miss impact

I look around and I realise that I’m just a small piece of a big puzzle. So much is bigger than me, trees, buildings and so much more. I’m so tiny. I might be a big part of someones life while some might not realise if I disappear. I am so tiny and a part of such a big puzzle, who knew that even the tiniest things could have such a huge impact on something as big as the world
Mikaelson Sister – You Will Be Missed

Words count: 1801

Warning: SAD


Requested by anonymous:

Hello I would like to request a tvd and to mixed in where y/n is the sister of the mikealsons but very powerful creature filled with other supernatural powers . Then y/n dies in mystic falls and y/n is best friends with the mystic gang . So when y/n dies the mikealsons and the gang meet at her funeral . All the characters say something meaningful specially klaus and Stefan because y/n would have best most besties with Stefan he says something like he loves her . Then as a ghost y/n says I’m here

You’re an original. A sister of the Mikaelson. You are a very powerful creature. You’ve lived for more than a thousand years and seen so much. It was hard for you to make new friends, because people die, and not everyone wants to be a vampire. So when your siblings and you settled in Mystic Falls for a bit. You decided to enroll in the local high school, that way you’d be able to make new friends. And friends you made.

Despite who your family is you befriended the mystic gang. You were closer to Stefan which meant that he wasn’t about to die anytime soon, being a vampire and all. Now something happened when your mother turned you into a vampire, unlike your siblings you were filled with supernatural powers, making you just as strong as Klaus if not stronger.

When your family left to New Orleans you decided to stay, it was hard to say goodbye to your family especially Klaus. You two were very close to each other. You were never daggered and were always by his side no matter what. You knew he was damaged because of Mikael and that he just needed love. So you gave him all the love you could and hoped that one day he’s meet a girl that’ll show him how amazing he was.

All that was great and amazing. Until came a day when something unexpected happened. It was a shock everyone didn’t know what to do, what to feel. You died. You were stacked with a white oak stake.

Your family came to Mystic Falls at once, you were going to be buried there. The place you were born. It was a rainy day, the sky was gray as if it was mourning you and was saying goodbye to you. Everyone you loved or cared about was there, all standing around your grave where your headstone stood. It was a secluded area that belonged to your family. Tears were running, people were sniffing everyone was just a mess. How will they move on? How will they live without you?

“I knew (y/n0 the first one, here in Mystic Falls.” Caroline said as she silently whipped her tears away. “She was so nice to me, I couldn’t believe she was an original. I knew I could always count on her no matter what. She gave me advice on men and she helped me gain respect from everyone who thought I was just a dump blonde. I owe her so much, she deserved more than she got.”

“Uh… (y/n) and I bumped into each other one time, when I was leaving school.” Matt who was standing next to Caroline said as he tried to compose himself. “I knew she was a vampire, and for some reason I thought she was going to kill me, which she only laughed at. I never understood how much kindness could come from a person as easily as it came from her. She saved my life more times that I could count and for that I thank her.”

“When Elijah and (y/n) came into town, I had a feeling that I could trust them.” Elena said as Damon held her hand. “More (y/n) than Elijah to be honest… she just had that shine around her, she was confident, honest, honorable and powerful. Yet she never once harmed me or anyone I love. She always did the opposite actually, she was always one call away. I’m going to miss her so much.”

“Guess it’s my turn…” Damon said quietly, before he cleared his throat. “I never make friends easily, people aren’t always found of me and my personality, but she thought otherwise. (y/n) managed to slip past my walls and camp inside. She and I became fast friends, she was my drinking buddy, I could rant to her for hours and she’d sit and listen carefully. She acted as if I was her younger brother. For some reason I always wished for an older sibling and she filled that roll all these years ago, and now I feel as if I lost a sibling.”

Elijah knew it was his turn to speak, yet he couldn’t say anything, Hayley took a hold of his hand and gave him a squeeze. Telling him that she was there for him.

“Um… I never… I never thought about losing a sibling.” Elijah said a tear escaping his eyes everyone and then. “Especially not (y/n) she was just so full of power and confidence, but more importantly she was kind and forgiving. Who would ever want to harm her? She and I were close, she was close to me and my siblings. But-but I uh I knew I can always count on her to cover my back no matter her personal interests. For a long time she was the only light and amazing thing in our family. Losing (y/n) is the hardest thing I had to go through in life.”

“She is the most supportive person I knew.” Hayley said holding Hope in her left hand as Elijah held her right one. “When she found out I was pregnant she came down to New Orleans at once, and helped me. Whenever I called her for help or advice she was there for me. She was the first one that showed me that not all vampires are alike and there’s more to the Mikaelson’s than meets the eye. Because of her I have Elijah by my side, and that is something that I will never forget.”

“After losing Freya, I was beyond happy to get a sister.” Finn said, and he looked at Freya and turned to your coffin. “(y/n) and I were great friends as we grew up. She was the only one of my siblings that haven’t once looked down on me, or showed me disappointment. I am more than glad to be her brother. I know she will be missed, as much as she was loved.”

“I haven’t really spent that much with (y/n) as you all did.” Freya said comforting Finn. “But the time I did spend with her, I could tell that she was defiantly different from the rest of us Mikaelson, no one with our past should have been that… good, but she was. And how she did will remain mystery. I was looking forward to getting close to her after everything calmed down here and in New Orleans.”

“(y/n) had an amazing life, she was a great sister.” Rebekah said while she tried to stop her sobs. “She was the kind that stands by you when you needed somebody to be there. She was a sister, friend and a warrior in and out. I remember when we were young, she’d go out of her way to make us all happy, which confused me as to why. She was the youngest after all. I was so happy that I got a sister when she was born. She was truly a caring person, and I know a part of me will always be missing now that she is gone.”

“What really puzzled me was her ability to always believe the best of everyone, until they proved her wrong.” Bonnie smiled sadly as she remembered her time with you. “She had a big hear and enough love for everyone. She was admirable and compassionate and and she deserved so much more than she got. Her ending was supposed to be happy. The best way to describe her is that she’s a friend that would stick by in any weather; he is the type of friend friend that would stand in a storm, with rain pouring down on his head, holding an umbrella, calmly and carefully, to make sure that my own head did not get wet.”

“My baby sister, was more than just a sister, she was my best friend.” Kol said tears streaming down his face, he was looking down unable to look anyone in the face. “When we were young she’s wake me up every morning so we’d be able to watch the sun rise. I was so annoyed at her for that, but looking back that was the most peaceful time we had and now that she’s gone, I only want to go back to that time where it was only her and I talking and having fun. She was my shoulder to cry on through every heartbreak. She was an amazing sister.”

“Um… (y/n) is the only one who I never daggered. She was my baby sister, if I could I would’ve given her the world.” Niklaus said as he whipped the stray tear before giving up as more escaped from his red eyes. “She was so different from me we were the total opposites yet we were the closest. I remember every minute we spent together, she was so mad when I daggered one of our sibling and tried too hard to get me to un-dagger them. She loved this family more than anything. I love her so much. I’ll be telling Hope stories of her brave and amazing Auntie (y/n). I saddens me knowing that my daughter will never know her auntie and my sister will never know her niece. It is a cruel world we live in, and (Y/N) has been always far too good and pure to live in it. I miss her, I can’t believe she’s gone… forever.”

“(Y/N), was an amazing girl, I’ve never met anyone like her.” Stefan said crying the most. “ As time went on we became best friends… I’ve been looking for some to love all my life, and the minute I met her I knew she was the right one for me. But I never thought that I’d ever have a chance with her. She was far too beautiful far too good for me. But as time went on she made me feel loved that I wasn’t a monster we grew closer as time went on, and my only regret is not telling her how much she meant to me. I wish I could’ve told her how I loved her, how I wanted to make her mine, I thought we had forever. But you never know. She truly will be missed, she impacted so many people, and the world will not be the same without her.”

You as a ghost from the other side cried as you watched everyone talk about you, you wanted to reach out to every single one of them, you wanted to comfort them and tell them that you loved them. Hearing Stefan confess his love to you broke your heart as you wanted to tell him that you felt the same as he had.

“I’m here.” You whispered but it fell on deaf ears. They couldn’t hear you. They couldn’t feel your presence. That was it, you  live has ended.









Dancing On My Own: Part 5

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Loss

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1783

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: I always love hearing from you guys <3. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

Originally posted by no-one-tells-me-who-i-love

Bucky eyed you cautiously as he drove your dad’s old pickup truck back to your childhood home. You hadn’t spoken a word since you asked him to take you back home. You had just sat silently in the passenger seat until you had drifted to asleep. Bucky was worried – worried about the loss you had just faced and the pain that would haunt you for the rest of your life. He knew better than anyone about the impact of missed goodbyes. He sighed wearily as he ran his free hand through his hair. Your mother had welcomed him into your family with open arms. It had been the first time he had felt at home since escaping from H.Y.D.R.A.. He had never told you, but he had lived for the holidays and family events that you pestered him to go with you to.

Bucky pulled onto the long gravel driveway. He tried to drive as cautiously as he could, but the jostle of the small bumps caused you to stir. You rubbed your scratchy red eyes as you looked around. “We’re home,” Bucky announced as he shifted the truck into park before exiting and helping you out. He followed you quietly into the house – not wishing to say something that would upset you. He knew the house like it was his own – its smells and creaks made him feel at home as he followed you up the stairs to your bedroom. He watched as you collapsed onto your bed with an audible sigh. He lingered awkwardly – unsure as to what he should be doing. Deciding it would be best to give you some time to yourself he turned to leave, but before he could even take a step he felt a hand grasp firmly around his wrist.

“Where are you going?” the anxiety in your voice caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“I was just going to go get our bags,” he answered – unsure of what he should do.

“Please – just stay with me,” you murmured as you kicked your shoes off and made room for him on the bed. Bucky immediately obliged. He would do anything you asked of him if it brought you even the slightest bit of comfort. He laid on his side and smiled sadly at you – tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Your eyes had been closed, but the soft contact of Bucky’s skin against yours caused a single tear to leak from your eye.

“Y/N,” he whispered gently as he brushed the tear away from your face. You opened your eyes at the sound of your name and the sadness that permeated them shattered Bucky’s heart.

“You will get through this – I promise,” he whispered.


“Yeah, doll?”

“I’m…. thank you,” you whispered softly. Out of all the people to be with you during this terrible day – you were glad it was him.

He smiled at you softly. “You know I’ll always be here for you, right?” he asked softly. You nodded your head at his declaration as tears welled in your eyes. Bucky gathered you in his arms as he brought your head to his chest. He held you softly to him until the comfort washed over your misery allowing you to drift to sleep.

Bucky moved carefully from you as he gently placed your head on your pillow. More than anything he wanted to lay with you and comfort you for eternity, but it didn’t feel right. He felt like he had crossed an invisible line, and was trying desperately to pull himself back. It was wrong – all of it was so wrong.  He ran his hands through his hair with a sigh as he descended the stairs. Less than twenty-four hours ago he had thought he had known what he wanted, but now nothing seemed right.

He walked out the door into the growing twilight quietly. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself. Perhaps he could retrieve the bags in the quinjet and unpack them. It would be one less thing you would have to worry about doing. He also wondered if your dad would be okay with him borrowing the truck one more time – he wanted to see if he could find some of your favorite movies. If he bought the entire Harry Potter series that would at least cover a couple of days’ worth of entertainment. He had been so lost in thought that the sound of your father’s voice from the porch swing startled him.

“Are you off already?” he asked Bucky, who turned around awkwardly to respond.

“I was just… I was headed out to get our bags from the jet,” he explained as he motioned towards the quinjet in the distance.

“Mind if I tag along?”

“Sure,” Bucky shrugged. As he walked beside your father he chewed on his bottom lip nervously. He wasn’t sure what to say… or what not to say. Bucky was only good at interactions when it came to you – everyone knew it. “I… I’m sorry,” he muttered lamely as he kept his eyes trained in front of him.

“Thanks James. She had been sick for a long time – just wouldn’t let me tell the kids how bad it actually was…. Especially Y/N,” he shrugged. He had always been one of the few people to call Bucky by his given name. Bucky knew he had reconciled himself with the eventual loss, but he also knew the pain the he had to be feeling. He was still surprised to hear that they had kept something so important from you.

“Why didn’t she want Y/N to know?” he asked perplexed.

“She didn’t want to uproot her life in New York…. Particularly her life with you,” he responded frankly as the two men entered the jet.

“With me? But…” Bucky had to swallow the bitterness of what he wanted to say. It wasn’t his place to say. “You know… she’s… she’s with Steve,” he added – slightly embarrassed.

“I know, son, but her mother also knew how much you both cared for one another. She didn’t need to worry about Y/N in the end because she knew you’d always be watching out for her,” he explained as they grabbed the bags and made their way out of the jet.

Bucky sighed as he thought about it. “But Steve,” but he was interrupted by your father raising his hand to silence him.

“Steve is a good man – in terms of a son-in-law he is every parent’s dream, but you – you’re a great man.” The frankness of your father’s words caused Bucky to grimace. If only he knew he was actually a monster – he had the two confused. At the end of the day – no matter how much he loved her – Y/N would always deserve to be with a man like Steve.

“Listen—I’ve done things in my past that I’m not proud of… terrible things,” Bucky muttered as he stared off into the darkness that was slowly consuming the world.

“Sometimes we have to walk through fire so we can be forged into the men we are supposed to be. This is for you,” he added as he handed Bucky an envelope. “She wrote it for you in case she didn’t get to tell you in person,” he added before walking back into the house.

You watched the exchange between Bucky and your dad from your bedroom window. You had woken in a panic when you found yourself alone. Because of this you found yourself spying on what seemed to be a private moment between the two men. As you watched the exchange you felt uncomfortable – you weren’t exactly sure why, but you knew whatever was in the envelope would justify it.

You sighed as you climbed back into the bed. This had been one of the worst days of your life, but the shock still hadn’t worn off. You could feel the hysteria prick at your exhausted brain, but you were still too numb. You knew it was just a matter of time. You would have to face the absence of your mother sooner rather than later, and you would keep facing it for the rest of your life. You wondered how Bucky grappled with waking up one day and slowly regaining his memories – only to realize his parents were gone. It must have been like losing them a second time. This realization squeezed at your heart uncomfortably. What was he thinking now? He had loved your mom – he probably took her less for granted than you did because of his past. Were you making him relive the traumas of his past? You flipped onto your stomach and buried your face into your pillow. How could you be so inconsiderate towards your best friend? He had leapt to your aid with no hesitation and the only thing you had thought was how glad you were that someone could make the decisions for you so you could mentally check out. First you let your mom down…. Now Bucky? What the hell kind of person were you? You grunted in frustration as the door to the bedroom opened. You didn’t bother looking up – by the sound of the steps you knew it was Bucky. The bed suddenly shifted with his weight as he sat down beside you.


“Hrm?” you grunted in response.

“Sara made you a sandwich – you should really try to eat.” At the mention of food your stomach growled and you begrudgingly sat up and reached for the plate. As you ate in silence Bucky made his way to the entertainment center in your room and began fiddling with the DVD player.

After listening to him huff in frustration you rolled your eyes and pushed off the bed – leaving your empty plate behind. “Here – move.” He listened and scooted to your left. “What are you trying to do??”

“I… well… I know how much you love Harry Potter and your sister brought her boxed set over,” Bucky explained awkwardly as he ran his hands through his hair. You couldn’t help, but smile. “What?” he asked as his cheeks flushed slightly.

“I’m just… I’m glad you’re here Bucky,” you answered shyly as you grabbed his hand and squeezed it. As he looked down into your eyes everything stilled for a moment. You felt compelled to be nearer to him. You could tell that he felt it too – the magnetic pull towards each other. You just wanted to…

“Here we go!” he announced – causing you to jump as he finally hit the right combination of buttons on the dvd player. And just like that the moment – whatever it had been – was over.

Permanent Tags:

@annieluc @dapaticaldodie @shifutheshihtzu @alltheprettyroyals @writingblockswriters @kendallefire @marvelouslyloki @seargantbcky @sapphire1727 @dont-let-me-go-again @amrita31199 @kittthekat @bless-my-demons @lillian-paige @pleasefixthepain @nikkitia7 @earinafae @axelinchen @shliic @callamint @totallygroovyllama @lilasiannerd @coffeeismylife28 @ailynalonso15 @yumna97 @selfdestructivefangirl @mcsmashdesigns @brazien @winterboobaer @stickthinbarbie @sebbys-girl @buckyfvckmebarnes @marvel-fanfiction @lostinspace33 @hollycornish @california-grown @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @badassbaker @maygenjayne1 @bridgeneem @jenna-luke @potterhead1265 @wunnywho @pcterpvrker @corruptedlungsandblackwings

Story Tags:
@mizzzpink @ragequitthatshit @shamvictoria11 @annie-are-u-ok @grumpybeyonce @vivianbabz @mitra-k-w @kate-katie-bishop @lbouvet @avengerofyourheart @harleyqueen7 @kiwi71281 @buckyappreciationsociety @hellomissmabel   @xnegansgirlx @chipilerendi @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian @queen–valeskaxx @justreadingfics @magickandmoons @stacyscarlet04 @i-honestlydon-tcare @aquabrie @ek823 @delicatecapnerd @dianoskaa @alyssaj23 @soymikael @youknowiamacrazybitch @glitterintheairblog @magellan-88

Of all the reasons not to support Sallicole as a ship that I’ve seen, I think the only ones that bother me are those that imply that having the two as a couple somehow drastically changes their established characters.

Because it doesn’t. At all. Same-gender attraction would not alter either Sally or Nicole as characters. It doesn’t change who they are, how they interact with others, the decisions they make, nothing. It would have about the same impact in terms of character development or story as any of the other pre-boot relationships that Sally has had, expect that it’s not straight.

And the implication that making them anything other than straight changes them fundamentally as characters and therefore alters someone’s opinion of the characters negatively really does bother me. 

Good Girl Ch 45:While They’re Away(M)

The last couple chapters have a lot of jumping through time!

A Month Later

“Stop pouting,” Jiyong flicks me in the head.

I glare and swat at him, “Keep your hands on the wheel.”

He chuckles, “I know you are upset but think about it, only a few more days until they come back.”

“True,” I sigh, “You need to stop being so amazing.”

“What did I do now to make you realize my greatness?”

“You confess to me every Tuesday yet at the same time you stand up for them and constantly reassure me of their love, it can be a bit confusing.”

He nods, “I guess, I do what I know will make you happy.”

“You confessing doesn’t make me happy, it makes me feel guilty.”

“I don’t want to make you feel that way but I’m doing what I know is best for you.”

I scoff at him, “What is best for me?”

“Yes,” He says with a smug smile, “I believe I am best for you.”

“Can we stop talking about this?”

“Of course my love.”

I sigh but say nothing more, I just stare out the window at the trees flying by, only the faint shapes can be made out in the darkness on the other side of the window. We stay silent for a while, the drive feels like it’s taking longer than usual and I know it’s because he’s actually obeying the speed limit for once.

“Who do you miss the most?” He wonders.

“All of them, I miss all of them the same.”

He scoffs, “Don’t pull that bull shit on me, I know there is one you love more.”

I glare at him but can’t deny the sudden lump in my throat, “Tell than if you seem to already know.”

“Xiumin.” I open my mouth to respond but nothing would come out, no excuses or lies, I couldn’t get anything out. Jiyong chuckles and pats my head, “I wasn’t asking you a question, I know. You make it obvious when you see him. If it’s your choice he is who you run to first unless someone else pops up and gets in the way.”

I just stare down at my hands feeling strangely guilty for my feelings. I don’t notice that we were at the house until Jiyong puts the car and park and opens my car door for me. The summer night is chilly so I wrap my arms around myself. The front door busts open to reveal my five youngest daddies and Baekhyun who was left behind so Chen could go on whatever mission the older five had to go on. Sehun basically tackles me to the ground, wrapping himself around me protectively so he takes most of the impact.

“I missed you!” Sehun whines with his have face tucked into my neck.

I chuckle and hug the silly man tight, “I missed you too daddy.”

“I’ll be taking my leave than,” Jiyong gives them a forced smile. “See you next Tuesday.”

“Bye Oppa!” I wave to him as I’m basically dragged inside. I barely see a genuine smile spread across his face as he blows me a kiss. The words I know he’s saying run threw my head, ‘Bye my love’.

“You were gone for way too long!” Baekhyun greets me next with a hug and a kiss.

“I came back earlier than usual,” I snicker. “Jiyong oppa got tired of my pouting and figured being with you guys would make me feel better.”

“And?” Kyungsoo wonders.

I smile, “I feel better.”

“Do you really miss the others that much?” Chanyeol wonders.

“Of course I miss them!”

“Baby you are making me jealous,” Tao pouts coming forward to greet me. “I’m starting to wish I had gone too so you would be constantly worried and thinking about me.”

I laugh, “No you don’t, than I wouldn’t be able to do this,” I go up on my tip toes and give him a peck on the lips.

“True,” His arms wrap around my waist so he can pull me close.

“Don’t get too close,” Chanyeol warns worming his way in between me and the other giant. “As I remember, it isn’t your night tonight.”

“That’s right, it’s me,” Kai buds in.

“I’m not excited for the hyungs to come back,” Sehun whines. “I can barely get your attention with only six of us, I don’t want to go back to having you every two weeks.”

“I know daddy I’m sorry that we won’t be able to spend as much time together,” I peck the youngest on the cheek.

He half heartedly glares at me, “But.”

“But I am excited to have them home. I really missed them. It just feels weird not having them here, like there is something missing, or a few somethings.” An apologetic smile appears on my face briefly.

There is a moment of silence before Kai speaks up, “Are we really not enough for you?” It’s a heavy question that I wasn’t expecting though I can imagine how long they’ve wanted to ask it. I open mouth but no words come out, why can’t I speak today, all of these questions are being thrown at me that I would think I could answer. But now with the six of them staring at me expectantly I can’t find my voice. There is a surprising amount of anger in not just Kai’s eyes but a few others at the amount of time it takes for me to think of an answer. “Would you really not be satisfied with six of us? You need all twelve?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Soo mumbles before turning on his heel walking away, Kai huffs and follows, Tao does the same.

“Stupid kid,” Baekhyun mumbles. “The sooner he realizes that the better.”

“Realizes what?” I wonder once I’m able to swallow the lump in my throat. Guilt is swallowing me up, I should just answered the question instead of letting them make up an answer on their own.

“Nothing baby,” Chanyeol pats me on the head before walking away as well. With the happy welcome party dissipated I excuse myself to wallow alone in my room against Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s whishes and Sehun’s whining but I can tell they feel the same way as Kai even though they won’t admit it out loud. It’s 10:30 when I’m done showering and find myself standing in the middle of my room feeling like an idiot. It’s Kai’s night yet he hasn’t come looking for me, in fact none of them have. I don’t know whether them giving me some space is a good thing or a bad thing. But the fact that no matter how much I usually beg and whine they never give me space they aren’t mad enough that they would have me sleep alone are they?

I feel stupid when tears threaten to fall down my cheeks at such a small thing, but I don’t want to be alone. After being here so long I can’t handle being alone again.  I’m playing with the hem of Luhan’s t-shirt, mindlessly trying to find comfort in the deer man’s clothes, when suddenly my computer starts ringing. Confused I wander over where it is sitting on my bed and answer the Facetime call. There is a brief pause before Suho’s face fills the screen.

“Daddy!” I cry, I’m actually crying tears of joy just from seeing his face, god what a girl I’ve become.

“Hello my precious baby!” He coos into the phone, “I’ve missed seeing your sweet face!”

“I miss you too Daddy, so much! Why have you been gone so long? Why haven’t you been able to call? It’s been two weeks! Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? Are you okay? Is everyone okay? Where are they? Answer me!” I’m a crying mess at this point, fat tears are rolling down my cheeks and I’m sniffling, trying to avoid having snot involved in the picture.

He chuckles, “Baby calm down, please take a deep breath and stop crying, you know I don’t like you crying.” I follow his command and sit down on the bed, taking deep breaths as I do to calm the erratic beating of my heart. After a minute he smiles softly, “Better?”

I nod, “Better, but tell me what is going on, what is going on?”

“I can’t tell you much, or anything really other than that we are still coming home in two days and also that we are all fine. We haven’t been able to call because of where we were staying. Technically we are still supposed to be wary of who we call but I couldn’t help myself, I needed something other than a picture of you.”

“Are you sure you are okay?” I repeat.

“We are all completely fine,” He reassures me, allowing me to let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. “But what about you baby? I hear there was an issue.”

I sigh, “Yea Kai got mad at me and everyone else kind of followed, Baek, Yeolie, and Sehunnie wouldn’t admit it but I can tell.”

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t think our being gone would cause such a fuss.”

“What are you talking about? Of course I would throw a fit!”

“I’m very happy to hear that. I’m also incurably happy to hear your sweet voice again, you have no idea how much I’ve missed your voice, your face, your needy moans.”

I blush, I actually blush at his words, “Daddy!”

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out,” He is blushing too. “But I should be honest, my call isn’t that innocent. I was wondering if there is any possible way we could break Hyung’s rule just for tonight and we could um, have, um, phone sex?”

My face is crimson now, I’ve never considered having phone sex before but I’ve heard reviews from Jihyo and they were always positive. With lip firmly pinched between my teeth I nod slowly.

A large grin spreads across his face, “Thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if you had said no. I’ve been aching since I got the thought of doing this at dinner.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I admit meekly.

“It’s okay Baby, I’ll talk you threw it. Have you ever touched yourself before?”

I just nod.

“It’s just like that but just imagine it’s me touching you, sliding my hands up your perfect thighs, gripping them a little harder as I go higher.” I set computer aside and with shaky hands follow his orders. My hands travel up my bare legs, my small hands not doing as much as Suho’s but there is still a nice tingle in the pit of my stomach. “I skim the edge of your underwear for only a second before going up to your hips and up your stomach.” For a brief second I consider ignoring his narrative and jumping right into it but he notices the stilling of my hands on the waistline of my panties. “No, no, baby, not yet. Listen to me.”

“But Daddy,” I whine.

“We just got started and you are already whining? And I thought I wouldn’t last long,” He chuckles warmly. “Now baby listen to me. My hands move up a little more to cup your breasts over the t-shirt, you aren’t wearing a bra so just one little swipe of my thumbs over your nipples has them hard basically begging to be played with.  I’m gentle at first, just rubbing and massaging how you like it,” He pauses to moan, want to watch his face contorting with pleasure but I keep my eyes closed so I won’t be embarrassed. I let out a few of my own moans, enjoying my own handy work. “How does it feel baby?” He rasps out.

“It feels so good,” I say threw a few deep breaths. I clench my thighs together to try and ease the aching between them with no luck. I must have been too focused on Suho’s words and my own hands not to notice the door opening an closing. Without my knowledge someone sneaks up under my blanket and decides to take care of the aching for me. I nearly scream when my legs are forced apart but that is quickly covered with a moan when someone licks my clothed core. “Oh my god!”

“What happened?” Suho questions, obviously a bit dazed from his own hands work. “Did you disobey me baby?”

“No,” I whine as whoever is under the covers continues their kitten licks, eventually moving the fabric to the side to reach my soaked core. “Daddy, someone.”

“Don’t worry baby,” Kai peeks up at me from under the covers with a mischievous grin on his face, “It’s just me.”

“Kai?” Suho growls.

“Hey Hyung, aren’t you supposed to be on a black sight? No calling remember?” The younger raises his brow.

“Can’t you see we are in the middle of something?”

“I can but since you are breaking one rule, do you really think you should be breaking another? How would Xiumin hyung react to that?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Suho growls.

“Fine I won’t, but that means you need to hang up,” Kai reaches for the computer to close it but Suho’s complaining stops him.

“Don’t, I’m so fucking close and I just need to get off. Just give me two minutes to just look at her or listen to her.”

Kai sucks on his teeth for a minute, considering his hyung’s begging before grinning, “Okay Hyung I’ll let you have a little something.”


“Yea, you can watch.”

I stare at Kai with wide eyes, “What?”

“Don’t worry about it baby,” Kai kisses me. “Just let me do everything.”

“But, but, daddy Suho-“ I look to the older for help but the red hue of his cheeks tells me he doesn’t have a problem with it. Kai places a few more kisses along my jaw line and down my neck and soon I’m enjoying it too much to complain. He begins rubbing his hard on against me and I actually find myself forgetting that Suho is just watching us. The moment Kai sheds his clothes and pushes himself inside me I forget my own name. Only one word is in my mind, pushing desperately out of my lips, “Daddy.”

Both men let out a deep groan. Kai is hunched over me, his face buried in the crook of my neck, I can’t get myself to look over at Suho but I can hear him heaving. With my eyes closed I can imagine him, hand gripped tightly around his cock, pumping slowly. The thought does more to me than it should, the knot in my tummy suddenly is a lot more tighter than before and I can tell I won’t last much longer. My legs snake around Kai’s waist, pulling the tan man closer, my nails are digging into his backs.

Kai chuckles, “My little kitten has claws.”

“Keep the dirty talking to a minimum, you are ruining my fantasy and I’m close,” Suho growls.

“Did you hear him baby? He says he’s close but I think he’s going to need you to cum for him to finish, should we let Hyung cum?” Kai says with a wicked smirk.

I nod eagerly, “Please!”

“I don’t know,” He suddenly slows his animalistic pace to slow torturing thrusts. “That doesn’t seem too fun.”

Suho groans, “The sooner you let her come the sooner I’ll get out of your hair.”

Kai chuckles, “I guess that’s a good enough reason. Are you ready baby?”

I nod.

He leans back down and quickly begins to pick up his pace, pounding into me like no tomorrow until I moaning out, both men follow quickly after. Kai collapses on top of me for a moment before grinning at the camera.

“Hope you enjoyed,” With that he slammed the computer closed before burrowing his face back into my neck. We lay there for a long time and even though I’m exhasued I can’t get myself to fall asleep because I feel like Kai wants to say something. I make myself wait for him to speak, which feels like forever before he says, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s fine daddy, you got jealous, it happens.”

“Everything makes me jealous now. I can’t even watch you smile at one of them without feeling a prick in my chest.”

I chuckle, “You better get used to it, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“You could pick.”

I freeze at his words, “Pick?”

He shakes his head but continues to hide his face like a child, “No, Nevermind, don’t think about it. Don’t pick.”

“What craziness are you talking about?”

His playful voice comes out in just a whisper, “Please don’t pick.”

“Why are you saying stuff like this?”

I’m surprised to hear a sudden sniffle, “I know you won’t pick me so please don’t pick anyone. I can be jealous just please don’t pick.”

Honestly before episode 15 I thought Ed was going to hallucinate Oswald involuntarily like he did himself and Kristen, but the fact he did it voluntarily by taking pills just made it 100x better 

Impossible Choices

Impossible Choices



Mulder is returned and Scully is offered a choice. But when does a choice become an impossibility? An alternative ending to the show. Seasons 8 + 9 are just a bad dream!  The story is set a few months after Requiem.  


I wrote this in anger at how everything turned out and because of a lingering sense that the characters I came to know and love were sold down the river.
But the passing of time gave me perspective and a greater appreciation of what came after. So, after sitting on it for 16 years I decided to polish it up and to unleash it finally on an unsuspecting fandom. I still wish that CC had given them an ending they deserved, but they weren’t. I can live with that now. 


“Georgetown Memorial. Go there now Agent Scully.”

I blink my eyes in response to the cold, hard voice that rings menacingly in my ear through the telephone handset I have fumbled for in the dark just seconds earlier.

“Who is this?” I demand.

I don’t expect an explanation. I’m just asking out of habit more than anything else. Falling back on my years of investigative training, unconsciously slipping in to the mode of an Agent of the FBI.

“Georgetown Memorial Agent Scully. He’s waiting for you.”

A click as the connection is severed, leaving me half leaning out of the bed as if bringing myself closer to the phone will make the mystery caller miraculously reappear. He doesn’t though, and after a few seconds, the sound of the dialling tone is replaced with a high pitched whine that urges me to replace the handset.

I can’t seem to move though. It’s as though those four words have turned me to stone. I understand their hidden meaning immediately. I’ve been waiting to hear them, every second of every minute of every day for over seven months now. I’ve heard them in my dreams so many times. Been forced from the arms of sleep by the sound of Mulders voice in my head, only to be confronted by an empty room that is darkened by the shadows of night. Darkened by the fact that he isn’t here. I have found myself living my day to day existence hidden behind a wall of steel. Allowing no one to see or understand my innermost feelings. It’s been hard enough just coping with the whispers that follow me along the halls of the Hoover building. Head held high, I have retreated within myself. But it has hurt so much. 

Special Agent Dana Scully MD. Pregnant with Spooky Mulders baby. The fact that he is missing has made little impact on my peers. If anything it has become a great source of amusing speculation for them. With Mulder gone I have finally slipped effortlessly in to the role of Mrs Spooky. A name Tom Colton christened me with so long ago, but one which hadn’t really stuck. Until now that is.

Keep reading

Why Wonder Woman’s Fight Choreography Worked

so in my post critiquing the shit out of Wonder Woman, I mentioned that I liked the fight choreography, so here’s a more detailed post as to why (post is in queue at time of writing, will link it later).

I thought that I would spend the movie quietly stuffing down my exasperation with all the extra twirls and flips in the fighting. Usually, that’s the case when I watch action films, especially superhero/fantasy films. I don’t think that movies should have 100% “realistic” combat choreography, but movies with especially unrealistic fights, with spins, flips, dramatic pauses, etc. really break the immersion and throw me out of the story. Part of this is because I have some experience with a few different combat arts. Those sports aren’t necessarily “realistic” either, but they’re definitely closer to “real” hand-to-hand combat than what you see in most Hollywood movies, and so seeing egregiously unrealistic fights on-screen sets off the constant thought of “wait, that’s not what that looks like” that you then have to squash down so you can enjoy the movie. It’s like watching an actor with a really badly faked American accent (looking at you, Bimblesnip Copperflap). That’s not what that’s supposed to sound like, and it’s distracting (I’m sure that people from Not America have this problem a lot more often, with American films that butcher the shit out of other languages). 

Aaaaanyway, I expected that that would be the case with Wonder Woman, and it sort of was, but not really. I didn’t spend all that much time going “ignore the fact that someone should have shot her in the legs/stabbed her in the back during her flip”. Instead I was engrossed in how fucking awesome it looked.

I think that the reason has to do with how Wonder Woman mixes two different movie atmospheres: the high fantasy comic-book movie world of Themiscyra, Diana, Ares, and the Amazons, and a gritty war movie world of World War I, Steve, and the horrors of war. For the Amazons, it makes sense for them to be doing all these sweet kickflips and shit. Isolated for thousands of years, war and combat has become an art form to them. Their movements are practiced and sure, they never misjudge a move or make a mistake, they never look unsure or desperate, they hardly even break a sweat or breath hard, and of course they’re going to embellish their fighting style. It’s still effective as hell, but did Antiope really need to jump fifteen feet in their air off a shield to shoot 3 dudes she could just as easily have shot from the ground? No, not really. But it looks really fucking cool. The Amazons exist in a world where everything is sort of elevated to this perfected, stylized art form- combat, armor and clothes (you can’t argue that Hippolyta’s metal corset is comfortable, or that the Amazon’s armor is effective and realistic), the way they speak, the way their hair is always fucking perfect, the cliche (not in a bad way) legendary past and Important Artifacts, all of it is contrived as hell, but it’s acceptable in a movie about Amazons because, well, it’s sort of part of the package of the world.

The gritty war movie half of Wonder Woman is the half where the movie tries to emphasize the fact that heroes aren’t always good people, innocents die in war and you can’t save everyone, combat is bloody and dirty and gross and horrific, and there is no honor in battle, no dramatic pauses while you say something witty to the enemy, no spinning around to high-kick another dude in the face because if you do the guy you’re kicking grabs your leg and punches you while the someone else bashes you in the back of the head with a gun.

Throughout Wonder Woman, you can very clearly see the divide between the Gritty War Movie and the High Fantasy Movie. Steve, who’s in the Gritty War Movie, is the one who doesn’t waste his time saving people he knows he doesn’t have the resources to save, he’s the one who doesn’t manage to find the magical option C that lets him save the day and survive, he does what is needed, even if it’s immoral. 

Diana exists in the High Fantasy Movie. She saves everyone because she wants to, not because it makes logical sense for her to be able to. She wins the big fight at the end through Righteous Fury, not a clever plan (not a bad thing, just a hallmark of the High Fantasy Movie). She bends the world through force of will alone. Her final fight is versus the most High Fantasy villain ever- a villainously-monologuing ancient evil god wielding fire and dressed in spiky armor. 

These two halves don’t traditionally mix well. Lots of times, in movies that are trying to be the Gritty War Movie, there’s a fight that is just so perfectly choreographed that it looks silly. It doesn’t look like the characters are trying to kill each other, it looks like they’re playing out a script. Fights in Gritty War Movies (if done right) are scrabbling, punching, fighting dirty, desperation, clawing, and panic. Think about how fucking weird and stupid it would look if Steve fought like Diana did. Not with her skill level- with her style. If he went around throwing high kicks and jump kicks at Germans, or mowing down 20 people like they’re nothing, or pausing dramatically with his hair flowing in the breeze and giving a dramatically determined look and somehow not getting shot, it would look ridiculous. Because he’s in the Gritty War Movie half of the movie. Those moves all are fine on Diana, because she’s in the High Fantasy half of the movie. (NB, the only other movie I can think of whose ridiculously silly combat and lack of effective armor didn’t bother me at all was 300- for exactly this reason. 300 knew precisely what kind of ridiculous, over-the-top fantasy it was, and it didn’t try to be anything different).

What’s interesting about Wonder Woman is that it manages to combine the High Fantasy Movie and the Gritty War Movie remarkably well. Not perfectly- I think that Diana’s final fight and character arc were too stuck in the High Fantasy Realm and missed out on the impact they could have gained from the Gritty War Movie Realm. But really well! Most movies that try fail utterly. For instance, Hunchback of Notre Dame tried to be a silly disney movie, while also being the darkest fucking cartoon you’ve ever seen, and the result was the darkest fucking disney movie you’ve ever seen, with the unfortunate distractions of a silly song and a lame, cop-out ending to the romantic arc. It made a potentially phenomenal movie just ok. The Hobbit trilogy tried to be about 15 different kinds of movie all at once, and just ended up being a mess. 

Wonder Woman was, in a way, all about the clash of the High Fantasy realm and the Gritty War realm. It’s Diana vs. Steve, Themiscyra vs. World War 1, Ares vs. chemical weapons. Idealism can save the day vs. do what you can and mourn later. Like I said, I think the movie kept Diana too much in the High Fantasy realm. Her arc was about her losing her naive idealism about humanity, and choosing to save them- idealistically- anyway. To do that effectively, the movie needed to thrust her much more into the Gritty War Realm. But I digress- that’s a thing for a different post, I guess. Wonder Woman’s fight choreography works so well precisely because the clash of fighting styles is mirroring the clash of realms in the plot and characters. Steve keeps telling Diana that they can’t save everyone, and Diana waltzes in and flips reality the bird and says “watch me”. Her (objectively silly, but also objectively cool as fuck) fighting style is a symbolic mirror of this: reality says “don’t do stupid shit in a fight or you’ll get shot in the back of the head” and Diana’s kickflips waltz in, middle fingers up, and say “I don’t care also fuck your teeth”. It works really well. It emphasizes her idealism and the strength and force of her convictions.

Now, I do think that the movie would have been better if, like I said in my other post, she had lost her High Fantasy fighting style when finally killing Ares, and just beat him to death with her fists. This is because her character arc is supposed to be her losing her naive ideals about humanity, but choosing to save them despite their flaws and darkness. Ending the fight in the Gritty War Realm instead of the High Fantasy Realm would have paralleled that realization- Diana is no longer fighting in her idealized, art-form style, showcasing the true gruesome reality of death, and the gruesome reality that she killed someone, but she is a hero despite that, and her decision to uphold her mission to protect humanity, despite their violence and flaws, is made with her having fully, viscerally experienced those flaws and that violence herself- in herself.

As it was, it felt to me a bit like Diana was still ignoring the realities of war and death, and the High Fantasy Realm was just running roughshod over the Gritty War Realm (plugging its ears and going “lalala I can’t hear you). Diana’s character arc neatly and beautifully brings the idealism of High Fantasy into concord with the ugly reality of Gritty War, but the effect is undermined by the final fight’s insistence on a neat, High Fantasy conclusion, and would have been better supported if Diana had fully immersed herself in the Gritty War Realm and come out the other side with her High Fantasy ideals. 

sorry for the length and the plot analysis digression. If only I were majoring in something that would require me to analyze the shit out of the plot of Wonder Woman…

North Carolina needed 6,500 farm workers. Only 7 Americans stuck it out.
When you have an agricultural economy and no immigrants, getting business done gets tough.

The NCGA is the nation’s largest user of the H-2A guest worker program, which is designed with agricultural workers in mind. Under that program’s regulations, Clemens explains, NCGA “must submit an application to the US Department of Labor proving that it has actively recruited US natives and native workers will not take NCGA jobs.”

That data is interesting, because it describes the labor market before any immigrant workers are recruited. That, as Clemens says, “allows us to assess the willingness of native workers to take farm jobs before they can even be offered to foreign workers, meaning that this study does not miss any impact caused by people who self-select out of an area or occupation because of competition with foreign workers.”

That willingness, he finds, is basically nonexistent. Every year from 1998 to 2012, at least 130,000 North Carolinians were unemployed. Of those, the number who asked to be referred to NCGA was never above 268 (and that number was only reached in 2011, when 489,095 North Carolinians were unemployed). The share of unemployed asking for referrals never breached 0.09 percent.

When native unemployed people are referred to NCGA, they’re almost without exception hired; between 1998 and 2011, 97 percent of referred applicants were hired. But they don’t tend to last. In 2011, 245 people were hired out of 268 referred, but only 163 (66.5 percent) of the hired applicants actually showed up to the first day of work. Worse, only seven lasted to the end of the growing season.


Tekken 5

Heihachi, at the end of Tekken 4: *dogpiled by dozens of Jack 4s that self-destruct*

Heihachi, in a coma from the impact, missing the entirety of Tekken 5: “mm”

anonymous asked:

7. “Are you always this clingy?” Wit Alex Danvers? Please <3

Originally posted by machinesvoice

 You hadn’t seen Alex in almost two days. Normally you would be okay with that considering her taxing job but for some odd reason or not you found yourself  missing her more then usual. You cuddled deeper into the blankets that covered the bed of your shared apartment. You sighed softly and tried to inhale the smell of her shampoo that lingered on the bed. 

“Well hello there.” said the teasing tone of a familiar voice. Your head shot up almost immediately any sign of exhaustion replaced with excitement.

“Alex!” You cheered enthusiastically and got off the bed to give her a hug. She laughed and hugged you back careful not to fall backwards from the impact.

“Miss me?” She asked cockily. Your reply was muffled in her shirt and you buried your face deeper into her neck. When you didn’t let go of her Alex raised an eyebrow. “You okay there?” She asked softly carefully positioning herself so she didn’t squish you. You hummed in response and after some awkward seconds pulled away.

Alex grinned lazily as she cupped her hands around your face. “Are you always this clingy?” You pouted and she kissed your cheek laughing. You tried dragging her to the bed so you could cuddle and sleep considering that Alex must have hardly gotten any while working at the DEO.

“Whoa so eager to get into bed?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and shoved pajamas into her arms.

“As much as I love that awesome spy suit of yours, it is not very cuddly now change." Alex gasped and put a hand over her heart in mock offence. You nodded at her trying not to laugh.

"Now all have you know me and this suit have been together longer than we have.” She said crossing her arms. You snickered and mirrored her offended expression.

“Change,” you paused giving her puppy dog eyes, “please!” She closed her eyes and but eventually caved muttering something about not playing fair. When she finished changing she looked at you sullenly.

“Happy?” asked Alex with pout.

“Oh very,” you grinned and wrapped your arms around her neck pulling her in for a brief kiss. “Now sleep!” you said happily when you pulled away.

“But I’m not tired!" Alex frowned as she yawned. You gave her a small smile and raised your eyebrows.

"That didn’t count.” She said crossing her arms and turning away from you. Your smile grew larger, after all pouty Alex was the cutest Alex. You pulled at her arm gently and tugged her into the bed. You laid your head on her chest while she wrapped her arms around you protectively.

You breathed her in and mumbled tiredly, “I love you.” You could practically feel the giddy smile growing on her face.

“I love you too.”

Deprivation (John Murphy x Reader)

Request: Can you do an imagine, when Y/N is in love with Murphy? So, she decides, that in next day she will tell him about it, but she has a nightmare, when he makes fun about it, and she is scared to talk him? Then, Murphy rescues her from grounder, and she says to him about her nightmare? Love to you 😘

Originally posted by knightofthefandom

Eyes squeezed shut, you couldn’t stop the images running before your eyes. Tonight as you lay in your unmade bed, you endure one of the worst nightmares you ever remember having. Sighing in relief as you see the light of the rising sun, you sit up quickly almost laying back down when you get light headed. You awoke in the early hours of the morning and you hadn’t been able to close your eyes since. Your entire brain and body scream and ache for you to sleep, but you ignore it and stand up instead. 

“You look like shit.” You hear the familiar voice of John Murphy tease you when you sit down next to him. Biting into an apple, he looks over at you with a smirk. You don’t feel like eating, “Rough night?” He inquires.

Keep reading

Never settle down for what Kurt Hummel did. Remember boys and girls, you are worth so much more.

Won’t let people who helped you in the past be entitled to hurt you in the future, because you don’t owe anything to them. 

You need someone who won’t cheat on you. Someone who won’t blame you for their own insecurities. Won’t try to put down your achievements. Won’t humiliate you in front of all your friends. won’t get horny for other people the second you’re not around.

Won’t lie to you when they need to earn your trust back after they lost it in the worst way possible. 

Go for someone who will put your happiness before their own. Let you have your success and be proud of you. 

Go for someone who won’t let you throw away your dreams. Someone who will make you a better person. 

Be a unicorn.