look at what it resembles

The dark’s patience is infinite.

Eventually, even stars burn out.

So I noticed something...

Sasuke has always looked just like Mikoto but I love it when he’s around Naruto because when he smiles

HE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIS MAMA! Meanwhile whenever he’s with Sakura…

BOI HE START LOOKIN LIKE HIS DADDY REAL QUICK.

MC does successful suicide prank (Trigger Warning)

Geez, this is dark. You okay, Nonny? Sorry it took so long to do this request. I wasn’t feeling it and I didn’t want to half ass this. It was also very hard to think of this many ways to suicide… prank. So I made some accidental pranks. Maybe I overthought it. Anyways TRIGGA WARNING YALL.

I didn’t do the minor trio cause these were hard. But I did do Vanderwood cause I was able to think of something short and fun.

Yoosung

  • “MC, please, I need to study.”
  • Yoosung had ignored you so much the whole weekend.
  • The ONLY time you two had free time this whole month.
  • But what could you do, he was studying to get his Ph.D.
  • After dealing with this all day, you took some pills to soothe your head.
  • You left the bottle on the coffee table and took a nap on the couch.
  • You woke up to Yoosung shaking you, “MC, please wake up!”
  • You sat up and your gaze met Yoosung’s tears.
  • “I-I’m taking you to the ER, right now.”
  • He pulled you up from the couch.
  • “What? Why?”
  • His eyes darted over to the bottle of pills on the floor.
  • “Oh, I spilled the bottle!”
  • “Wait. You didn’t?”
  • “Didn’t what?”
  • In that moment, Yoosung’s knees buckled and he knelt on the floor.
  • “Yoosung, what’s wrong??”
  • He couldn’t even talk between his hiccups and cries.
  • After putting two and two together, you realized Yoosung thought you had overdosed.
  • “You thought I had…?”
  • You didn’t even need to finish that question cause all he could do was nod and sob.
  • You pulled him in for a kiss and serenaded him with loving words.
  • “I could never. I’m so happy with you. I love you.”
  • Yoosung didn’t leave your side that whole night.
  • He rather spend time with you right now than anything else.

Zen

  • “I’m not so sure, Mr. Director.”
  • “MC, it’s a little white lie! It’ll be the big money shot.”
  • “But isn’t this a bit much?”
  • “Look, it’s been weeks and he’s still having trouble emoting everything we need him too. We’re wasting so much time and resources on this.”
  • “I know, but I don’t want to scare him. We don’t even know how he’s going to react!”
  • Before you could get a response, the director spoke into his walkie talkie, “Zen is here, action.”
  • You looked over to Zen, who spotted you and waved at you.
  • You looked back up to the director who winked at you and said, “Break a leg!” And with that, he pushed you off the scaffolding.
  • “BABE?!”
  • You fell right up until 3 feet above the ground. The only support you had, a rope around your neck.
  • “MC! NO NO NO!”
  • He ran over to you and tried to push you back up. “HELP! SOMEONE, CUT THE WIRE!”
  • Stagehands rushed over and cut the wire around your neck.
  • Zen pulled you towards him and sat you down.
  • “WHAT WAS THAT?!”
  • “Zen,  I-.”
  • “No! Shut up! Do you know what you were trying to do! Do you know just how I would have felt if you succeeded?! A-are you not happy with me? I-I-I… What would I do without you?”
  • Zen collapsed to his knees in front of you. “What would even make you want to do this? Aren’t you happy with me? Did I do something wrong? I love you so much, my whole world almost ended with you.”
  • He reached his hand up to wipe the tears now on your cheek.
  • He pulled you into a hug, and you felt his chest heaving.
  • “CUT!” The director came out of his hiding spot.
  • “What?” Zen pulled back looking at the cameras around him.
  • “We did it! We finally have the shot!”
  • “What???” He turned back to you.
  • You unbuttoned your top to show a harness around your body, which is where the wire was really strung to.
  • “Zen, I- You were- I wasn’t on board with-”
  • “I told MC how you were having trouble portraying the right emotions and I thought it would be nice to do this stunt to help you along.”
  • Zen was angry, upset, crying, scared, but mostly relieved.
  • He took your hand and pulled you into his dressing room ignoring everyone else.
  • You spent the whole time apologizing, and Zen just held you lecturing in your ear and every now and then telling you how much he loved you.

Jaehee

  • You didn’t mean to prank Jaehee, it just came naturally.
  • You were in the tub trying out new bathbombs.
  • This one in particular had a nice red color with a sweet rose smell.
  • As the ball dissolved it left the water a deep red color.
  • “Looks like I am washing off someone’s blood. Kinda like my blood.”
  • As you dozed off, staring at the water you heard Jaehee come in.
  • Now’s good as time as any to play dead, right?
  • Nope.
  • Jaehee knocked on the bathroom door but since you gave no response, she opened it to make sure you were alright.
  • In a matter of seconds she was shaking your shoulders and yelling, “MC? Wake up! Can you hear me? MC!!!”
  • “Oh my god,” She turned around and grabbed her phone
  • But then she turned back to you who was now awake and you smiling.
  • “Gotchu!”
  • Your smile faded as you saw that her face was pale, eyes widened.
  • “Hey, Jaehee, it was a joke.”
  • No response from her.
  • All you feel is guilt now and all you think is, “Wow, dumb joke, me.”
  • “It’s okay, J–”
  • She cut you off and just screams at you, her grip tightening on your arms.
  • “It’s not okay!!! Do you know how scared I was?! Why would you even joke about this?!”
  • “Jaehee, your hands are hurting me.”
  • She realized how much of his composure she lost and let go.
  • “Please, don’t ever joke about this again. Never again.”
  • Tears forming in her eyes.
  • “Never. I promise.”
  • All you could do to reassure her was pull her into a hug.
  • You spent the rest of the night holding her, and telling her how happy you are to be with her.

Jumin

  • You were having a crappy day.
  • The cake topper would be spilling red wine over all over your blouse.
  • You didn’t even have the energy to clean up.
  • So you sat on the couch for a minute before proceeding with your day.
  • Only, you fell asleep.
  • It wasn’t long before you jolt awake from the sound of glass shattering.
  • Your eyes follow the sound to Jumin who was standing by the door.
  • He dropped his bags, but that wasn’t the issue.
  • His eyes were fixed on you, fear instilled in them.
  • “J-jumin?”
  • He finally let his breath go as he stumbled to you.
  • “MC, what would I have done if I had lost you?”
  • “Wh-what?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug.
  • “If this is a joke, I don’t understand it.”
  • You rubbed his back, clearly not understanding what he meant.
  • After a moment, he pulled back to ask, “Why are you even wearing that?”
  • You looked down and realized the wine formed what resembled a blood stain on your chest.
  • “Oh, oh!!!  It-I-I’m sorry! I meant to change and fell asleep!”
  • Jumin sighed before he started to unbutton your blouse.
  • “J-jumin?!?”
  • “I’m getting you cleaned up.”
  • You blushed after realized what you thought was wrong.
  • “But of course, that’s after I make you remember how much I would miss you if you did leave one day.”

Saeyoung

  • Saeyoung and you had driven to the top of a mountain.
  • You were both waiting for the sunset.
  • You peered the edge of a cliff to see how steep of a drop it was.
  • Finally you turned to Saeyoung and calmly asked, “Do you still love me?”
  • He looked at you a little confused but answered, “Yes.”
  • “How much?”
  • “Hum… This much!” He held his hands only a foot apart from each other.
  • “ONLY THAT MUCH?!”
  • He laughed right before telling you, “This much more than possible.”
  • Instead of hitting him like you would usually do, you smiled at him and whispered, “I love you too. And I’m so sorry…”
  • “Sorry for what?”
  • “This.” With that, you stepped over the edge.
  • “NO! MC!” He ran over to you faster than he ever moved.
  • He wasn’t even thinking and threw himself off the ledge after you
  • He was shocked that he landed two yards below the ledge… right in front of you
  • “SORRY FOR REVENGE!”
  • You finally got payback for the mean prank he pulled a while back.
  • You stuck out your tongue practically joyed that he believed it.
  • But you felt a drop of water on your face. Rain?
  • No… Saeyoung was crying.
  • You Fucked Up.
  • “W-wait. It was a joke! S-Saeyoung!?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug ever.
  • “Saeyoung?”
  • His entire body was trembling against you.
  • Just his silence alone was enough to make you regret everything.
  • “Saeyoung? I’m sorry. I wasn’t.. I didn’t think it through..”
  • “I love you so much so don’t ever take that away. Please, MC. Please…”
  • You hugged him back and only told him, “I’ll never take that from you.”
  • Now you two just had the new issue of getting back on top of the cliff.

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood walks into the room to find you face down in a pool of blood.
  • “MC, get up. I don’t have time for your jokes. Luciel is already a handful.”
  • He walks away.
  • You sit up.
  • Drat, Maybe next time.
  • “And clean up the mess.”

“An Agate terrifies, a Lapis terraforms”

This line stuck out a little bit to me. Since Same Old World, we haven’t really known why Lapis was even on earth in the first place, and according to this line a Lapis’ purpose is to terraform. Now, if you’re like me and have no clue what this means, look no further:

“transform a planet so as to resemble the earth, especially so that it can support human life.”

There have been some theories that Lapis were meant to be messengers, which would explain the wings, but it seems to be more than that. I think that Lapis was sent to earth in order to study it. 

Now why would homeworld need her to study the earth?

But let’s not forget about the theory of Lapis being a messenger, it still has some validity to it. Lapis was on earth to gather information for the human zoo, but she still needed to relay the information back to homeworld and that’s where a different power comes into play.

The mirror thing she did with her eyes, wasn’t an accident. I think that it’s a power that all Lapis Lazuli gems have. The gem who put our Lapis in a mirror, clearly knew what she was doing, considering that’s likely how they transfer their information. 

Basically,
Lapis was on earth to gather information for the human zoo.

2

Requested by crimsonheart01 

“Are you ever going to take off that stupid mask?”  A shocked sound escaped the masked man walking beside you as he came to a sudden stop, hands flying up to the neck of his mask.

“The mask and I are one.  I can’t take it off.”  When you didn’t stop walking, he jogged a few steps to fall back in step with yourself.

“Oh come on.”  You rolled your eyes before shooting a narrowed eye glance at your companion.  “I just want to know what you look like.”

“Well, I’ve been told that I resemble the love child of an avocado and an even older avocado.  And not gentle love making, like hard core, rough, angry, ‘why didn’t we divorce in 1982′ hate sex.”

That description had you halting, turning fully to face him as he stumbled to a stop as well.  “Now you really have to show me your face.”  

What Soul? - Peter Parker x stark!Reader

Words: 1318
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
Warnings: kinda cliche af
Requested by @betty234
Hey! I Saw your requests are open. Could you please write a Tony Stark x reader, or maybe Peter Parker x reader one shot, with the whole soulmate au where they have tattoos that symbolizes each other and he already likes her. Thank you so much”
Summary: In this world, soulmates are strange. The tattoos only appear after you have officialy met your soulmate; meaning some people never get theirs. They can also change what they look like depending on what is going on during the day. When your tattoo gets mistaken for a hickey, you have to explain what’s going on, but only find out it is much deeper then you could have ever imagined.
Authors Note: i havent actually written a soulmate au before, so this was fun! After the april fools joke today, I thought it would be a good idea to post a real imagine xD

Ao3

Peter Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Hey, Steve,” You sing-songed as you walked into the common room where the American flag himself was sitting. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot, kiddo,” Steve put down the book he was reading and listened to what you had to say.

You showed Steve your computer. “I’m learning about World War Two…”

Steve laughed, “You know my experience was much different than what they might be asking you.”

You shrugged and agreed with him, but hearing his stories of those days were always interesting. “I actually had to help Peter with this topic last month,” Steve nodded, and your face turned to confusion. You didn’t really know many people your age, considering you’ve been homeschooled all your life. It was just easier for your father to keep track of you by having you home all the time, and it became much easier once the Avengers became a thing. “You know, Spider-Boy. Your dad is always helping him out with his powers.”

“Oh, right! The one that’s always super awkward around me,” You nodded, a little laugh following. You scratched your neck, moving everything ever-so-slightly out of place to reveal what was on your neck.

“Hey! What the hell is that?” Steve moved your hair out of the way and turned your neck so he could see what was hiding. “Oh thank goodness, it’s not a hickey. I would have killed you!”

Keep reading

The only one (Ivar the Boneless x Reader)

Warnings : It’s kinda sad at the end; I didn’t mean for it to go this way but well… Also my English is bad heh.
Word count: 3708.

I don’t know who I should tag, so I’m just going to tag those who always like/comment oon my stuff (let me know if you want to be removed/added).

@rachiieee , @sconniebelle , @dangerousvikings , @nothingbuthappydays , @lordavanti , @dani-si , @bitchccraft , @kirah34 , @ivartrash , @ivars-heathen , @thinemineours , @taintedlittlesweetpea

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon, here’s the full request:

“Hihi would it be possible if you could write a fic about being in a secret relationship with ivar but he has to marry someone else and because of this you have to break up but he still loves you and tries to get you back and you get hurt in battle and it all comes out you had a relationship and he does anything to make you feel better??? Ps this is 100% my favourite blog, you have the most amazing writing 💗💗💗 “

I changed it a bit… Like, they’re already not together at the beginning. I hope you do not mind!

I’m sorry this is shit, I’m not fully satisfied with it…

Part Two.

You can read my Alex imagines here and here. And my first Ivar imagine here.


Wrapping the thick brown fur tighter around your trembling body you let out a shaky breath, your eyes focused on the far horizon; on the deep sea that separated you from home. It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen your family, your friends. Were they alright? Were they safe and healthy? Those thoughts kept you awake at night, praying to the Gods being the only thing that kept you sane. But it was all for a good cause, or so you hoped.

You have joined Ivar’s army and followed him to England as soon as you’ve heard of his plan to avenge his father. He had refused to let you come at first. ‘Are you insane?!’ You remember him shouting straight to your face, a few droplets of his spit even hitting your red cheek. ‘You’re going to get yourself killed. I won’t allow it. I cannot lose you.’ Crawling out of your wooden cabin, he had left you utterly confused that day. Why would he still care?

But you being your stubborn self ignored his pleas and showed up at the deck on the morning they were sailing off – your sword in your belt and your shield on your back, ready to fight. With an exaggerated sigh he gave you a short nod, allowing you to get on the boat.

That was weeks ago, and now here you were – in a foreign country, sitting on the dirty and slightly wet grass, alone. You could hear laugher coming from the camp further in the forest, but you didn’t want to be there. You didn’t want to see him. His thick dark hair and wide blue eyes have been hunting you ever since before you left Kattegat. Ever since that night – the night he broke your heart and crushed your dreams. He had met someone else.

It wasn’t exactly how he had phrased it, of course. He explained he had to marry soon; and his eldest brother had found a girl who was willing to spend the rest of her life with Ivar the Boneless. You had almost laughed out loud as these words left his rosy lips. You would have been more than happy to marry him; and deep down you knew he knew it. But it seemed all these months together meant nothing to him. All these walks, all these hugs, all these kisses and all these nights spent in your little cabin that meant the world to you; meant absolutely nothing to him.  

He had offered that you could still see each other; said that things did not have to change. But you couldn’t do it, you didn’t want to share the man you loved with some pretty blonde girl who has only arrived in Kattegat. You asked him to leave you alone that night, and after a few minutes of apologising he did – letting you cry yourself to sleep.

You’ve seen him around the village every day; and every day you pretended that everything was great while in reality your heart ached and every time your eyes met his you felt like it was being ripped straight out of your chest.

These feelings grew even worse when he started spending more time with her. She was beautiful, you couldn’t deny it. Her long blonde hair shone in the sunlight, her light blue eyes and her flawless skin gave her an angelic look that you surely did not have. She was a lady and you were a warrior. Your skin was scarred and your hair dirty most of the time, as you spent all of your free time training and learning new fighting skills. Yet you could still feel his eyes on you, watching you like a hawk. Observing your every move every time you would cross his path.

A loud shout followed by more drunken laughter brought you back to reality, back to England. Groaning you rose to your feet, hissing at how sore they felt as you took a few steps towards the deep voices emerging from the forest. Hiding your frozen face into the fur wrapped around you, you made your way to the camp slowly, dragging your feet in the cold mud.  

All eyes were on you as soon as you emerged from behind a large pine, the fire illuminating your tired face and messy hair. You bowed your head as your gaze met Bjorn’s, him giving you a small nod before returning his attention to Ubbe. You could see Hvitserk and Sigurd from the corner of your eye; eating and drinking ale. You wondered for a minute where Ivar was. Was he sleeping already? Or maybe just hiding in his tent? But as soon as the questions crossed your mind you got your answer, as you heard shuffling noises coming from your right.

You refused to look him in the eye thought, even as he murmured your name loud enough for only you to hear, begging you to stay. Swallowing the lump in your throat you marched towards your small private tent – the perks of being close to all the Ragnarssons.

He has been like this even since you’ve sailed off. Always nearby, asking you to hear him out whenever the two of you were alone. But you did not want to listen to him. It was too hard – having him right there, but not being able to touch him, love him like you used to. Who were you kidding? You still loved him, and you always would. But you couldn’t have him, not under these circumstances. Not when his soon-to-be wife was patiently waiting for him back home. You were not this kind of woman.

Branches cracked under your heavy boots, letting everyone know you were leaving even though you’ve just arrived. You thought you heard him let out a loud sight, but you weren’t sure anymore – your mind has been playing tricks on you these days. You always felt like someone was nearby, observing you. But when you turned around none was ever here.

Hvitserk called out your name, making you stop in your tracks and turn around. He offered you some food and with a gesture of his hand and a nod of his head asked you to sit next to him. He was concerned, you could tell. The way his brows furrowed and his lips formed a tight line gave it away. You knew they’ve all been worried about you ever since… ever since that night when Ivar left you.

But the worst part was that they didn’t even know what happened. Yours and Ivar’s relationship was a secret. None was aware of you two meeting every night; spending that time tangled under your sheets; breathing heavily as your bodies moved together. Not even his brothers. So when you started acting strangely – spending less time on the training grounds, avoiding them and barely speaking to them, the Ragnarssons got curious and started asking questions. But you always brushed them away with a small smile and a carefree wave of your hand, saying they wouldn’t understand.

Smiling at him, you shook your head slowly, declining his offer, and you could practically hear him sigh even from where you were standing, on the other side of the burning fire. You weren’t even that hungry but the way he looked at you, with pity, his eyes filled with what resembled sadness, made you feel uncomfortable and guilty. He was like a brother to you, they all were. And it pained you to see him like this, all because of you.

Closing your eyes for a second, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves before re-opening them again. Your heartbeat quickened as you noticed the youngest son of Ragnar sitting on the log next to his brother now. How did he even get there so quickly? With another slow puff, you smiled at Hvitserk once more before turning back around, leaving the group behind as fast as your aching legs would let you.

You had a long day ahead of you and needed to rest. If the weather conditions permitted it, your army was to attack tomorrow. You had to be ready.


Shouts and grumbles of impatient warriors woke you at an ungodly hour. Squinting your eyes, you peered to your left only to be met with nothing; like you did every morning for the last couple of months. It was automatic, really. A bad habit. One you couldn’t wait to get rid of.

Your night had been really short but eventful; filled with realistic dreams of the only man whom you did not wish to dream of anymore. You’ve woken up more than once, sweat pooling down your flushed face, shivers running down your spine as your eyes wandered around the dark shadows in a search of him. But he wasn’t here, and deep down you were grateful of that.

Throwing the furs off your body, you got up and immediately put on your armour. The smell of freshly roasted chicken reached your nostrils and as in on cue, your stomach grumbled. Peering out of your tent, you easily spotted where the mouth-watering scent came from and made your way there; greeting a few fellow Vikings on your way.

You sat near the shield maidens, not paying much attention to their conversation as you dig in; barely chewing before swallowing. You probably looked like Hvitserk at the moment, very unwomanly like, but you couldn’t care less. You were starving.

Deep in thought about the oncoming battle, you did not notice the man who a few feet away from you just as you reached for a second piece of meat. You did not feel his eyes on you; so soft and filled with love. He just sat there, silent. Taking in your features he had missed so much.

Leaving you was the hardest thing Ivar had to do in his life so far. He loved you, yet he left. Deep down, Ivar felt like he never was enough for you. So he believed leaving you was the best thing to do. He knew you would find someone new; someone who’d make you smile wider and laugh louder than he did. A nice Viking who would take good care of you; not an irritable and stubborn man like him. He believed you deserved to be with someone who would fill all of your desires and turn your life into dream. Not with a selfish young brat with a passion for murder and blood.

So when Bjorn introduced him to the blonde woman, a princess of some sort, he saw it as an opportunity. He did not love her like he loved you; he couldn’t even stand the woman. She was too fragile, too shy for him. She was weak and boring, always complaining about everything; while you were the strongest woman he has ever met, always with a smile plastered to her face. She was your polar opposite.

But he couldn’t marry a warrior; it was way too risky and complicated. So he went with Bjorn’s offer, and decided to marry the so-called princess.

Clearing his throat, he finally got your attention. Ivar smiled uncomfortably as the look of pure panic crossed your bright E/C eyes. But you did not budge and he sighed in relief, settling back in a more comfortable position with his legs thrown straight in front of him. He ran his hands up and down his tights, easing the pain. You diverted your eyes away from them as soon as you caught yourself staring, although you knew he did not mind. You’ve seen his legs on multiple occasions; he wasn’t ashamed of them in front of you.

Looking around you’ve only now noticed the few women who surrounded you only minutes ago were now gone and the closest person was a slave cleaning some armours, standing what seemed like miles away from the log you were sitting on.

Throwing the last chicken bone into the still burning fire, you cleaned your hands using your tunic. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears growing louder and faster, but you refused to move, to say anything.

What did he want? Didn’t he see how he was just making things more difficult by trying to get to you every single day? You could see him shuffle from the corner of your eye, his body moving an inch closer to yours. He took in a deep breath before opening his mouth.

“I don’t want you at the front of the line today, Y/N.” He said softly, making your brows furrow. You turned to face him and was met with the big blue eyes you’ve missed so much. But you could not believe what he was saying. You were one of his best warriors, always in the first row.

“What?” You asked, your breath short and voice sharp it made him gulp slowly, leaving you quite satisfied.

“I want you to stay back, only attack if you really have to.” You were beyond enraged by now. Standing up, you huffed and were ready to stamp off when he grabbed you tightly by the wrist, bringing your body closer to his. You gasped at the sudden movement, your messy hair falling into your eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt, love.” And as this word left his mouth, you lost it. The way his blue eyes bore into yours, the way his lips curved as his thumb caressed the dry skin of your wrist was way too much for you to handle on such a day.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, Ivar.” Breaking away from his grasp, you brought your hand to your chest holding it there as for a few more seconds you stared into his mesmerizing eyes. You gave him a stern look to which he responded with another small smile before you turned around, marching back towards your tent to get your shield and get ready to leave; blinking back the tears that threatened to spill down your puffy cheeks.  


You were stubborn, extremely stubborn. And as much as Ivar wanted to yell at you from his chariot; chase you and reprimand you for disobeying his orders, he couldn’t. Instead he smiled a smile barely visible to the human eye. He was scared, terrified even. But also so proud of the warrior you had become.

He watched from afar as you ran among the others Vikings; your shield securely placed in front of you and your sword pointing towards the enemy. You looked furious; your body radiating such energy. He could practically hear you growl and see your eyes darken as you made your way to the front, slashing bodies on your way. His breath hitched as he saw the Saxon’s blood splash over your gorgeous face. A wicked smirk pulled at the corners of your lips as some of it reached your tongue, the metallic taste taking over your senses.

The way your body moved so freely, so naturally, got him in a trance. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. That is until Floki shouted his name, giving him an annoyed look before he took off, an axe in his hand.

The battle was in full swing, the Saxons defending themselves well; but Ivar had faith in his army. He had no doubt about their victory. His victory. His blue eyes shone with mischief as he watched his man slaughter the poor bastards, laughing occasionally as some of them begged for mercy on their knees.

He looked from his chariot as his army progressed leaving massacred, bloodied bodies behind. Screams, groans and the smell of blood filled the chilly air, leaving the prince grinning, satisfied. He felt at the top of the world, as if Odin himself was patting him on the back. His heart full with pride.

Defeated, the Saxons started to retreat, running away from the Heathen’s army as fast as their damaged physiques let them. Moving his chariot forward, Ivar smirked; his cheeks almost ached. He had led his people to victory.

But the moment was short lived as from the corner of his eye he saw the familiar mess of H/C hair, lying motionless on the ground. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he practically threw himself off the chariot, crawling his way over the dead bodies until he reached you.

Turning you around, his worried eyes examined your frame, his hands immediately moving up to cup your cold face. You were alive. He could feel your faint pulse under his thumb as he stroke it down your neck, letting him know that your heart was still beating. His breaths grew heavier and his hands clammy as he frantically looked around, silently praying to the Gods to send a healer your way.

A small whimper followed by a cough made him turn back to face you, his mouth hanging agape. Your beautiful E/C eyes fluttered open, focusing on him as you tried to push yourself up onto your elbows – but you gave up as soon as you tried, an agonizing pain taking over your left side. Looking down you noticed a dark patch of thick blood coating your tunic. You let your head fall back down, only for Ivar to catch it before it hit the hard ground.

“Don’t move.” He murmured as you reached for the wound with your free hand, chocking on his words. Your eyes met his once more and you couldn’t help but to smile at how concerned he looked.

“I’m alright.” You replied tiredly, coughing out some blood. Alarmed, Ivar brought your body closer to his; holding you to his chest as his hand moved to your side; covering the wound so you wouldn’t bleed out.  Your head felt heavy and your mind dizzy; your vision blurred. Yawning, you decided to close your eyes only to open them seconds later as the blue-eyed Viking called your name.

“Don’t close your eyes.” His fingers played with your hair as he looked down at you, paying close attention to the sounds and expressions you made. What was he even on about? Furrowing your brows, you scoffed, burying your head into his warm chest. You could feel him yell more than you could hear it; his chest swelling up and vibrating as he called for help.

Heavy footsteps made the ground around you shake as you laid immobile in Ivar’s arms; breathing in and out, in and out slowly. You felt good, really. At peace. You were finally back in the arms of your lover; back where you belonged. A hint of guilt pinched at your heart as you remembered the princess back in Kattegat but it did not last long, as another pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your spent body; lifting you off Ivar’s lap.

And that’s when you realised you weren’t alright. Your whole body felt numb and cold. You could feel that the tip of your nose, your fingers and your toes were frozen. You could feel blood and saliva running down your exposed neck; the wound on your side opening up as the person carried you somewhere. You cried out, with all the force you had left. Screaming in agony as they placed you on a wooden floor.

“I’m right here, love.” His voice was trembling, soft yet filled with so many different emotions. Pain, fear, dread. He wasn’t ready to lose you. Not now, not ever. He was planning on talking to you after the battle, not letting you go until you listen to him this time. He wanted to tell you he was going to leave her, and be with you again.

He was going to hold you, kiss you and eventually make love you again, after all those months. It was all organised in his mind. You were supposed to go back to Kattegat together, and get married. You’d move in with him and start a family. He couldn’t care less about what his men or his brothers would say. He wanted you and only you. You were the right person for him.

But now here you were, lying in his arms again while his older brother drove the chariot to the camp. He was convinced everything would go back to normal, but once again he could feel it slip right through his fingers.

Tears filled your eyes as you watched him bite on his lower lip nervously. Were you going to die? Gods, you hoped not.

“I- Ivar.” You chocked out, groaning at how dry your throat felt. His focus was on you in a second, blue eyes boring into yours. You gave him a reassuring smile, your right hand moving up to his face. He did not try to stop you but moved his face into your palm instead. You felt him relax under your touch, your thumb tracing circles on his hot skin. He was so warm compared to you.

“Rest, Y/N. They’re going to take care of you.” He said and you swear you saw a single tear run down his cheek. You nodded your head slowly, relieving in his warmth and his sweet calming words. “I love you, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

His words were the only thing keeping your head out of the water; giving you strength and will. You could only nod and hoped the way you looked up at him was enough to let him know that you loved him too.

The noise around you increased; voices and hushed grew louder – signalling you were almost there.

Taking one last glance at the man of your dreams, your lips curved into a small smile. You loved him; you trusted him with your whole life. You knew he was going to get you out of here; take good care of you.

Ivar’s hand found yours, squeezing it tightly – letting you know he was right here, and he would always be from now on. Closing your eyes, you finally let yourself relax knowing you were going to be taken care of. Knowing that when you open them again, the first thing you’ll see will be him and that you’ll never have to keep them away from him ever again.



A/N: I hope y’all weren’t expecting a great ending; you should know by now that I suck at these lol

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Things I just cannot laugh at anymore:

1) Kojuro being needled for his age

2) Yukimura’s perpetual virginal innocence

3) Inuchiyo being cockblocked by anyone or anything

Shower Time Confessions

Summary: Castiel was a virgin whenever you took him under your wing and decided to show him all of the ways you could pleasure each other - you just didn’t expect to fall in love along the way.

A/N: I know, I know! I said I’d have this up last night. I kind of…passed out. heheh

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), language, fluff that hurts sooo good.

Word Count: 1.3k

Originally posted by magnificent-winged-beast

Mmm, Cas, yes..” you trailed off as your hands threaded into the dark brown locks that belonged to the angel between your thighs.

L-left,” you whimpered, guiding his head to your right and his left so that his tongue drug across your folds perfectly- “fuuck, right there… oh god.

You cried out as his tongue swiped up and down, leaving you panting and writhing beneath him as your orgasm washed you over only a second later, your throbbing sex exploding with the intense pleasure you’d been chasing after for the last hour before Cas pulled away.

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The Loutten Conspiracy.

You’ve all heard about HarrDuck, but have you taken the time to consider Loutten, AKA Louis the Kitten? This conspiracy might just be one of, if not, the most plausible conspiracy we’ve ever covered on this blog. Let’s get into it.

Most widely popularized by James Corden of the Late Late show (seen above), the conspiracy that Louis Tomlinson is in fact a kitten began when James himself requested a member of One Direction to stand in as his Bond Villain cat. Who would he happen to chose? Without any hesitation? None other than Louis William Tomlinson. While this was a shock to some people, to see him so effortlessly “impersonate” a feline, this conspiracy actually has quite the background of substantial evidence, each piece of proof getting more and more convincing as we move along…

Proof #1: The scrunchy face

Quite the resemblance for someone just “squinting”

The comparison between Louis Tomlinson in his natural state of joyful detestation and that of a cat in a similar state are eerily similar, right down to the whiskers. Does this mean that Louis has been a feline all along?

Proof #2: Sweaterpaws

Sweaterpaws. PAWS. P A W S.

While many a human can control themselves when presented or robed in a baggy/oversized garment, it would appear that one Louis Tomlinson could not do the same. Is it because he’s youthful at heart? Or, more plausibly, because kittens love to paw at floppy fabrics/strings/knits/anything that dangles? 

Here’s where things get really real for this conspiracy…

Proof #3: Exclusive candid photo of HarrDuck and Loutten sharing a smooch

Compared to a photoshopped picture of what “human” Louis and Harry would look like kissing, the resemblance? Uncanny.

This is one of the more startling pieces of evidence in favour of Loutten and HarrDuck. The fact that this piece of proof reflects consistency in both conspiracies is what truly makes this piece of evidence feel more meaningful and important. Still not convinced? Well…

Proof #4: Exclusive footage of other members of One Direction holding “unknown” kittens while Louis remains out of frame or “absent”

Both Tabby cats…blue collars…seems…odd.

Sure, we can look at these pieces of evidence as mere oversights, maybe those are other kittens, they can’t possibly be Louis how absurd! …Or is it? In the first picture, Zayn Malik is pictured with an unidentified kitten. As we know, Louis and Zayn used to be particularly close (we’ve all seen the “joint lit, happy days” leaked footage) so it wouldn’t be out of character for them to have been hanging out outside of work-related obligations. “Human” Louis has no alibi to explain his whereabouts at the time of the picture, which only further pushes the idea that Louis is that kitten.

The second piece with band member Liam Payne seems to come with an alibi, Louis was also on stage at this point (just out of frame of this gif) however because Jimmy Kimmel is pre-recorded who knows what kind of editing techniques could’ve been used here. The fact that there’s exclusive cutting and quick camera work when we get a full picture of all the boys leads us here at 1Dunsolved to believe the “porno background” Harry spoke of was more than likely a green screen to allow a projection of “human” Louis while kitten Louis was cradled in a teacup.

This brings us to our most relevant and shocking piece of evidence. If you weren’t convinced yet, this HAS to do the trick…!

Proof #5: Even Google believes Louis is a kitten

In this case, 2+2=4

So what is the truth? Will we ever know? If this is true, what does this mean for Louis’ future solo career? With 2/4 members potentially existing as human/animal hybrids of sorts, what does the future look like for One Direction? However much evidence we think we have, there is no confirmation of this theory by Louis or his reps. We tried calling multiple times and they blocked our number… Awkward.

Therefore, this mystery of “The Loutten” remains

UNSOLVED.

-The First Ghost

I might be visiting Germany very soon so that means I’m going on a special mission to find the SWTOR mission logo on the Commerzbank buildings!

Wish me luck~ though they’re everywhere so hopefully shouldn’t be hard ;)

I will also be continuing my tradition of finding Star Wars related things on every holiday I go on!

anonymous asked:

serious question here! How does the voices of your OCs sound like? Especially Kiis?

Omg. I actually thought about this for a long time LOL. I remember I would used to listen to singers and be like “This is what this character sounds like” BUT LMAO OK GOD I FEEL SO WEEB BC ALL THE VOICES I’VE CHOSEN ARE FROM JAPANESE VOICE ACTORS I WANT TO CRY. I’ll put up links added to the VA’s name so you can listen along and imagine with me AHHHHH

Rein

Junichi Suwabe 

I’d always imagine him having a deep and sort of raspy voice and FML WHEN I LOOKED UP JUNICHI, I ALSO FOUND OUT HE’S THE SAME VOICE ACTOR AS VIKTOR FROM YOI LMAO)

Gio

Nobuhiko Okamoto

His voice is also a bit raspy and I like how Nobuhiko’s voice can get low and pretty high, so he has a nice range eee 

Cerys

Sora Amamiya

Her voice isn’t super high pitch or too low, so I thought Sora’s voice was pretty calming and fits Cerys’ character

Micah

Mamoru Miyano

Can I just say that Mamoru Miyano is one of my favorite voice actors. He’s really good at doing pretty sinister voices– but at the same time peppy ones??? Which is good since Micah’s pitch tends to change whether he’s awake or sleepy haha.

Nuri

Kana Hanazawa

Oh boy I love Kana’s voice lol. It’s super cute! But not obnoxiously cute?? Like the perfect balance of cute and feisty huuu. AND CONFESSION UH THIS ISN’T TECHNICALLY A PICTURE OF NURI, BUT ANOTHER OC I HAVE THAT I DON’T DRAW ANYMORE, BUT STRONGLY RESEMBLES WHAT SHE WOULD LOOK LIKE WITH COLORS LOL.

Sin

Ayumu Murase

Omg tbh finding a voice for Sin was so freaking hard because their voice is pretty ambiguous??? So like from the bunch, the closest voice I think resembles Sin the best are the more calmer sounding voices, for example the voice clip of Allen Walker (D Gray Man) and Shin Aonuma (Shinsekai Yori), but even then it’s still so tricky ahh

Uriel

Akira Ishida

I wanted him to sound sophisticated and a bit… condescending lool And well I love Akira’s voice ahaha

Wicked Willow

Daisuke Namikawa

I really love his voice for Hisoka tbh– I can picture Willow having a voice where he just… has a tinge of lust– or blood lust in it LOL. Kinda creepy, but melodic too. Rather than linking to the different voices that Daisuke did, I just linked Hisoka moments ahaha.

Kii

Takahiro Sakurai

OK I HAVE A LOT OF FAVORITE VOICE ACTORS. BUT I LOVE TAKAHIRO SAKURAI’S VOICE SO MUCH. And I think it just fits pretty well with my favorite parasite~  

BUT YEAH SHIT I PUT A LOT OF THOUGHT INTO THIS LMAOO I UH HOPE U ENJOY AHAHA

anonymous asked:

That headcanon about Spy's face was really dark and interesting. Can I read your fanfic anywhere?

Unfortunately that fanfic is written in German, but I can give you a rough summary:

Sort-of headcanon/origin story for Spy:

  • Long before he was recruited by Mann Co. he worked as an assassin and secret agent in many European countries and later all over the world.
  • He realised too late that the government he had been working for that time, was planning to get rid of him because he learned too much.
  • It was shortly after he left Scout’s mum when he was lured into a trap in a chemical factory.

  • As a result of a huge explosion there he lost lot of his teeth and his face was disfigured beyond any recognition.
  • The government thought he was dead, but he managed to escape, at the brink of death.
  • He received a brand new face with plastic surgery and a set of artificial teeth from an underground doctor who owed him a favour. 
  • As soon as he had recovered he left the country with a new identity and went underground for some time.

  • The explosion didn’t only take Spy’s face and teeth, it also took his sense of smell.
  • To this day his nose is very sensitive and easily irritated, so he usually covers it with his mask.
  • Since anosmic people can’t taste food either they don’t enjoy eating as much as other people.
  • That’s one of the reasons Spy is so skinny: He just doesn’t care much for food because he can’t enjoy the taste and smell of it.
  • Because he can’t smell he’s secretly scared of smelling unpleasantly, so he takes a shower at least twice a day and brushes his teeth after every meal.
  • He has, however, mastered the skill of covering up his anosmia. He guesses smells and tastes from the way people around him react to things. None of his teammates know that he can’t smell (even if he sometimes acts peculiar). 
  • When Spy met Scout’s mum again after all those years she didn’t recognise him. His face was completely different, his English had improved and he had used a different name back then.
  • Sometimes Spy looks at Scout and tries to remember what his original face looked like, to see if his son resembles him.
  • Despite all the years that have passed, he still feels slightly uncomfortable and sometimes startles when he sees himself in the mirror.
ATHAZAGORAPHOBIA

THE FEAR OF FORGETTING
THE FEAR OF BEING FORGOTTEN

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METATHESIOPHOBIA: THE FEAR OF CHANGE

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~2500

Summary: Bucky’s POV; It’s been nearly thirty years since you were separated from the man you called Зима, Zima, Winter. He was made to forget you, and he never knew why. What had the two of you done wrong? Now that he’s found you again… well…

Warnings: Angst, Fluff-ish

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

Her hand so small in mine. Her skin is warm and soft and just as I remember. The slow rise and fall of her chest should bring me comfort. I suppose it would if she didn’t also have a tube down her throat. They tell me she’ll be fine, that she’ll wake up in time, but there’s no way to know how long it’ll take. There’s no sound in the room aside from the beeping of the machines and the pumping ventilator.

“Soldat, this is (Y/N).”

I remember the fear in her eyes, and at the time I thought it was me she was afraid of.

“We’re giving her to you.”

It was like they were giving me a pet. They made me responsible for her, gave me freedom I didn’t have before her. She was a soft light through the darkness.

“Come on, Зима. Please?”

“You have to stay here.”

“But I can help.”

“You’re not ready to be in the field. Maybe next time.”

“Promise?”

“As long as you promise to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”

“I promise.”

She smiled, her eyes bright with hope. I should have taken her with me. Maybe she would have been okay.

A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my silent reverie. Steve comes in, sympathy clear in his face.

“It’s been two days, Buck.”

“I’ll wait here for two weeks if I have to.”

He sighs, picking up a chair and setting it down beside me for taking a seat.

“Who is she?” he asks.

“She was my everything when I had nothing. I didn’t know what to think of her when they gave her to me. I trained her, taught her everything I knew. At first, it was like a having pet or a child. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her.”

“So what happened?”

“I left on a mission. She asked to come with me, but I told her she needed to stay, made her promise to stay out of trouble. All I wanted to do was protect her. Everything was fine until I started asking for her. They put me in that chair, strapped me down.” I caress the back of her hand with my thumb, “When they brought her out, she had a black eye. Her face was swollen. She had no fight left in her when they sat her across from me. They wiped me in front of her. I can still hear her begging them to not to do it. She blamed herself.” When I finally look at him, I find him staring at her face with a complex expression twisting his features, “They put me back under, and when I woke up she was gone, not that it mattered. I mean, my memory of her was gone until a couple of years ago. Even then, I thought she was dead.” I turn my attention back to her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “I just want her to wake up. I want to make things right.”

“I won’t ask you to leave her, but I did bring you a change of clothes and some other stuff I thought you might need.”

I smile, patting his back with my free hand, “Thanks, pal.”

“Go change.” He says, gesturing to the small duffel bag by the door, “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

I nod, standing and taking up the bag from the floor. Even though I know the odds of her waking up while I’m gone are slim to none, I still hesitate at the door. I spare one more glance to her sleeping face before finally leaving the room.

After a week, we arranged for a cot to be put her room. Every night, Steve spends about thirty minutes with her while I get cleaned up.

After a month, it seems like everyone around me is starting to give up hope. I can’t give on her.

I need to know what she remembers. I need to know what they told her. I need her to know that what happened was not her fault. Above everything, I need her to know that I loved her, that I love her.

The heart monitor begins to scream as her heart rate proceeds to climb. My first thought is that I’m losing her. I stand at her side, leaning down so that my lips are beside her ear, and I beg her not to leave me. Then her eyes open and she’s gasping around the ventilator tube. I try to keep her calm as doctors and nurses flood the room.

Even though she’s looking at me, I’m not sure she’s actually seeing me. Her eyes stay on me as I’m pushed from the room.

It’s been a week, and they still won’t let me see her.

A meeting’s been called. Everyone sits in their usual seats around the large conference table. Bruce is the last to join us as he’s accompanying Helen; they’ve both taken responsibility for (Y/N)’s care. She gives Steve a small stack of files. He takes one and sends the rest around the table. I’m the last to get one; (Y/N)’s name is printed on the edge.

“The files you’ve been given contain everything I’m about to show you along with the transcripts over every evaluation she’s undergone in the last two days and the results of all medical exams.”

Natasha picks up the tablet that sits on the table in front of her and taps a few buttons before a projection comes up at the front of the room. (Y/N)’s picture takes up half the screen while the other half is dominated by her information.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). Born in a military hospital in Spain on _____, 1969. Biologically, she’s 47, physically 22. (Hair Color). (Eye Color). (Height) inches tall and weighing approximately (Weight) pounds.” The slide changes to a picture of the facility she was recovered from. “A month and a half ago, she was found in a state of cryogenic sleep in this HYDRA facility in France. After comparing her blood to that of both Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes, it is apparent that she has a trace amount of the altered serum in her system. FRIDAY, the light please.” The room darkens as the image on the screen shifts, “This is the first interview, conducted a few hours after she first woke up. Her voice is soft and little hoarse. Refer to transcript number one if necessary.”

The video starts, the camera focused on (Y/N)’s face.

“Do you know your name?”

She nods. “(Y/N).”

“My name is Natasha. I just need to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”

(Y/N) nods again.

“Do you know where you are?”

“They tell me I’m in New York.”

“That’s right. What can you tell me about yourself?”

(Y/N) shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember. (Y/N), I want to show you some pictures. Would that be okay?”

“What kind of pictures?”

“Scenery. People. Some things that might help jog your memory.”

“Okay.”

The first picture is shown to the camera – a snowy scene with the Siberian facility in the distance – before being passed to (Y/N).

“Do you know what you’re looking at?”

“Siberia. The building looks familiar.”

“Good. How about this one?”

It’s a wide-shot of the inside of the facility. (Y/N) visibly flinches as she takes the picture. She stares at it in silence for a moment before turning it face down on the bed.

“And this one?”

It’s an image of the chair, the very thing that played a part in our separation.

“I remember.”

Her voice has fallen to a whisper, fear and recognition clear on her face.

“Okay. Do you know this man?”

Even I don’t remember his name, but I know he was there. He was always there. (Y/N) looks confused as she shakes her head.

“And this one?”

Karpov.

Fear takes her over again, and she refuses to even touch the picture. The beeping of her heart monitor begins to speed up as does the rise and fall of her chest.

“Okay.” Natasha tears the picture in half and tosses it to the floor, “Take a deep breath. It’s okay.” (Y/N) nods, tears now filling her eyes, “Just two more.”

It’s me, but it’s a recent picture.

“He was there when I woke up.”

“He was. Okay. Last one.”

It’s a picture of me as the soldier, as the man she called…

Зима. Winter.” She snatches the picture from Natasha’s hands and holds it tight, “He’s alive. He was here.”

“He is here.”

“Can I see him?”

“Not yet but you will soon. I promise.”

“Can I keep these?”

(Y/N) picks up the other picture of me and sets it atop the first.

“Of course.”

The screen goes black, and the lights come back up.

“As you can see, recalled quite a bit more than expected. She was given some time to rest after this and he physical evaluation was complete. She’s completely healthy, and her mind is recovering quickly. The second interview, conducted two days later, covers the circumstances of her capture as well as her connection to the Winter Soldier.”

(Y/N)’s sitting cross-legged on her hospital bed across from Natasha. They’re playing some kind of card game.

“How are you feeling today?”

“I’m okay.”

“You certainly sound better.”

“They say my throat is almost healed.”

“Do you mind answering some more questions for me?”

(Y/N) looks up at Natasha, “What kind of questions?”

“About your relationship with Winter and the circumstances of your capture.”

(Y/N) bites her lip and fiddles with the cards in her hands before nodding, “Okay.”

“Let’s start with how you ended up with HYDRA.”

“I had just started a new job as a secretary for some tech company. It was early 1989; I was almost twenty. I left work late one night. The last thing I remember before waking up in that place was walking into my apartment.” She seems lost in thought, her gaze distant as she continues her story, “During my first year there, Vasily took care of me.”

“Vasily Karpov?”

“Yes.”

“And when you say he took care of you, what do you mean?”

“Looking back, I guess you could say it resembled the way a father cares for his child. Oddly enough, he made me feel safe.”

“How did you come to meet Winter?”

“Vasily gave me to him.”

“Gave you to him?”

“He told me that it was so I could be trained, but Winter took over my care after that. At first, he was like a brother to me, but by the end of that first year…”

“It was more than that, wasn’t it?”

(Y/N) shrugs, “I loved him. The day we were separated was the hardest day of my life.”

“Tell me about that.”

“He’d gone on a mission. I wanted to go with him. I thought I was ready, but he didn’t so he told me to stay. He made me promise to stay out of trouble while he was gone, but once he was gone, Vasily had me tortured.”

“Do you know why?”

“He said the Soldier was too attached, that he needed to learn a lesson. He just never explained what that lesson was. They sat us across from each other.” She wipes at the tears that fall slowly down her cheeks, “They turned on that machine. I tried everything to make them stop. I told them it was my fault. Vasily agreed, but he said that hearing Winter’s screams while they erased me from his memory was my punishment.”

“Do you remember anything else after that?”

“Only a sharp pain in my neck. Then I woke up in this bed.”

Natasha nods her head and sets her hand of cards down, “Thank you, (Y/N), for confiding in me. I know it must be difficult to talk about all of this.”

“You have kind eyes, and…” (Y/N) meets Natasha’s gaze steadily and smiles, “I trust you.”

The screen goes black once again, and Natasha turns to look at me. Everyone else’s gazes follow.

“Bucky,” she says, “I’m hoping you can fill in the blanks.”

“There’s nothing to tell. She was taken away from me in every way possible. I only started to remember her a couple of years ago; even then, I never expected her to still be alive.”

“Is there anything else?” Steve asks, breaking the tense silence that’s formed.

“One more video, taken when she sent for me yesterday.”

The video starts as she speaks.

“I was told you wanted to see me.”

“You know, I’ve spent the last couple of days staring at these pictures. While my head understands that they’re the same person, I truly only recognize one of them.” (Y/N) picks up the image of the Winter Soldier, “I know him, but that’s not him anymore. Is it? Does this new version of him not want to see me? Is that why everyone keeps saying that I can’t see him?”

Natasha, in an attempt to keep (Y/N)’s gaze on her, takes (Y/N)’s face in her hands as she begins to cry.

“He has been here every day trying to get in here. He gets the same answers as you.”

“I just want to see him before I forget again. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to be forgotten.”

She begins sobbing, and Natasha pulls her into her arms, “Tomorrow. I don’t care what anyone says.”

The room is silent as the video ends. My left hand is fisted against my knee. My eyes zero in on the image on her attached to the open file that sits in front of me.

I look up at Steve when he calls my name.

“Go.” He says with a nod of his head.

Before anyone can say anything else, I’m on my feet and moving as fast as I can to the medical floor, opting for the stairs over the elevator. Several people shout at me to stop, telling me that I can’t go into her room. I nearly knock a hole in the wall as I shove the door open.

She watches me with weary eyes as I close the space between us. She rises to her knees at the edge of the bed, cautiously reaching her hands up to touch my face.

“Зима…” she whispers.

“Everyone calls me Bucky now.”

She smiles, “Bucky. That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“We’ve got time.” I reply, tucking her hair gently behind her ear, “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I never thought you’d remember me.”

“But I did, and I swear I’m never going to forget you again.”

I hold her face between my hands, my thumb dangerously close to her lips. Her hands move to rest against the sides of my neck in the moment before she raises those lips to meet mine.


A/N: Hey guys! Do you think this needs a second part? Cause it might get one. I haven’t decided yet.

Update: It got a second part… and will get a third… and however many parts I need to give this a satisfying ending.

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Inspired by and based on @shsl-shipper-gamer-fangirl​‘s Dangan Thieves AU with Nanami and Hinata, I made my own contribution with everyone’s favourite (or at least the majority of people’s favourite) ultimate lucky student! I tried to make the confidant screen similar to the way the AU creator made their one with Nanami and Hinata but mine looks so much messier because I’ve never done stuff like that,,,and of course the second picture is a rough sketch of a phantom thief Komaeda fghjkl and the third is my attempt at a sprite edit

I made a few details on how I think it would go in this AU…I think Komaeda would play a role perhaps similar to Futaba, but only in the sense I think that he’d probably have a palace of his own which you would have to go through to get him on your team actually…!! but I haven’t decided on all the details for the palace so I decided not to include it (yet)

but again the AU credit goes to @shsl-shipper-gamer-fangirl entirely, even this post is structured in a similar way!! all I did was make the details for Ko and edited/drew the pictures above

honestly this is just…hellishly self indulgent.

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day after tomorrow

firewalker post-ep au, second installment in my x files rewatch series. (the two stories i’ve posted insofar are unrelated to each other; there’s no planned connection between these stories.)

summary: She almost died a few weeks ago. But she is here, alive. And her partner has kissed her. 

note: i have little to no knowledge of quarantines, so this is probably horrifically inaccurate. 

Trepkos disappears into the volcano with Jesse O’Neil and Scully waits for the government to arrive in the dark, rubbing her raw wrist. It feels almost normal, after everything that’s happened, and that feels worse than anything.

“You okay?” She jolts at the sound before she realizes it’s just Mulder; they should turn some goddamn lights on. She turns towards him in the shadowy room, still rubbing the sore spots. “Your wrist hurts,” he says quietly.

He’s spoken quieter to her since she was returned, touched her more. She’s not sure whether she likes it or is annoyed by it, but she’d felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder for long minutes after he’d left. Now he touches her wrist gently, turning it over to try and examine it in the nonexistent light. “I’m fine, Mulder,” she says determinedly. “It’s just a little sore. All things considered, I’d say I’m pretty well off.” (They don’t know that they aren’t infected, she thinks. They could be dying right now.)

“C’mon, let’s take a look at this,” he says stubbornly, in that soft, nudging way he’d had since the abduction. Somehow, they both move in opposite directions at the same time and she crashes fully into him. And then the next thing she knows, he is kissing her. His hands soft on her hips, his mouth hot on hers. She kisses him back with something like eagerness, anticipation, until he pulls away.

“We should… find you something,” he says unevenly. “For your wrist.”

“Mulder…” she starts.

“Scully, I’m sorry.” His hand is still cupping her wrist; he lets go and turns to head down the hall. “I’ll be right back.”

His footsteps echo down the empty hall, eerie in the dark like they’re in a haunted house. People have died here, she remembers. She almost died a few weeks ago. But she is here, alive. And her partner has kissed her.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she says to the empty room.

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William Nylander - The Publicity Stunt Part Two

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: Cursing

Prequel / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six  / Part Seven  / Part Eight/ Part Nine


Will quickly pulled me up the staircase that led to a heavy metal door. A gush of cold air hit me as the door opened. Bright lights lit up the concrete rooftop revealing a pool, accompanied by tables and lounge chairs. The lights in the pool were gradually changing colors of the rainbow. Which was reflecting off the glass railing that divided the patio from the side of the building.

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Anything is Possible

AKA: YouTuber AU

Chapter: 1/?

summary: Thomas didn’t appreciate someone else putting a glass ceiling on his options. It wasn’t like he actually wanted a relationship with Hamilton to be within the realm of possibility but fuck anyone who thought he couldn’t make it happen if he tried to. 

word count:  2534 words

inspired by this conversation i had with @teamfreefuckery

taggins: @angerybisexual & @ryanreyolds !! 

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