set long before we got to where we were going, which was apparently somewhere in the middle of nowhere in North Carolina. It was pouring down rain and the windshield wipers could barely keep up. If I hadn’t been tied to it, I think I would have bounced out of my seat with the amount of potholes we hit. I swear Cruella was purposely hitting them all.

Our progress came to a stop quite suddenly and I wondered if we had hit something. Jasper unbuckled himself and moved to untie me. “Now, no–” he began.

Rolling my eyes as far as they’d go, I interrupted him, “No funny business, I know.”

The circulation to my hands returned in a rush and I rubbed them on the skirt of my school uniform to try to stop the unpleasant sensation. It didn’t really help. I peered out the front window, wondering where we were. A dim glow shone thru the downpour, but aside from that I had no idea what lay outside.

Horace slid open the door of the van and yanked me out into the freezing rain. He pulled me along beside him, straight thru the giant puddles that filled the front walk. A door opened ahead of us, illuminating our muddy path in a strange fluorescent light.

There was a man standing in the doorway, a silhouetted figure menacingly blocking our way.

“Here she is, boss,” Horace shouted to be heard above a roll of thunder and shoved me forward. I tripped and all but fell at his feet, whoever he was.

He steadied me with a firm grip on my shoulder as he held me out at an arm’s length for inspection. The light was still coming from behind him, shining right in my eyes and making it impossible for me to see. “Damn, you look just like him,” the figure commented.

Like who, my elusive birth father? This guy knew him too?

I felt like a guest on one of those prank shows. Surprise! This has all an elaborate hoax with hidden cameras! You’ve now completed level five and won a lifetime supply of Fruit Loops! In addition to these wonderful prizes, you get to confront the people who abandoned you as a child! All without parental supervision!

His hand lay heavy on my shoulder and made it clear that he was in charge.

Was this Crawford?

I looked up at him to see what he looked like as he ushered me inside, but found a rather ordinary looking guy. He wasn’t overly tall, maybe a little above average height, and didn’t have any remarkable facial features. His nose was straight, his teeth even.

Whatever I had been expecting to see as I walked thru the door, it wasn’t this. There were bulletin boards everywhere, each one carefully organized and labeled. A small table was shoved into the corner with two rickety chairs sitting next to it. Every surface was piled high with books and stacks of papers.

“How was your trip?” the man I assumed to be Crawford asked nonchalantly, letting go of me as the door closed behind us.

“Unexpected,” I quipped, growing colder and more annoyed by the second.

“I see you’ve your mother’s tongue too.” He turned to me as he picked up an apple out of a bowl of fruit and tossed it to me, “Hungry?”

I caught it easily and studied it for a moment.

This man believed a fairy-tale to be scientific fact.

I’ve seen Snow White. I know how this goes down.

I was not about to eat an apple offered to me by the bad guy and I tossed it back. “You take a bite first.”

He cocked an eyebrow as he did so, “It’s not poisoned.”

“Please excuse me if I don’t believe you,” I muttered and took it from his outstretched hand. Crawford shrugged indifferently as I took a bite. The tart, crisp apple made my mouth water and I devoured more than half of it before speaking again. “I take it you knew my birth parents, then?”

His eyes were guarded and his jaw clenched as he answered, “In a way.”

He knew them all right.

Something had happened between them and Crawford had been on the losing side, “They left me in the rain to die, what’d they do to you?”

One corner of his mouth tugged upwards at my sarcasm, “No love lost there, hmm?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I lowered the apple and spoke distinctly. “What did my parents do to you that you think kidnapping me will solve?”

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Guess who got reunited with her good old pal Post Processing Effects? That’s right, I did! \o/

It was uninstalled from my game for a while (mostly because it was constantly being updated and I couldn’t bother to keep up with all the changes), but I got it back again now aaaand… damn. I’d completely forgotten how surreally pretty it can make the game look! *____* Also, did you know that you could get a kind of sun flare effect in certain angles? Because I certainly didn’t! Granted, it happens under some rather unusual angles, but still… soooo pretteh! *o* To show you better how it looks in game, I made a crappy gif (that apparently only loops if you don’t click on the picture…why does Tumblr have to be so fussy about gifs, godammit? -__-).  

A is for: Attagirl

Notes: This is my submission for the ABC’s of Simon Challenge. I feel so terrible that it’s being submitted the last day, but with a lot of medical issues going on in my life, it was difficult to find the time to sit down and actually write. BUT! Ideas for this have been floating in my brain since I took this challenge on, and man, I’m so happy I was able to get it done. It really, really kick-started my muse again. <3 

For now this is a one-shot, but I might continue it in the future!

Tagging: @simons-thirst-squad

Warnings: Language

Characters: Simon x female OFC 

Rating: SFW (few mentions of innuendos, sexual tension and what not, but nothing explicit)

Word count: 2,445

Originally posted by openinglogo

Judging by the scowls upon the faces of the Saviors as they come rolling through the gates, I guess that the little trip to Alexandria hadn’t gone well.

It comes as no surprise, really, when we are all summoned to the courtyard with our fearless leader glowering from above, declaring with his usual bravado that we are going to war. Negan is, as usual, stunning; he’s tall and lean and so damn commanding, and yet for some reason, I always find my eyes straying from him, wandering instead to one particular Second-in-Command that is never terribly far.

Simon looks irritated, hands dangling in front of his thighs, thumbs looped through the belt holes of his jeans as he stands just behind Negan, who is now ordering everyone who is capable and willing to begin training to fight. To win. To demolish Alexandria.

One of my hands strays to the gun at my belt absently as my gaze continues to flicker from Negan (trying to listen, I swear) to Simon (who, for some reason, makes listening really fucking difficult). I’ve been with the Saviors for what must be close to a year now, keeping my head down, doing my work. Kitchen duty had been a nightmare, at first, until at last someone had seen my skills on the firing range and promoted me to gate patrol. It’s nice, I’ve always thought, being able to zip myself into my warmest jacket on cool nights, with the crisp air in my lungs and the moon high above me, the weight of my gun in my holster comforting and familiar.

Usually, night patrols were peaceful, uneventful. Just how I liked them. Which is why I was surprised to find that we’d had an intruder from Alexandria several nights ago; Negan had been furious, of course, in that strange way of his. I’d only been glad that it had been my night off. I wasn’t fond of the idea of meeting the iron, like Carson. Like Dwight.

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MY THEORY FOR SKAM

Okay so since this whole season is about misunderstanding people I feel like everything is just one big ‘this is not what it looks like’.

first with the yousana drama. I feel like Yousef did like Sana but after the fight he saw Sana look so upset by Isak getting hurt and stuff he got jealous. He could have thought they were a thing or even dating. (crazy to think that with all we know but anywayyy) he might not know that Isak is a little gay bean because correct me if i’m wrong but he seems out of the loop of all the balloon squad drama.

second I don’t know if i’m the only one who doesn’t hate Noora this season or what but here is the way i’m looking at it. Firstly Noora has been the only girl in the girl group to at least make a effort to be there for Sana though everything. I mean come on, she literally quit the god damn bus for her. and those people who are saying that she knew Sana likes Yousef, who could she? How could she possibly know something like that. Sana never told her and frankly she doesn’t really show that she likes him in front of the girls at all. leave my baby alone.

Third all the Even drama. I feel like it will all be sorted out soon but people are assuming the worst out of him and saying evak will break up soon because of it. Frankly I disagree. Because the Even i have grown to fall in love with is a good person and he might of done some bad things but that wasn’t him. I know this, and Isak knows this too. they have gone though so much, they will get though this.

Fourth with noora’s ‘news’. people are saying its going to be that yousef and her are dating but I really don’t think so. I feel like it might be something about william or maybe even something about the bus. I don’t really know. 

Anyways sorry i just has to rant for a second.

Make Your Move (Sinja)

Summary: After being dragged to the nearest ice cream parlor by his friend, Ja’far’s resigned himself to try to at least enjoy the moment.  The handsome stranger who walks in several minutes later may help.

A belated birthday present for @naoscifra - cheers!

Word Count: 1,157

Rating: K+

To be continued: Possibly(?)

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Baby Sister

Originally posted by samsfight

Pairing: WinchestersxSister!Reader
Word count: 1,072
Warnings: None
Author: Brittiny

Once your two older brothers shut the door behind them, you grinned. They had told you that you weren’t allowed to go to your friend’s house party. They didn’t, however, tell you that you weren’t allowed to go on a date. To a different party. You could taste freedom, as your eighteenth birthday was just under five months away.

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Things I've learned from Hetaoni

Things are always easier when you tell your friends.

Don’t do things alone, that’ll only make them harder.

“You need to learn to smile more naturally”

The happiest people could be carrying the heaviest burdens

Always value other people’s opinions

Everybody is important and useful in their own way

Your friends are always there for you

“The gentleman is always ahead of the hero”

“Two seconds is long enough to save the life of one (person)”

You are never alone

You can’t always be the hero

Fear can change people in drastic ways

And everyone’s favourite,

LOCK THE GODAMN DOORS

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I have never written this pairing before! Let’s see what I can do.

Tango’s curious. Tango’s so curious he might as well be named George instead of Tony. Doesn’t bother Whiskey much, but nothing bothers Whiskey much. He’s just not the type to get bothered. He doesn’t see why everyone else has to get so excited about shit. Life is the way it is, that’s Whiskey’s point of view and always has been. You take it and you deal with it.

And he deals with Tango. What’s the alternative, really? Bitch at him for all his questions? What good will that do? It’ll just upset Tango, and then he’ll have an upset Tango to deal with. Nah, it’s better to just indulge him. Let him be himself. Honestly, Whiskey secretly finds it kind of satisfying to hang out with Tango. Everything excites him, and it’s fun to watch. In a way, letting Tango get excited about things is the closest Whiskey can come to getting excited himself.

Today Tango’s in his dorm room. He asked if he could come, and Whiskey shrugged, because sure, hanging out with Tango is usually better than not hanging out with him, he guesses. Maybe it’ll even help. Lately Whiskey’s room has felt a bit like a prison. He’s not happy in the confines of small rooms in general, and this one feels particularly small, particularly confining. Sometimes he think he’ll itch to death if he stays there one more minute.

But maybe Tango will bring some… color to it, for lack of a better word. Some dimension. Just walking beside him, Whiskey feels something akin to encouragement. Being with Tango, he can breathe that much easier.

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Originally posted by romanian-plum

Dating Bucky Barnes would include (Part 2!)…

  • He secretly loves it when you play with his hair
    • But he does not appreciate the French braids
    • Or the fishtails…
    • Or any type of braid
  • A lot of time is spent getting him up to speed on what he’s missed
  • He only remembers things that are important to him - like Steve - and anything with Hydra he doesn’t like and tries to block it out
  • So you binge watch all the movies he’s missed, TV shows, buy a few used history textbooks from some college kids, and try to make it a fun little game
    • “People have been fighting over oil? Wait - why does America keep invading other countries?”
    • “At first, it was just trying to mediate the situation but yeah, I guess you could say America kind of started pushing democracy on other countries. The 50s through the 80s was like the real bad shit, though so we can -”
    • “Was there ever like two months without some type of shit going down?”
    • “Uh…Christmas”
  • Steve and Sam are your absolute best friends
  • You like annoying Bucky just as much as Sam does and you two are constantly teaming up together
    • “WHY IS MY HAIR GREEN? ALL I DID WAS WASH MY FUCKING HAIR”
    • “STOP WITH THE DAMN MAGNETS
    • OH MY GOD WHY DO I HAVE A TATTOO OF A FUCKING FALCON! (Y/N)! WHAT DID I DO LAST NIGHT”
  • You and Steve tell each other literally almost everything
  • Steve regales tales of Bucky being a complete idiot and then all of the times Bucky swooped in to save Steve’s ass. You don’t think you had ever seen Steve look so happy before
  • You would make sure Steve was always in the loop with anything Bucky remembered
  • Bucky trusted Steve, of course he did, but he was also terrified
  • Bucky would just wake up in the middle of the night and shake you awake, eagerly telling you something he remembered
  • On other nights, he’d wake up screaming and you’d shush him, telling him it was all right, that you were there for him
  • Steve had the sneaking suspicion (cough-oh my god it’s so obvious-cough) you two would spend the rest of your lives together
    • He was already writing up his best man speech
  • You will never forget the day you and Bucky attended a fundraiser for an animal shelter
  • They had some of the dogs with them and you knew as soon as Bucky kept stealing glances at the brown and white pitbull, he’d be asking you at the end of the day if you’d consider letting him adopt him
  • Sure enough, he came to you right before the two of you were about to leave
    • “Oh, I knew I was forgetting something!”
  • You hand him the filled out adoption papers
    • “You just have to sign here and…right there and he’s all -”
  • Bucky was never one for PDA - only within the confines of the Tower - but damn it, he fucking loved you
  • He pulled you to him, bodies flush together, and smashed his lips against yours, grinning at you before snatching the papers and asking if he could use your back for a moment
    • He named the dog Barkspawn
    • You had gotten him way into Dragon Age - like way into it
  • Tony did not like the fact there was now a dog in the tower
    • “Barnes, you could have told me if you were going to bring a dog home”
    • “All (Y/N)’s idea”
  • Steve is so excited and is the dog’s personal gift-giver
    • Like, seriously, this dog has so many toys, ten different collars and matching leashes, and God forbid if Steve didn’t get him his own personal handmade bed
  • The two of you practically lived in Bucky’s room in the Tower
  • Your room was just storage and Nat’s hiding place
    • No one went into your room (besides Nat and Buck, of course)
    • And Nat got damn tired of Sam and Tony arguing over dinner every night
  • Most nights, Bucky just stays awake and watches you sleep
  • You talk a lot, mumbling incoherent things
  • He tends to love it when you shift and realize you’re not wrapped around him anymore and you reach out for him
    • “Ugh…Buck…”
    • “I’m here, doll. Just go back to sleep”
  • After your first night together, there almost isn’t a place where you two haven’t had sex
    • Bucky loves to mess with Tony
    • “Oh, I wouldn’t touch that if I were you. Hasn’t been cleaned yet”
    • “It looks perfectly fi - OH GOD”
  • Bucky tends to get in these moods, especially if he’s had a rough mission
  • He just comes home with this look on his face and you just know it’s going to be one of those nights
    • You like rough sex with him because it isn’t just rough for him
    • He’s still so passionate and he still always asks for permission, even when he knows you’ll always say yes
    • How the fuck can’t I say yes to this man? Has he not looked in the mirror lately or something?
  • He hates it when you go on solo missions
  • Bucky needs to know where you are at all times
    • If he loses you…
  • But you always come back in one piece - maybe a few broken bones and bruises but you’re smiling at him and planting a kiss to his cheek
    • “What? That’s all I get?”
    • “I need a shower, Buck. I’ve got dirt in places it should never be”
    • “You’re injured. I say you’re gonna need some help taking your clothes off…”
  • At times, Bucky can be a bit overbearing and you just need a break
    • Nat and Wanda are there for you all the way
    • “Why are we watching strippers?”
    • “They’re all hot!”
    • “But (Y/N) has a boyfriend who can get jealous very easily, Natasha”
    • “Just watch the movie!”
  • Bucky does not know what to do during that time
  • For a while, he sits around, pacing, trying to think of something he can do
  • You’re in good hands, he knows this, but there will always be that little part of him that can’t let go
  • So he takes Barkspawn on a walk around the city and actually enjoys it so much, he begins doing it everyday
  • You’d go with him on most days, smile so wide because Bucky isn’t trying to hide anymore and he’s beginning to smile at everyone and he just looks so happy
  • For a while, Bucky had a drinking problem
  • It was mainly at its peak before the two of you met and got together, but it stuck around
  • You discovered it when you were cleaning out his closet (he literally threw everything clean in there and that was it) and found the stash
  • You brought it up as gently as possible and he broke down again
    • “It doesn’t help…I just wanted to feel something, even a little buzz, just so I could…”
    • “Shh, Buck, it’s okay, you don’t -,”
    • “No, it’s not okay. I did it every night and then…then you came along and I…I felt something again, doll”
  • Fuck, you love this man
    • “You’re making it sound like it’s a bad thing”
    • “It was when my heart was poundin’ against my rib cage and you just kept on with that pretty little smile of yours, but I knew - or I thought I did - you…”
    • “And what? You don’t think I had the same reactions? Jesus, Buck, for a brilliant soldier you sure are dense”
  • Shit, he loves you

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Oh my God I love writing these so much. Also, thanks so much guys! The first part of this got like 200 notes in just one day and that has never ever happened before so thanks for all the support!

acunningstargazer  asked:

Nova set her beer down on the pool table, making a soft thud. She stepped away and jumped up to sit on the edge of the table, mindful of the bottle. She fiddled with Eddie’s belt loops on his jeans before pulling him in between her legs, her nose filling with his distinct scent that instantly gave her comfort. She looked up and him and tilted her head to the side. “And how do I know you’re not lyin’, Kreezer?”

Eddie bit his lip when she pulled him between her legs, her fingers dangerously close to his crotch. She really did know how to get his damn body all riled up, but he wasn’t about to give in so easily. He leaned in, lips inches from her own, breath tickling across her cheek. He smirked when she blushed softly, clearly reacting to his proximity, and as she jokingly asked him for the truth, he could only smile at her.


“You’re my girl, darlin’. I ain’t about to lie to ya.”


(And with that, it has been a pleasure to RP with you! And giving Eddie a happy ending lol)

Unexpected Surprises: Grateful

Part II has FINALLY arrived!! It’s currently 3:30 AM, and I didn’t start the second half of this until midnight tonight, so honestly my brain is a little fuzzled right now and it’s totally possible that this is a piece of crap. With that in mind, I’d be very grateful for all feedback from you all, especially since I know a lot of you were anticipating this second part for so long! Happy reading!!

Part I


She had made it two months. Two months without sleeping with him, or kissing him, or even flirting with her roommate. Well maybe that last one wasn’t true since it seemed that every time Rhysand looked at Feyre, it was flirtatious, and Feyre couldn’t help but match exactly what he sent her way. But for the most part, she had stayed away.

To be fair, he was usually working if he wasn’t in his classes, but even then Feyre made sure to stay out of her apartment as much as possible. Doing homework in libraries, eating out instead of ordering in or cooking, and generally spending all of her free time in common spaces on campus instead of back home. And especially in the libraries that were on the other side of campus from the graduate school.

Her plan had worked for the most part. Of course, it was hard to avoid her roommate when they shared a bathroom, but Feyre had done her best to forget the incidents where she had walked in to use the toilet, forgetting that this was not Mor she was walking in on, and saw him standing there in a towel, wet and shirtless and much too beautiful for Feyre’s liking.

Her blushing and muttering and backing out of the room, only to stumble into the doorjamb, had not helped her case at all. And the haughty smirk he wore as she did her best not to admire his sculpted chest, the tattoos swirled across it, and those V-shaped muscles above his hips had not alleviated any of the redness in her face.

Besides those few times, their interactions had been mostly polite greetings in the morning or evening before one of them was either headed out the door or to bed. Occasionally, Feyre would find herself sitting on the couch next to him comfortably, chatting about their days and thoughts, but always made herself get up and walk away sooner than she would have wanted to.

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Romeo and Juliet AU 3/3 (Kanej, Wesper)

PART 1 | PART 2

Warning: character death

  • Inej is startled from her prayer session when she hears someone tapping on the doors that open on her balcony 
  • she goes out and sees Kaz looking like a butcher, twitching and bloodied, dark leather gloves ruined with splotches of more blood and still holding his sword/cane
  • she calmly lets him enter without batting an eye
  • unfazed. sharp. collected. saints, i don’t deserve her. 
  • is what Kaz thinks
  • Inej tells him that the ‘cousin’ was never family to her; her family was buried who knows when 
  • she plots to take Kaz out of the city by the end of the month since the Dime Lions would be combing over Ketterdam with a fine toothcomb 
  • so Kaz is confined to Inej’s room 
  • and Inej notices how he never takes off his gloves, never quite seems to look at her in eyes
  • he’s always impatient when she takes her daily hour of prayer and spoused his cynicism of the gods when she recites her proverbs ( “I’d rather not seek guidance from morally questionable deities.”) but never tries to sway her faith 
  • she’s never had someone she could talk to freely (Nina is wonderful, but Van Houden sent her on tasks whenever she could just to make Inej feel more isolated)
  • she brings him news from the streets of Ketterdam, tells him how the search for him is coming along 
  • Kaz realizes she’d make an excellent spy from the amount of complex detail she’s given him
  • the first time Kaz sees Inej swinging up the rafters of her room, he almost gasps
  • almost
  • so every day he watches her hop from rafter to rafter while he’s grounded on the floor with his cane and bad leg
  • but then one day Inej comes up to her room to find an extravagant white gown covered in pearls and diamonds lying on her bed 
  • and she can see Kaz reading the card with Dunyasha’s handwriting on it, his hands shaking 
  • Seven bells. In the dress. Or Van Eck loses a son.
  • Inej and Kaz lie side to side on her bed, hands close but not touching, faces turned away from each other
  • because there’s no point in indulging in this utopia anymore if the Dime Lions already know
  • morning comes too fast, and Nina helps Inej into the dress but can’t do much else with trembling fingers so Kaz offers to help 
  • silently he fastens the gleaming chokers around Inej’s sloping neck, helps her into the pale heels, slips lace gloves on her hands, and arranges the veil on top of her head 
  • as soon as he straightens out the train of her dress, Inej turns to look at him but Heleen strides in, smirking at Kaz
  • “Would you do the honors of presenting her to the bride, Brekker?”
  • Inej starts to shake her head 
  • but Kaz loops an arm around Inej’s to walk her down to the carriage
  • the carriage ride is silent, and Inej can feel her heart start to pound
  • without thinking, she loosens her grip on Kaz’s arm and her hand slides down to meet Kaz’s own gloved fingers
  • she can hear Kaz take a sharp breath but he doesn’t flinch away
  • Dunyasha waits for them inside the house of worship with a cold smile, dressed in swathes of organza and tulle 
  • Wylan is there too, with bruises all over his face and his handkerchief drenched in blood
  • Kaz hands Inej over to her but not before he presses Inej’s fingers against his own for a fleeting moment 
  • Dunyasha seizes Inej’s hand and grips it so hard that Inej can feel her pulse weakening at her wrist
  • Pekka Rollins pushes Wylan over to Kaz, and it’s revealed that the guards were only propping him up
  • Wylan was dead the whole time
  • Kaz looks at the corpse on the ground and leaves without a backward glance 
  • two days later, Kaz wakes up to hear that Dunyasha’s body was found near the fountain, two knives to her chest and one straight through her hand
  • Pekka and Heleen have mysteriously vanished 
  • Inej finally meets with Kaz at the joint tomb he built for Wylan and Jesper
  • “Are they dead?” he asks.
  • “Yes.”
  • Inej kneels then, and whispers a few words to the grave
  • “What are you doing?”
  • “Giving them thanks. They sacrificed our lives for us to live.”
  • and then Kaz realizes that this whole damn tragedy wasn’t their star-crossed lovers line
  • no, it was their selfishness to indulge in each other that sent a couple that truly loved to their early graves 
  • Inej stands back up and loops an arm around his
  • “Let’s not make their lives mean nothing.”
  • and Kaz looks down at her, takes off his gloves
  • and entwines his hand in hers
  • they stay that way until the sun sets over Wylan and Jesper’s tomb