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Make a choice Dean

A/N: Story begins in the middle of a hunt.

Warnings: Angst

Make a choice Dean Masterlist

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Originally posted by sammyseyebrows

You and Sam looked around the hallway you were standing in; there was nothing special about it. Just a hallway of what appeared to be an empty factory. Glancing over at Sam, you nodded at each other, silently communicating that you should move.

The two of you were looking for Dean who had been taken by the djinn who fed off of fear. Sam had killed it a day ago but Dean never woke up, which led to where you are now; walking in Dean’s nightmare, trying to find him so that he could wake himself up.

You had just turned the corner when you heard a voice chuckling from what sounded below you. Sam heard it too because he glanced at you before walking to the railing to view what was going on below you.

Your eyes widened as you took in the scene; the dream’s version of you and Sam were each tied to a chair while Dean stood five feet in front of you. A man, a demon with black eyes showing, stood off to the side a few feet away.

“The hell?” You heard Sam say next to you.

“What is going-” You began but stopped when you heard the demon begin to speak.

“Alright Dean, choose. Do you want to save your brother, the one you raised and spent your entire life looking after.” The demon paused, “Or your little half sister who you didn’t even know about until the apocalypse? Your choice.” He said while handing Dean a gun, “You better choose quickly, otherwise I might just kill them both.”

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Noctis: Hey Prompto?

Prompto: Yeah?

Noctis: You ever wish…that you were someone else?

Prompto: What…. do you mean?

Noctis: That maybe… you were born someone else? Different life. Different….destiny.

Prompto: Hah, what’s gotten into you all the sudden?

Noctis: Sometimes I wish… I was born…just a regular kid. School, friends, college…job…. just…the normal stuff, ya know?

Prompto: Why would you want to be a boring, everyday nobody? You’re royalty! You have it made man! I’d trade places with you in a heartbeat. Believe me.

Noctis: Its not all… it’s chalked up to be. The responsibilities that fall on my shoulders… it feels like bricks. Knowing that one day… I will be king, it’s…. a lot to absorb. Ya know?

Prompto: Yeah, I guess you’re right….well no worries man. I’m here for ya! I mean, I can’t help you with kingly duties, but I can definitely be there when you want to kick back and cut loose. Just cuz you’re king doesn’t mean we can’t play video games and eat junk food. Oh!! Hey!! Did you see that!? Shooting star! Make a wish! Oh,….A little advice: Don’t wish for a different life. We may not have ever met and became friends. That’s a sad existence I don’t care to live.

Noctis: Heh, yeah… I guess you’re right.

Clark’s Niece - Part 1

So I’m gonna change their age a little bit. The reader is 8 and Damian is 10.

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You were terrified. Uncle Clark wants to take you up to the Watchtower to meet the rest of the Justice League. Neither you or Clark is entirely sure how you ended up on Earth, but according to the DNA test that Batman had run, you were definitely related to Uncle Clark. Connor had also taken an instant liking to you, mainly because you preferred to be around your cousin more than your uncle.

The Zeta tube announces the arrival of Superman, and everyone turns toward the sound. You reach out, gripping the edge of Uncle Clark’s cape, hiding behind him. “Everyone, this is my niece, Y/N”

You duck behind Uncle Clark’s cape, there are too many strangers for you to feel comfortable. Uncle Clark chuckled and moved his cape, balling it up so you can’t hide anymore.

A red blur zooms up to you, crouching beside you, “Hello! My name is Barry! It’s really nice to meet Big Blues niece!” The man pulled off his mask, revealing a young face and kind eyes.

“Uncle Clark” you whisper; your shaking hands griping the leg of his costume.

“It’s alright” Clark crouched down so he was eye level with you, “Come on, say hello to Barry”

“H-Hello Mr. Barry” you whisper, shyly holding out your hand. Barry grins, gently shaking your hand, he’s obviously excited. You can feel him almost vibrating beside you.

“Just Barry is fine, sweetheart! Or Uncle Barry”

You smile shyly and nod, the other League members slowly come forward to meet you, until you have been introduced to everyone but Batman and Robin. At that point you have come out of your shell a little bit.

“Hello, Batman! Hello Robin” You float up until you are eye level with Batman’s face, “You’re my favorite League member! It’s really nice to meet you”

Bruce lips quirk in a smirk, “It is very nice to meet you too, Y/N. My name is Bruce. This here is my son Damian”

You immediately drop down to face Damian, “tt, Father I do not understand why I had to attend this meeting”

You tilt your head, and suddenly dart in, wrapping your arms tightly around Damian. Several of the adults gasp, tensing ready to separate the two, “Hello, you are gonna be my best friend”

Damian struggles for a minute, before he gives one last sigh and begrudgingly hugs you back. Every League member freezes, fully expecting Damian to attack you for touching him. “I suppose I can allow you to befriend me, having a Super at my side could have its benefits.”

You smile, happy to have finally made a friend, you grab onto Damian’s cape, making sure you don’t lose your new friend.

There’s a flurry of wind and suddenly your cousin is standing next to Uncle Clark, “Sorry I’m late, Y/N! I had to do a quick patrol before I came up here”

You let out a happy shriek and shoot into Kon’s arms. “Kon!! I missed you!”

The older Kryptonian chuckled, “It’s only been a day, honey!”

You grab onto Kon’s hand and drag him over, “Have you met Damian? He’s my best friend!”

Connor chuckled, “Didn’t you just meet the little brat? How can you be best friends already, squirt?”

You giggle happily and zoom back over to Damian, who immediately folds you into a hug. You squirm until you’re facing your cousin, but still wrapped in the older boy’s arms. ” Come say hi, Kon!!”

The adult Justice League members smile and shake their heads at you younger heroes’ antics. “I’m gonna call it” Barry announced, loud enough for the adults to hear, but the younger ones were too preoccupied to be paying attention so they didn’t. “Those two are going to be married someday”

Clark stiffens immediately, turning to look at the two youngest. His mouth opens in horror when he sees Robin gently cradling his niece against his armored chest. The smallest Super wiggles out of Robin’s hold and hangs onto his cape, letting herself be pulled around wherever Robin goes.

“Not going to happen, Barry” Clark growled

Bruce raises one eyebrow, “And why not? Do you think my son isn’t good enough for your niece?”

Clark turns around, “I didn’t say that, Bruce. Damian is a good kid, but I mean, Y/N is so young …”

“Well they can be friends, can’t they? I mean there’s no harm in that” Bruce smirks, placing a hand on his best friends shoulder, “What harm could it do, they’re both young, and there are so few young people in the Hero role. It’ll be good for them to have a friend”

Clark looks like he wants to argue again, but he doesn’t want to start anything, “I suppose Y/N could use a friend”

Bruce’s smirk gets bigger, “I’m glad you see it that way, Clark. But Barry … I do have to agree with you, those two are going to get married”

Clark gapes at Bruce as the other League members laugh. Bets are made while Clark just stands there in complete shock. He is the only one to say that the won’t be getting married.

“Dami!” You call. Damian had vanished, he had been right behind you, but when you turned around he was gone. You could feel tears build up in your eyes, you had already lost your first friend and it hadn’t even been a day. You were alone, and you were scared. “Dami!!!” You sob.

You fly around, frantically looking for your best friend, but you can’t find him. Damian is actually the one who finds you.

“Beloved? Why are you crying?” His eyes are wide behind his mask, “Who hurt you? I will kill them!”

You fling your arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce hug, careful of your advanced strength. Damian stands up, picking you up with him and sits down in a nearby chair. “I was so scared” you sob, “Thought I lost you!”

Damian rocks back and forth, “Hush, Beloved, hush. I am here. I am so sorry for leaving you, I did not realize how much stress my disappearance would cause you”

You sniffle, nuzzling into Damian’s throat, “Just … Just don’t do it again, okay?”

“Never, Beloved, never.”

“Y/N it’s time to go!”

Tears immediately fill your eyes, “I don’t wanna go Uncle Clark”

“We have to go back to the farm. Grandma and Grandpa will be worried if we don’t head back soon”. Uncle Clark crouches down so he’s eye level with you.

The tears spill over, “I don’t want to leave my new friend. Damian said that we are gonna get married. If we are married, then you can’t separate us”.

“How dare you upset my Beloved” Damian snarls, taking a step in front of you. He whips out one of his swords, leveling it at Uncle Clark’s chest, he was ready to fight for you.

Everyone froze when Bruce let out a chuckle, “It seems like the children have taken a liking to each other. Why doesn’t Y/N come back to the Manor with me, the two can have a sleep over?”

You zoom over to Clark, “Please? Please? Please Uncle Clark?!?”

Uncle Clark looks like he’s in pain, “Alright, but just for tonight”.

At the conformation Bruce full on smiles, and Uncle Clark growls at the man, “This means nothing” Uncle Clark hisses. Bruce just shakes his head and leads the two young vigilantes to the Zeta tube.

The signs as The Adventure Zone quotes
  • Aires: "I'm afraid nobody else will have me."
  • Taurus: "I find not killing people to be pretty easy. I do it every day."
  • Gemini: "Kiss my ass, you sanctimonious bastard."
  • Cancer: "Suck my butt, Justin!"
  • Leo: "The ones looking for the truth, they're never the bad guys."
  • Virgo: "You're going to be amazing."
  • Libra: "I'll be having my body back, you undead fuck."
  • Scorpio: "The audience applauds hornily."
  • Sagittarius: "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Because I'm about to shoot you out of a cannon."
  • Capricorn: "I don't need your help, pal! I can fuck any onion I want!"
  • Aquarius: "Like I say to the wife before I get into bed, make room for Greg! 'Cause, uh, Greg's here."
  • Pisces: “Great, I grab some chairs. I grab furniture! Why are we looting? This isn’t a dungeon. People do business here! Just because you find money in a bank doesn't mean you can just take it with you."
Types of Overwatch Players
  • The Semi Casual: You're an average gamer whose here to have fun but still wouldn't mind wining. Maybe you just want a new loot box, maybe you've been invited to a friend's rad new custom game-whatever the reason, you have time off from work or school and need to unwind. If you need to play healer, you'll play healer. Your team could use a second tank? You can play Widowmaker the next game right? You're comfortable with almost all game modes but will dive into Competitive if you're feeling confident. Your POTG is a welcome surprise and something you likely worked to earn through teamwork.(Possible Mains: Lucio, Orisa, Zarya)
  • The Glory Hound: You have one objective and it's definitely not the one you're supposed to be defending. You want your Play Of the Game and anyone who steals your kills is getting cussed out in the group chat. You could care less about team composition, you have your main and anyone who tells you to switch is just jealous of your awesome skills. Similar to The Single Player, teamwork is not your priority as everyone is just a pawn to your inevitable success. Your team winning is cool and all, but what you really want is for YOU to be the winner. You are a monster in Competitive but in the worst possible ways. (Possible Mains: Bastion, Hanzo)
  • The Sore Loser: You define unreliable. You may as well change your last name to Left The Game, because that's what you're always fucking doing. If a team isn't upholding to your standards, you'll ditch before you even see the inside of your spawn room. If any of your teammates are any less than three stars, they don't deserve the right to brush screen names with you. And if you choose to stay with a team the whole way, you BETTER be winning or else you're out. Despite your incredibly selective choice of teammates, your friend list is completely empty and you scoff at anyone who dares send you one.(Possible Mains: Symmetra, Hanzo)
  • The Party Goer: You're here to have fun. "It's just a game" has been hardwired into your code as you don't do jack shit for your team, you're more concerned about showing off your new emote in the heat of battle. You're a talkative fella with a whole wheel of the most grating voice lines your character currently has. Who cares if you win? At least you'll be in a hilarious pose in all of the kills cams. Your teammates may admire your casual nature, though you're so casual that you've become an inconvenience. Yeah, you'll get eliminations every once in awhile but it's only because no one laugh emoted back at you yet and you have ten seconds left to move this truck (Possible Mains: Junkrat, D.Va, Winston)
  • The Grudge Holder: You are out for blood, my friend, and it's rooted in a deep, personal hatred from a certain someone on the enemy team. Your worst enemy is the kill cam because it has the audacity to catch an image of you dying and forever cementing your target throughout the rest of the game. Fuck your team, you want to get even with that one Pharah who blew you up from across the map. And that McCree who had the nerve to shoot a Deadye in your direction? He's screwed once you get out of spawn. Your teammates have been spanning Group Up for five minutes straight but you're still waiting for that bullshit Symmetra to show back up so you can kill her again and teabag the corpse. (Possible Mains: Widowmaker, Roadhog, Mei)
  • The Single Player: You are a lone wolf through and through, here to carry your team with a twenty player kill streak with a single use of your Ultimate. You're the guy who rushes into enemy lines without a plan, relying on your own bravado to keep you alive before you're spamming for heals half way across the map. You're likely oblivious to what you're supposed to be defending...Or are you attacking this time? Nah, doesn't matter! You got your main before anyone else did so you get to show off your rad skills. God help anyone playing healer. (Possible Mains: Genji, Soldier 76, Reaper)

anonymous asked:

What about shance, your choice of platonic or not, where lance collapses from exhaustion or fever on a mission, and shiro feeling guilty for not noticing sooner?

Opted for shance because I’m trash, leave me here to die. 

“Lance, please keep up,” Shiro hisses over his shoulder. “We have a long walk ahead of us but it shouldn’t be much further now.”

Lance huffs. He was stupid to think that Shiro would go easy on him just because they were together. But Shiro never has–he goes just as hard on him as he does the others during their training sessions, pushes him as he always does while they’re sparring, and nags almost more than his mother if they both end up being awake too late. Lance just wants a breather, or water, or a nap, but Shiro’s hand pressed in his own only proceeds to tug him forward as they trudge through knee-deep sludge.

This planet is disgusting. It’s so hot even their suits don’t seem to have the capability to cool him down fast enough, and the sweat rolling down the neck of Lance’s bodysuit makes him cringe. They’re trying to find a supposedly-abandoned base to get a family heirloom and power source belonging to the people, but the more Lance walks, the less he wants to. Everything is warm and uncomfortable, and he just wants to go back to the castleship.

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anonymous asked:

i really love that post you made about what katara would gain from being with zuko instead of a/ang. i was wondering if you could do one about what zuko would gain from being with katara instead of m@i and do it in a similar structure, directly constrasting between the two relationships?

What Zuko would gain from Zutara


Zuko would gain a partner he can confide in:

Katara: Are you okay?
Zuko: No, I’m not okay. My Uncle hates me, I know it. He loved me and supported me in every way he could and I still turned against him. How can I even face him?
Katara: Zuko, you’re sorry for what you did, right?
Zuko: More sorry than I’ve been about anything in my entire life.
Katara: Then he’ll forgive you. He will.

Rather than someone who shuts him out.

Zuko: I’ve got a lot on my mind. It’s been so long. Over three years since I was home. I wonder what’s changed. I wonder how I’ve changed.
Mαi: (yawns) I just asked if you were cold. I didn’t ask for your whole life story.

Someone who tries to heal his pain:

Zuko: I used to think this scar marked me. The mark of the banished prince, cursed to chase the Avatar forever. But lately, I’ve realized I’m free to determine my own destiny, even if I’ll never be free of my mark.

Katara: Maybe you could be free of it.

Instead of someone who avoids it.

Mαi: Zuko, it’s just a dumb meeting. Who cares?

Zuko: I don’t.
Mai: Well good. You shouldn’t. Why would you even want to go? Just think about how things went to the last war meeting you went to.

Someone who has faith in his judgment:

Katara: What are you doing? She’s playing you. She knows she can’t take us both so she is trying to separate us.

Zuko: I know. But I can take her this time.
Katara: But even you admitted to your Uncle that you would need help facing Azula.
Zuko: There’s something off about her, I can’t explain it but she’s slipping. And this way, no one else has to get hurt.
Katara: [nods]

Rather than someone who distrusts him at the first opportunity.

Someone who shares his friends:

Katara: Get over here, Zuko! Being part of the group means being part of group hugs.

Instead of bashing them behind their backs for no reason.

Someone who gets her hands dirty:

Toph: You guys need some help?

Katara: Toph, help me plug up this drain!

Rather than someone who refuses to.

Mαi: Ughh, disgusting!

Ty Lee: Come on, you heard Azula.We have to follow them.
Mai: She can shoot all the lightning she wants at me, I am not going in that wall sludge juice.

Someone who puts her feelings aside for the greater good:

Aang: Katara?

Katara: I’ll go along with whatever you think is right.

Rather than putting the greater good aside for her feelings.


Someone who would be an amazing mom:

Instead of a terrible one.

Someone who makes imprisonment better:

Instead of worse.

Someone with strong convictions:

Katara: Earthbenders! You don’t know me, but I know of you. Every child of my water tribe village was rocked to sleep with stories of the brave Earth Kingdom and the courageous earthbenders who guard its borders.  Some of you may think that the Fire Nation has made you powerless. Yes, they have taken away your ability to bend, but they can’t take away your courage and it is your courage they should truly fear! Because it runs deeper than any mine you’ve been forced to dig, any ocean that keeps you far from home. It is the strength of your hearts that make you who you are, hearts that will remain unbroken when all rock and stone has eroded away. The time to fight back is now! I can tell you the Avatar has returned! So remember your courage, earthbenders, let us fight for our freedom!

As opposed to none.

Mαi: I don’t believe in auras.
Zuko: Yeah, you don’t believe in anything.
Mαi: Oh, well, I’m sorry I can’t be as high-strung and crazy as the rest of you.

Someone who helps Zuko’s family:

Zuko: Get away from us!
Katara: Zuko, I can help!

Instead of endangering them.

Someone who flings ice daggers at the guy who betrayed her …

… Instead of the guy she is dating.

Someone who stands up for the powerless:

Katara: No. I will never, ever, ever turn my back on people who need me!

As opposed to abusing them.

Mαi: You know what will make you feel better? Ordering some servants around! I might be hungry for a whole tray of fruit tarts! And maybe a little palanquin ride around town… Double time!

Someone who apologizes for her mistakes:

Katara: I’m sorry I yelled at you before.
Zuko: It doesn’t matter.
Katara: It’s just that for so long now, whenever I would imagine the face of the enemy, it was your face.
Zuko: My face. I see.
Katara: No, no, that’s not what I meant.

Rather than turning her mistakes back on him.

And who gives everything she has to a relationship …

… instead of only taking.

He would gain someone who has his back:

Rather than someone who stabs it.

Especially when he’s done everything he can for her.

Most of all, he would gain a partner who appreciates his efforts:

Katara: But I am ready to forgive you.

Katara: I think I’m the one who should be thanking you.

Rather than someone who never appreciates anything about him, ever.

Mαi: Orange is such an awful color.

Mαi: Why would I want that?

Mαi: Thanks. This is really … refreshing.

And who doesn’t have to threaten him to stay with her.

Mαi: But don’t ever break up with me again.

So, my wife and I were having a discussion about the wonderful creation of Pam the HR lady by the fandom and this kind of happened…

Pam walks into the break room at Quantico and looks for the coffee machine; she was going to need a hit of caffeine if she was going to make it through the early morning start. She hadn’t been to Quantico since her original induction, but with the DEO becoming known to other agencies, she was now required to attend the yearly inter-bureau briefing. She nods at a few of the other people present as she fills a mug and inhales deeply.

The caffeine hits her bloodstream as they’re called through to the conference room. They all filter through and Pam takes a seat around the tables that had been arranged into an L formation.

One by one they were asked to introduce themselves and the agency they worked for and Pam feels a sense of relief at finally being able to state that she worked for the DEO, rather than her usual vague answer. What she wasn’t expecting was all the eyes watching her to go wide and a cacophony of noise to fill her ears, one question louder than all the rest;

Which of the Agent Danvers stories are true? They can’t all possibly be true.

Pam chuckles, she had a feeling once it was know she worked for the DEO, stories about a certain Alex Danvers were certain to surface.

‘They’re all true’ she replies with a shrug. She’s a pain in my arse she added in her head.

‘But…’ a young agent stutters, his eyes wide as he watches the HR manager for the FBI nod.

‘All. Of. Them’ Pam states, enjoying the look on the agents face, she was well aware of the rumours that had been going around for years about Agent Danvers and the ‘legendary’ status she had picked up among other agents.

There is silence until the same young agent pipes up again, ‘so she really did fly a spaceship to save Supergirl?’

‘Preposterous!’ an older man in a military uniform yells out. ‘I’ve head many stories about this… this Agent Danvers and refuse to believe that she piloted a spacecraft without any prior training or advance notice! The paperwork alone…’

Pam stays silent and instead reaches into her bag where she had stowed the paperwork she needed to file with the FBI today; the paperwork relating to the second time Alex Danvers had taken it upon herself to fly a spaceship.

‘The paperwork wasn’t any easier the second time around…’ Pam smiles sweetly as she places the paperwork on the table in front of her.

The room erupts once again and Pam just smiles.

The following week Pam opens up the tenth email that day requesting that she holds a HR training session at the DEO. She shakes her head and wonders if they think she doesn’t know the only reason they want to come to the DEO is to meet Agent Danvers.

Her phone rings and she picks it up, pretty sure in who is on the other end. Sure enough, Director Henshaw speaks first, ‘Pam, do you know why I’m being inundated with requests from other agencies for training sessions here?’

‘I do Director, it seems our Agent Danvers is somewhat of a legend at Quantico…’

‘Ah, let me guess, they all want to meet her?’

‘Yes Sir, I’m sorry, I’ll sort this out.’

Pam hangs up and emails Maura the HR Manager at the FBI;

Maura, you have to tell Agent Roberts to stop harassing my Director! Just leave it with me, I’ll figure something out.

Pam decides that she can’t exactly have a ton of agents descend upon the DEO, the only other option is to send Agent Danvers on a field trip…

She shoots a quick email off to Alex explaining that she is required to go to Quantico to pass their training in order to keep her fake FBI badge, now that the DEO is a known organisation to them.

A month later Agent Danvers strides into the training facility with Pam at her side.

‘So I just need to pass the training?’ Alex questions.

‘Yes. To the rest of the world, you’re officially Alex Danvers, FBI. They didn’t take kindly to us faking your credentials, so have decided you need to actually obtain them…’ Pam explains, rather pleased with her cover story.

‘Understood. But that doesn’t explain why you’re here?’

‘To make sure the paperwork between the FBI and the DEO match up…’ Pam replies vaguely. In truth, she couldn’t wait to see how the other Agents reacted to Agent Danvers.

Pam spotted the young agent, Agent Li, from the briefing and smiled. Agent Rogers was also waiting in the training room, bouncing happily from foot to foot in excitement. Alex nodded towards them before entering the changing room to get ready.

The first few physical challenges, Alex passes with ease; simulations of various situations, requiring her to act quickly, shooting targets to avoid danger. As she exits the room, Agent Rogers looks like he’s about to pass out with excitement; she had set a new high score on her first attempt. Pam is filled with pride.

Next is the sparring match, in which new recruits are usually paired against each other. A dark haired woman steps forwards, her hand outstretched, ‘Agent Rizzoli’ she introduces herself, ‘we thought it was a bit unfair to pair you with a rookie…’ Alex laughs as she shakes Agent Rizzoli’s hand.

The pair are evenly matched and soon a small crowd has amassed to watch; money is quickly changing hands as various bets are made. Finally, Alex manages to pin Agent Rizzoli, winning the match. She stands and offers her hand to help the other agent up.

Finally, Alex is taken to the shooting range; by now there are roughly fifty other people crammed into the tiny side room to watch. To no one’s surprise, Alex gets a perfect score in the first round. Deciding she wants to show off a little and also because she’s a tiny bit pissed at being made to jump through all these hoops, she reaches down to her leg to pull out her favourite gun, the one she knew she probably shouldn’t have brought, but there was no way she was leaving her baby at home where Maggie could claim it.

Pam is out of the door and on the shooting range in a flash.

Alex barely has it raised to eye level before she hears a voice behind her.

‘Put it DOWN Agent Danvers’ Pam booms.

Damn it Alex thinks, before lowering it sheepishly.

‘You were under strict instructions not to bring your gun!’

‘But!’ Alex pouts.

‘No buts Agent Danvers… Give it here’ Pam holds out her hand, ‘you can have it back when we return to the DEO.’

Everyone’s jaws drop as they watch badass Agent Danvers slink over to Pam the tiny HR woman and hand over her gun.

Pam nods and heads back into the side room, alien gun in hand, to a captive audience.

‘I think we’re done here’ she states, ‘I expect Agent Danver’s FBI paperwork to be on my desk by the end of the week.’

Rumours still fly around the various agencies about the antics of Agent Danvers, but with a new addition; the tiny woman who can make Agent Danvers relinquish her weapon, just by raising her voice… Pam becomes a legend in her own right.

redacted-metallum  asked:

Tbh I sat up at night once and went "TFP Soundwave is nonverbal and autistic and nobody can tell me otherwise" and then I went to sleep completely satisfied with my brain for the moment

@shocktrooper-redstreaker @aphobic-soundwave @toothlessloveshiccup @agatharights tagging you guys since you all showed particular interest

but let’s talk about both TFP and G1 Soundwave? because pretty much all versions of Soundwave are strongly represented as autistic but those two are the strongest imo

and before anyone says “AUTISM CANT EXIST IN ROBOTS / CYBERTRONIANS / BLAH BLAH” well here’s a canonically autistic transformer!

Please note that this is mostly from my experience as an autistic person. There are MANY symptoms of autism and not every autistic person has them. Every autistic person is different!

If you want to learn more about autism (though I wouldn’t use these sources to write an autistic character – as with that, I would ask advice from actual autistic people), here  are  some  sources.

Also: remember to never use Autism Speaks as a resource/ref. for anything relating to autism! They literally want autistic people dead via eugenics lmao!


G1 (probably the most autistic imo):

  • he’s nonverbal. in G1, he’s shown to be almost exclusively nonverbal or reserved with his speech but then laugh and talk with Megatron, a person he’s comfortable with – autistic people (such as myself) can be quite talkative when around people we’re comfortable with.
  • he’s “socially awkward” - autism literally impedes people in social ability.
  • doesn’t understand most forms of verbal humor. we autistic people have a hard time detecting sarcasm from literal truth, metaphors, and other forms of humor. this is shown lots when the bots/cons make jokes and he’s entirely unresponsive or deadpan. LITERALLY HE ONLY LAUGHS TWICE IN THE ENTIRE G1 SERIES.
    Humor needs to be obvious and straight to the point for Soundwave. He laughs at more physical and obvious forms of humor such as when Starscream shoots at the “robotic plant” and his null ray beam bounces back to hit him and make him fall on his ass. Or when he’s kicking Blaster’s ass.
    Actually those two sources of evidence are the same video just at different times but yeah those are the only two times I can honestly remember that Soundwave’s laughed in canon despite the MANY jokes both the bots and cons have made around him.
  • he has motor skill difficulty. couldn’t find videos for this one so bear with me here. Soundwave in G1 has shown many times to have difficulty in motor skills. you can argue that it was just bad animation but shut up let us have this.
    If you watch G1, whenever the cons are making an escape, pay attention to how Soundwave runs in the bg. He’s clumsy and he almost trips a lot. He runs into things that he could easily jump over. HELL HE EVEN TRANSFORMS AT RANDOM SOMETIMES DURING ESCAPES LIKE WHY YOU DO THAT??
  • He’s monotone. Yeah yeah this is just a “soundwave trait” but lmao listen. Autistic people are terrible with our sense of voice inflections. We’re either too loud or too monotone and “emotionless” with our voices. Do I even have to source “evidence” for this bullshit?
  • he speaks in extremely specific ways. autistic people, when partially nonverbal (which G1 soundwave is), will speak in very specific ways. most of the time it sounds forced or awkward. usually we’re just trying to make sense of things and how to put words into coherent sentences.
    Soundwave speaks awkwardly. This is a simple fact.
    Even in utter panic he still speaks in his peculiar way.
  • he has huge empathy and emotion issues. autism effects people’s perception of emotions and empathy to the point where an autistic person can be blunt and have little to no sense of empathy or emotions (like Soundwave). it’s where one of the ableist myths that “autistic people are emotionless robots” comes from. (on the contrary, however, people with autism can also be hyper-emotional or hyper-empathetic and feel things to a huge extent - which IDW Soundwave also has going on whenever he lets his empath abilities loose).

TFP:

  • he’s nonverbal. like do we even need to debate this one. all soundwave’s are nonverbal and rarely speak.
  • he’s “socially awkward” - autism literally impedes people in social ability.
  • SPECIAL INTERESTS!!!!! TFP Soundwave is KNOWN to be a genius with anything tech related. You could easily argue that this is a special interest regarding tech things.
    (Special Interests (SI for short) are more than just having an intense interest in something. SI’s are specific to autism and mean that an autistic person is hyperfixating on something that interests them. This can lead to an autistic person knowing pretty much everything about a single subject (such as Soundwave with tech stuff) )
  • you could say that he visually stims with the lights on his visor. maybe people think he’s working but really he’s just stimmy. in case you didn’t know, stimming is a repetitive motion or behavior that autistic people (and ADHD people) do in order to relieve stress, focus, etc.
  • he has an “unusual gait” when walking which is actually one of the common traits of autism. he’s slouched and hunched all the time, only straightening out when Megatron is around (probably to show that he’s paying attention).
  • hyperfixates. not only on details to the point where he nitpicks what people say and replays recordings to them if he catches something, but also to the point where he hyperfixates on work almost obsessively. you could call this loyalty but my autistic ass calls it autism lmao.
  • He also has huge empathy and emotion issues, as explained above.

so yeah TLDR Soundwave is hugely represented to be autistic and no one can take autistic soundwave away from me

anonymous asked:

C4: Mchanzo?

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A Beautiful Day for a Neighbor (Lin x Reader)

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Summary: You and Lin are neighbors, and as a result, hilarity ensues. 

Warnings: mentions of death, panic/anxiety attack, swearing, horrible google translate

Word Count: 9,371 (i am so sorry)

A/N: This isn’t necessarily a song fic, because the lyrics are mainly used as line breaks. And, obviously, I have to dedicate this and give credit to the lovely and magnificent Grace (@notthrowingawaymyfood ) She’s one of the reasons any of this got written, and her and I swapped many ideas. Thanks so much, my Alexander.

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor

“What the fuck,” you hissed, rudely awoken by the loud music being blasted from your neighbor’s house. You desperately tried to rub the exhaustion out of your eyes as you groggily sat up. You buried your face in your hands, sighing heavily and shaking your head.

Why did you move to this street into this house?

As if the realtor hadn’t been shady enough, he hadn’t even taken a second to say, “oh, right, your neighbor’s the most annoying asshole to walk this earth.”

You ripped the covers off of your body, exposing your legs to the cold air as you opened your window. You slightly leaned out of it, narrowing your eyes at your dancing neighbor through his open window.

“Hey!” You shouted clapping your hands in order to grab his attention. “What are you doing?!”

He turned to face you, his seemingly soft, black hair swishing to cover his eyes. He carded his fingers through his hair, shooting you a grin that was too positive for the time of day. “Looks like someone isn’t a morning person!”

You groaned audibly as you dug your fingers into your temples, a headache approaching from the loud music. “I don’t even know your name and you’re already giving me a headache.”

“It’s Lin, sunshine.” He rested his elbows against his windowsill, throwing a sarcastic smile at you.

“Well, that’s a stupid name!” you huffed, staring him down from the usually short ten-or-so feet that separated you from his house. His stupid fingers drummed against his stupid window as his stupid pearly-white teeth in his stupid little grin taunted you. His bright laugh that rang through the air was the color of the glittering sun, luminous and yellow and bursting with energy. ‘Hey—what are you laughing at?”

“Nothing,” a spurt of giggles escaped through his lips. “That was just really cute: you getting all mad like that.”

Your cheeks burned with the pink flush that crept up on you. You exhaled sharply, crossing your arms across your chest.

“He thinks he can just wake me up like that and try to be all smooth—no. I won’t allow it.” You cursed under your breath as he cocked his head to the side at your actions.

“You have to tell me your name, now!” He tilted his chin towards the sky, raising a challenging eyebrow.

You scoffed, glaring his way. “No I don’t!”

A cocky smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes twinkling like the moon still barely visible in the early morning sky. “Yes you do!”

“I certainly do not.”

“If you tell me your name I’ll shut off the music.”

You perked up at this, your eyes brightening as you raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “Really? You would?”

He shrugged with uncertainty, a playful smile gracing his full lips.

“My name’s Y/N. Now can you turn off the damn music?” You gave him a pleading look, tiredness evident in the bags under your eyes.

Lin stroked his almost nonexistent beard, his lips puckering to the side in thought before beaming at you.  “Hmmm…no.”

You gaped, making aimless gestures into the air. “But—you said—”

Lin raised his arms, his palms facing you in defense. “I didn’t say anything.”

You sighed heavily, folding your arms over themselves on your windowsill and resting your head. What were you going to do with this agitating man across from you? Your eyes flicked around his house, taking in the morning sun that nourished the half-wilted flowers sitting pretty near his porch. It seemed like him to not take care of his flowers.

“Do you want coffee?” Lin’s voice pulled you from your silent trance, his pleading eyes suddenly looking inviting. “You really look like you could use some coffee.”

You glared at Lin from your dark circle clad eyes, your mouth twisting into a frown. “I don’t want any coffee from you, I want you to turn your fucking music off so I can actually get some decent sleep.”

“Aw man, I had my Keurig all ready and everything.” His bottom lip poked out into a pout, his eyes having a very certain glitter to them that drew you in. You let out a breathy laugh, Lin’s glowing features washing over you like a crashing wave. His skin soaked in the sun as his disappointed expression was quickly replaced by a toothy grin.

“Maybe next time.” A ghost of a smile trailed along your lips.

“Oh? So there’s a next time?” Lin’s eyebrow quirked up, a smile of his own plastered on his face.

“No! I meant,” you sighed. What did you mean? “Sure, yeah. There’s a next time.”

Would you be mine?

Your eyebrows furrowed as you suppressed a groan, glaring fiercely at your fingers that pressed on the strings of your guitar. Your eyes flitted back to your phone screen that displayed the chords of your favorite song before settling on your fingers again. You shuffled your fingers around the nylon strings to match the picture on your phone next to you, strumming your pick hesitantly over the sound hole. You smiled brightly at the melodious sound that finally filled your room as you stretched and shook out your cramped fingers, readying yourself to learn another chord.

You squinted your eyes at your phone screen, examining the fingering for the next chord as a voice stretched across your yard and into your open window.

“Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drum, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!” Lin’s smooth, yet heavy, voice resounded as you set your guitar and pick gently on your bed. You swiftly stood up, sighing in frustration as you paced over to your window.

“Will you join in our crusa—”

“Excuse me, but some people are trying to learn guitar over here!” You shouted, cupping your hands around your mouth as Lin’s head snapped up to you, a smile gracing his features.

You heard his hearty laugh from his room as he cracked open his window just a bit more. “And how’s that going for you?”

Your mouth hung open as you gave him a disapproving look. Your gaze shifted to the floor as you dismissed his humor. “That’s none of your business,” you mumbled, lifting your head up to look at him. “What is that? What you were singing?”

Lin’s chocolate eyes widened, tilting his head towards you as his mouth formed the shape of an ‘o’. He gave you a look of disbelief. “It's—it’s from Les Miserables, you know, the musical?”

A state of confusion washed over you, your eyebrows knitting together as you looked at Lin incredulously. “Is that french for ‘fuck you?’”

Lin snickered, shaking his head at your antics. “No, actually it means—”

“I don’t even wanna know.” A hint of a smirk played on your lips, something Lin took notice of as he softly smiled. “What I wanna know is why my lovely guitar session was so rudely interrupted.”

Lin shrugged, at a loss for words as he gazed at you from his window. “I don’t think lovely is the word I’d use.”

You gasped, pursing your lips and squinting your eyes at Lin. He sent you a cheeky smile that set your chest ablaze and your heart to your throat. “You—You’re so annoying!” You huffed, unsure of what else to say as you dismissed the feeling that his dazzling grin gave you.

“Then why don’t you just close your window from time to time?” Lin cocked a challenging eyebrow, leaning forward on his elbows.

“I—” you abruptly stopped, gazing in thin air as you wracked your mind for an answer. “I don’t know.” Your voice was almost a whisper, yet Lin’s smile was gentle and inviting. It made you feel safe.

“Is it because my charming looks lure you to your window each day?” His assuring demeanor was immediately dropped and replaced with a humorous smirk as you rolled your eyes.

“That’s enough outta you.” You laughed, your fingers gripping your window as you slid it shut.

Could you be mine?

“Hey! Y/N!” Lin shouted from his window, a vibrant smile permanently on his face as he waved his arms in the air.

“What now?” You had abruptly stopped walking, spinning on your heel to turn to Lin as you feigned annoyance.

The truth was, Lin had consumed your thoughts: he had taken them over without your permission, and you were scared. You had a love/hate neighborly bond, and you loved every second of it, even when his lawnmower was just too damn loud. Even when you were overwhelmed with an urge to water his now fully wilted flowers. Even when he played his music so loud that you could hear it from your window, or when he danced ridiculously when he thought no one was watching.

“So, uh,” he turned around as he receded back into his room before returning to the window once again, holding a stack of envelopes. “I may have accidentally switched up your mailbox with mine and gotten your mail.”

“Wait, hold on, I want to make sure that I’m hearing this right.” You held up a finger, shushing Lin as you hung your head in disbelief. “How do you accidentally confuse our mailboxes from one another? That’s literally impossible.”

Lin shrugged, a desperate expression falling on his face. “Hey! I was really tired, you can’t blame me!”

“Lin, the mail gets here at three o’clock. That’s actually the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” Lin’s bottom lip poked out as his pleading eyes resembled a lost puppy.

You let out a dramatic sigh, shooting Lin a smile. “I suppose so…” Lin’s entire face brightened before you pointed an accusing finger at him. “As long as you give me back my mail. I have really important stuff in there.”

Lin placed a finger on his bottom lip, cocking his head as his lips curled into a smirk. “What kind of important stuff?”

Stuff that could make or break my career, Lin.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, slightly annoyed at Lin’s ability to find this situation funny.

“And what’s your job?”

“I write biographies, okay? I need that mail.”

“Wait, for real?” Lin’s head snapped up, a curious glint in his eyes as a grin fell on his face.

You paused for a second at his sudden change of attitude, uncertain as to why Lin would find your job interesting. “I—yeah—I guess you could say that.”

No doubt I’ve read some of your work. What’s your full name?”

“Y/N L/N…?”

Lin suddenly slapped at the windowsill, pointing at you with a beam. “Oh my god, yeah! You write the biographies about people during the Revolution!”

You gaped in surprise, a smile slowly spreading on your lips at Lin’s recognition. “Yeah, I do! I can’t believe you’ve actually read my books.”

“Well, duh, they’re amazing.” Lin said in a matter of fact way. “I actually used some of them for research for my job.”

“And what do you do?”

“I write musicals, songs, I act. A bit of everything. I used your books to write a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

“Wait, what?” Your eyebrows almost shot into the sky.

Lin’s face fell at your response, slapping a hand to his forehead. “Never mind, I knew it was—”

“No, no, no! Lin, that’s a great idea! That's—that’s genius!” Your eyes twinkled in astonishment as Lin instantly perked up. You both grinned at each other from your windows, barely able to hold in your excitement at the recent news.

“That’s a different reaction than what I usually get.” Lin chuckled humorlessly, mostly to cover up the memories of when his idea was considered unrealistic and unreasonable.

Your eyebrows knitted together, confused on how Lin’s idea could have cause a different reaction. “What do you mean?”

Lin pursed his lips, a finger to his chin in thought. “Most people, like…they thought it was ridiculous, for lack of a better word. It was either ‘who even is that?’ or ‘why would you do that?’ or ‘that’s never going to work.’ And it’s hard to ignore that, y’know? That’s why I didn’t tell so many people before the show started to take off. You have to get rid of the negative energy somehow, yeah?”

You nodded in comprehension, your gazed fixed to Lin as he talked generously with his hands moving about and you found yourself wondering why anyone would deny this man’s creative process. He was obviously an experienced writer and thinker, it should be clear to see that any idea he puts into his head eventually can find a way to work out.

“Yeah,” a faint smile ghosted your lips as you saw a bit of yourself in Lin. “I feel that. A small part of my family didn’t support my dream of writing when I first started, ‘cause it’s a slow process. I just kept going, even with the huge chance of my career failing. I had to at least try. If you don’t try you’ll never know what could’ve been.”

The sides of Lin’s vibrant eyes crinkled, his lips spreading into a soft smile of agreement. He clung onto every word that spilled from your mouth, not wanting this moment to end, not wanting to pretend that you “hated” each other. His voice was low with admiration and a bit of something else you couldn’t quite catch. “And look where it got you.”

“Look where it got me. Look where it got you.” Your eyebrows raised in emphasis, remembering that Lin had small relations to you before you had even met. Your gaze suddenly shifted to the many envelopes still in Lin’s hand. “Oh! I kinda need my mail back.”

A mischievous grin fell on Lin’s face as you glanced up at you from tilted head. “You want me to throw it to you?”

Your eyes practically shot out of your head, your mouth slightly open at his proposition. “No, Lin!”

“I’m gonna throw it to you. Right here. Between our houses.” Lin gestured slightly between you to emphasize the distance.

“Lin, you wouldn’t dare! I swear to God, if you drop my bills—”

“Okay, okay.” He raised both of his hands in surrender. “Then how are you gonna get your mail?”

“You can just, you know, put it in my mailbox. That is, if you don’t mix it up with yours.” An amused giggle escaped your lips.

His mouth spread into a sheepish grin, glancing to the envelopes. “I guess that could work too…” he muttered before he escaped your vision, soon emerging from his front door. You swiftly walked to the window that faced your front yard, squinting at the figure that waved your mail in the air, pointing at it as he placed it in your mailbox.

You saw his hand begin to reach for the flag, a smirk on his face and his eyes focused on you. You vigorously shook your head, violently waving your arms as if to say “don’t you dare.” He erupted into a fit of laughter, leaving the flag go as his face broke into a playful grin.

You shook your head dismissively, a smile creeping up on your lips as you stepped away from the window.

It’s a neighborly day in this beautywood, a neighborly day for a beauty

Later that night, your chin rested in your hands, your eyes trained on the faint stars that spilled across the vast night sky. Your couldn’t see many due to constant light pollution, but once in awhile you returned to your window and let the breezy air flood your senses. You liked to use it as a stress-relieving mechanism, and most of the time it worked well. You found peace in simply just people watching, observing your surroundings and taking the opportunities of inspiration that came to you.

That night had been different.

Your tranquil daze had been interrupted by a car driving past your street and pulling into Lin’s dimly lit driveway.

Your eyes immediately traveled to Lin, who climbed out of the driver’s seat, lightly jogging over to the passenger’s side and opening the door graciously. A fairly short woman hopped out, her brown, silky hair cascading down her back.

You felt your heart pang with an unfamiliar jealously as Lin hastily put his arm around the woman’s shoulders, the two of them giving each other similar warm smiles. They exchanged a few words before Lin’s eyes met yours as he smiled once again in recognition. He raised a hand and politely waved in your direction as you threw a faint wave back at him, your eyes trailing behind him and the woman as Lin’s door shut behind them with a click.

You let out a shaky breath as you ran your hands down your face, peeking at the moon through your cold fingers.

“God,” you laughed quietly, walking away from the window. You paced around your room thoughtfully before lying on your bed, a steady gaze burning a hole in your ceiling. “Why are you so difficult?” You whispered into thin air, seeking an answer from anyone.

Would you be mine?

Lin gazed into the white, drifting nimbus clouds littered across the horizon as he alternated between incessantly tapping his pencil against his full notepad and lightly chewing on the end of it.

He needed inspiration and he needed it quick.

Tackling songs for Moana was an absolute dream for Lin, however, his ideas were fleeting. Nothing was sticking and he felt utterly exhausted. He switched from chewing on his pencil to annoyingly tapping it just as you stepped out of your front door.

Lin took in your appearance, all the way from your messily styled bun that sat on top of your head to your slipper clad feet. You desperately tried to brush a few baby hairs out of your face with no avail as you rubbed your eyes. Lin’s gaze focused on you as you trudged over to your mailbox, your slippers scuffing against the pavement. You pulled open the door of the mailbox, your eyes immediately trained on the stack of mail that Lin had recently returned to you. A soft smile danced on your lips as you took the mail out, flipping through the envelopes.

A short, sweet whistle from above you interrupted your thoughts as your tired eyes snapped up to meet Lin’s that held the same amount of exhaustion. A lazy smile grazed his lips as you gazed at him, slightly waving.

“See, I told you I’d give ‘em back.” You took a moment to notice the prominent plum-colored half circles just below his eyes. You felt a sense of sympathy at this sight, feeling slightly remorseful as you found yourself relating to him.

“Never said you wouldn’t.” You widened your eyes at the sound of your hoarse voice, clearing your throat just after catching Lin’s light chuckle.

“I had a feeling.” Lin cocked his head to the side in amusement, his eyes traveling along your fluffy robe and worn bunny slippers.

“Mhm.” You hummed in response, sending him a playful eye roll as you closed the mailbox door.

“Did you get your ‘really important stuff’ you hassled me into returning?” Lin’s soft chocolate eyes brightened with his grin as the sun filled you with warmth, just as Lin had done to you.

Lin was a bright, burning, beautiful, glistening sun that oozed with radiance. He carried himself with a humble confidence and a bounce in his step. Of course, he also had a semi-hidden exhaustion that followed him to the end of the earth. He was a man of many talents and many thoughts, but he was just tired.

And you wanted to be there for him.

You took a moment to skim through your mail once again, looking back up at Lin with a satisfactory smile. “Yes, in fact, I did.”

A warm expression graced Lin’s face as he looked upon you with captivating eyes that grabbed you with no intention of letting go. “Look at you, going places, being more successful than me.”

You glared at him jokingly, dipping your head low. “You wrote a musical about Alexander Hamilton. I don’t think I can top that.”

“If it weren’t for you it wouldn’t be possible, though.” Lin reminded you, pointing a finger your way.

“Sure, sure. Whatever floats your boat.” You waved a dismissive hand at him, accepting your   defeat in the matter. You took notice of the tattered and worn notebook in his hands, cocking your head at it. “What’s that full of?”

Lin’s eyebrows drew together in confusion before he followed your gaze to his notebook. “Oh, this, I—” he fiddled with it, switching its placement from one hand to the other. “It’s just a mass of ideas. I guess it’s like my mind in a book: I record all my pennies for thoughts, you know. Even the nickels, dimes, quarters, dollar coins, the whole lot.”

You let out a hearty laugh at Lin’s statement, a grin making its way onto your face. Lin found your joy to be infectious as he joined you in the laughter. He looked at you with a great fondness as you saw that he was previously at the window sill for a reason. You thought of last night when you had wracked your brain for inspiration and relief.

Putting two and two together, your mouth formed an “o” shape in realization. “Oh—I’m interrupting an inspiration sesh, aren’t I? I’m sorr—”

“No, you’re fine,” Lin immediately shook his head at you, habitually flipping the pages of his notebook before shutting it. “Thanks to you, I already found the inspiration I needed.”

You were taken aback, your eyebrows a mile high and your jaw to the floor. “Okay, then. I don’t know how inspirational I am, but…” you trailed off, beginning to walk towards your front porch.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll see it soon enough.” Lin assuredly nodded his head, creative juices already flowing in his mind.

“Alright, then. Oh, and Lin?” You stopped in your tracks as Lin’s head snapped over to you. “Who was that woman with you last night?”

Lin leaned forward slightly, a smile falling on his features in recognition. “Ah, yes, that was my sister, Luz…someone’s not jealous, are they?” He waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

Your cheeked flushed the color of the roses placed near your house as you tore your eyes away from Lin, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. “I—No! Absolutely not!”

“Are you sure?” He dragged out the “u,” an irresistible smirk playing on his lips.

“Yep. 100%. No doubt.” You gritted your teeth, suddenly finding interest in the sidewalk as your eyes bored into it with viscousness. Your head popped up, Lin’s sleepy and dazed look crossing your mind again. “One more thing, Lin?”

Lin nodded his head eagerly, his eyes fully trained on you.

“Get some sleep, for Christ’s sake.” You threw him a soft smile of affection.

Lin began to protest, excuses spewing from his mouth but you shushed him, holding a finger.

“Trust me, Lin. I’m a writer too, and you need to get at least some sleep. I have a feeling you stayed up, and I can’t help but sympathize for just how tired you look right now. This was a great chat, but right now I’m worried about you.”

Lin’s eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes filled with a familiar tenderness as he looked at you with such amore. The smallest smile slowly spread across his lips as he nodded ever-so-slowly. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I guess. Hey, thanks for the inspiration—you’re my girl!”

You nodded in satisfaction, breaking the connection between your similarly tired eyes as you stepped through your front door.

“‘You’re my girl.’” You repeated, the words hardly escaping your lips as you stared into the floor.

Could you be mine?

“Hey! Asshole!” You smacked your hand against the siding of your house, which proved to be a terrible decision as you cradled your pained hand.

Lin immediately straightened up, his eyes widening in shock at your yelling. His brows knitted together in confusion, pointing a hesitant finger to himself.

“Yes, you! Who in your house that has a deathwish has been using my wifi? I’ve had slow internet for the past week!” You shouted at Lin, expressing your frustration as he gaped in realization. “It’s you, isn’t it?!”

Lin immediately shook his head, gesturing his arms wildly. “Oh my god, no! That’s probably my housemate, Chris.”

“Who the hell is that?” You mumbled under your breath before shifting your eyes back up to Lin. “Okay, whatever, whoever this Chris is, tell him I wanna have a little chat!”

He threw his head back, letting out a resounding hearty laugh as he exited his room. “Will do!”

“I swear to god when he comes I’m gonna smite him—” you clenched your fists, impatiently waiting for the arrival of Lin’s housemate.

“What do we have here?” An enormous, bald man stepped into your line of sight, raising an eyebrow in your direction with amusement. You squinted your eyes at the intimidating figure as he leaned against his elbows.

You took a moment to evaluate him, your eyes scanning over his body. “Who are you…?”

“Chris Jackson, at your service. And who might you be?”

“No one you need to know.”

Chris sighed in defeat, slipping Lin a five dollar bill as Lin incoherently muttered something along the lines of “I told you, man.”

Your eyes shifted between the two, searching their faces for an answer to the exchange.

Chris shot a glare at Lin—who grinned right back at him—before facing you. “He bet me five bucks that you wouldn’t tell me your name. Why, I have no clue.”

“She didn’t want to tell me her name either; I told you to trust me.” Lin smirked smugly at his unfair bet as Chris let a small smile spread across his lips.

You rolled your eyes at Lin’s antics, Sharing a knowing look with Chris. “It’s Y/N L/N—”

“She’s a writer too!” Lin interrupted you, a giddy beam on his face as he nodded excitedly. Chris’s eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes flitting to you for an elaboration.

“I write biographies about famous figures from the American Revolution. Somehow, one of my books landed in the hands of this total nerd and helped him write his musical.” You tipped your head towards Lin as a tinge of pink warmed his cheeks. Chris glanced at Lin, seemingly communicating with him through his eyes as Lin shook his head at him.

“Anyways!” You tore apart their little eye-communication session, both of them turning to you. “Chris Jackson, we need to have a little talk.” You shot him a sickeningly sweet smile as his smile faltered under your gaze.

“Why…?” Chris habitually cracked his frighteningly long fingers as he placed his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Because you’re the asshole who’s been using my wifi!” You shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him as his eyes widened slightly. “I paid good money for that wifi, and for what? For slow internet just because my neighbor is lazy? Yesterday, I was researching for my next biography and nothing would fucking load!”

He opened and closed his mouth in shock, looking to Lin for a scapegoat. Lin just shrugged his shoulders, giving Chris a look that said “good luck.”

Chris searched the side of your house for a plausible answer, coming up short as his eyes settled on you. “You’ve actually left me speechless. I have no excuse.”

You nodded your head curtly, a smirk creeping onto your lips as you crossed your arms across your chest. “That’s what I thought.”

“And,” Chris held up a finger, raising his eyebrows. “I sincerely apologize for using your wifi. And for the fact that Lin didn’t warn me,” he sent a pointed look towards Lin, who faltered under his gaze. “That you’d be so touchy about the speed of your connection. Whether it be about the connection your wifi or between,” you motioned his finger between you and Lin as you both blushed, shifting your eyes to the floor.

“You hush up.” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at Chris. Your cheeks continued to visibly burn as Chris glanced between you and Lin. Somehow, you knew that he knew. He knew how much Lin consumed you; how much he had affected you with one interaction.

“It’s true, though. I know this guy!” Chris slinged an arm around Lin’s shoulders, a grin illuminating Lin’s face. “And I know that something’s goin’ on. You know it too, don’t you?”

“Chris, don't—” Lin started as Chris held a hand out in front of him in an attempt to shush him.

You saw no other possible choice than to speak up, you eyes trained on the ground. “I—I mean…I guess. Like, there’s obviously something, but I feel like the two of us are too distracted to see it—I’m sorry—that didn’t make any sense at all.” You shook your head, burying it in your hands as you peeked at Lin and Chris through your fingers.

“No, no! That’s exactly it! You know there’s some sort of connection or whatever, but you’re overthinking it way too much.” Chris nodded his head vigorously, wildly gesturing his hands towards you as you paid close attention. Lin had kept quiet for once, fully listening to Chris as his rosy cheeks reminded you of his previous bashfulness.

You nodded your head in comprehension, letting Chris’s wise words mull over you. You sat in a thick, uncomfortable silence that choked you as the three of you stared at each other.

“Well,” you clapped your hands once to find them slick with anxious sweat, “I better get back to work, now that someone isn’t using my wifi anymore!” You glared viciously at Chris, who guffawed, a huge, gleaming smile on his face.

“I said sorry!” Chris cupped his hands around his mouth as you turned around. You could almost hear the grin in his voice.

You hummed loudly in response as you heard Lin and Chris snicker joyously. You grabbed your laptop from your bed, plopping yourself into a chair at your desk, which was conveniently placed near the window. You drummed your fingers against the wood as you waited for your laptop to turn on, a pair of voices grabbing your attention once again. Your eyes widened slightly as you pretended to work, lending your ear to the men you had just been conversing with.

“Lin, listen to me—”

“Chris, she’s never going to—”

Please. You need to tell her how you feel. You give the best advice but never take it and apply it to yourself.”

“And how in the world am I supposed to do that?”

“Lin, get a grip. She’s just a girl, you can—”

“That’s the thing, Chris! She isn’t just a girl. She’s never been just a girl.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, placing a hand over your mouth as an agonizing silence filled the air.

“You should really tell her, Lin. I know you, and I’m sure that if you wait too long, you’re gonna let it tear you apart.”

“It’s already tearing me apart.”

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you, I have always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you

You sighed, placing your warm laptop onto your desk as you carded your fingers through your matted hair. You had spent another night researching, clicking to every website that could give you possible inspiration. You had barely slept, and your eyelids were slowly giving in to the deprivation.

A familiar, melodious whistle caused you to jump, your vision blurring for a split second before glancing at your window. You slowly got up, your muscles aching as you trudged towards your window. Lin walked alongside a small, grey dog, who was just ahead of his heels. Lin mumbled incoherently, bobbing his head to an imaginary beat. He gestured into thin air with his hand, as if to express and emphasize his words more thoroughly. You smiled at the sight, placing your chin in your hand.

“That’s a sight for sore eyes.” You called as Lin looked in all directions before settling his soft eyes on you, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.

“Why thank you, I knew you’d come to your senses eventually.” He grinned humorously, the gleam from his lips rising to and brightening his eyes. The sun shone down upon his face, his eyelashes casting shadows beneath his eyes.

A gleeful smile of your own spread across your slightly chapped lips. “Not you, doofus, the dog.” You nodded towards the little, gray bundle of energy that raced around his feet, tangling the leash between Lin’s legs. You laughed heartily, a sound that caused Lin’s eyes to scrunch and his lips to turn upwards. He attempted to step out of the trap that had been set for him, an almost inaudible string of words falling from his mouth.

“Good to know that I’m appreciated ‘round here.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “No, but, this little troublemaker is Tobillo. And no, that does not translate to ‘fuck you.’” You both let a giggle out at that. “Long story short, this pup nibbled on my ankle, hence the name Tobillo. It’s Spanish for ankle.”

You cocked your head to the side in amusement, a toothy smile plastered on your face. “That’s really cute. And, you know Spanish? Or did you just look that up?”

“Puedo saber un poco, si contamos dominar.” (I may know a bit, if you count being fluent.) Lin laughed as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“Lo que sea, ahora estás mostrando.” (Whatever, now you’re just showing off.) You squinted your eyes at him as his eyes grew wide at your words.

A smirk tugged at Lin’s lips as he raised an eyebrow. His eyes flitted around your face with a fondness that didn’t match his expression. “Impressive.”

“Est-ce que tu parles d'autres langues?” (Do you speak other languages?) Your lip placed between your teeth, you awaited Lin’s answer.

Lin’s jaw went slack as he stared at you with a look of confusion, his brows knitted together. “¿Qué?” (What?)

You giggled, your eyes squeezing shut at Lin’s reply. You waved a dismissive hand at him as he continued to decipher your french. “Chris debe pensar que estamos locos.” (Chris must think we’re crazy.)

Lin shrugged slightly, his eyes rolling at the mention of his housemate’s name. “Probablemente se está volviendo loco por esta pequeña interacción. Él realmente quiere que seamos una pareja.” (He’s probably freaking out over this little interaction. He really wants us to be a couple.)

You looked to the sky, tapping a finger against your chin as you feigned deeply thinking. “Sí, preferiría no.” (Yeah, I’d rather not.)

Lin let out a chuckle, his smile faltering and his vibrant eyes losing their twinkle. Your chest tightened at this sight as a surge of regret coursed through you.

“Pero en serio…” (But, seriously...) Your gaze was cast downwards as you anxiously twisted a strand of hair between your fingers. “No es una mala idea, ¿verdad?” (It’s not such a bad idea, is it?)

Lin blinked multiple times, nervously fiddling with Tobillo’s leash as his eyes bored into you. Phenomenal, marvelous, magnificent you. “Tal vez. Tu sabe que es muy complicado. Es sólo una cuestión de tiempo, mi amor.” (Maybe. You know it’s very complicated. It’s only a matter of time.)

“Le tiempo.” (Time.) You repeated, the word leaving like a whisper from your lips. “¿Cuanto tiempo?” (How much time?)

Lin sucked in his lips, sighing through his nose as his eyes darted around your house for an answer. “No estoy seguro. Depende de nosotros.” (I’m not sure. It’s up to us.)

You nodded in comprehension, letting Lin’s wise words settle in your mind. “Realmente no me gusta esto. Ambos estamos conscientes de que hay algo en marcha, pero no podemos simplemente entrar.” (I really don’t like this. We’re both aware that there’s something going on, but we can’t just dive in.)

“No me gusta tampoco, mi amor. Sólo tenemos que pensarlo y todo saldrá bien.” (I don’t like it either, my love. We just have to think it over and everything will work itself out.)

You rubbed your eyes, exhaustion still very present. “I see.” You let out a deep sigh.

“Hey,” you lifted your head at Lin’s sweet voice. “Remember what you said about me getting some sleep?” He chuckled lightly, tilting his chin downwards. You nodded in recognition of your previous exchange.

“Yeah. How much sleep did you get last night?”

You narrowed your eyes in thought, your mouth in the shape of an ‘o’ and a hand to your head. “I don’t know, like three hours?”

Lin squinted at you, his eyes scanning over your face as you nervously chewed on your lip. “The truth.”

You let out a breath, letting your arm dangle out of your open window as your buried your face into your arm that was exposed to the sun. “I didn’t get any sleep.” You muttered into your warm skin, glancing at Lin to see if he had heard your nonsense.

He tsked, shaking his head worriedly at the news. His eyes grew dark with a more serious tone as he looked at you with sincerity. “Y/N, you’re overworking yourself. You know that, right?”

You nodded glumly, lifting your head and wincing at the harsh sunlight that strained your eyes. “I know, but…I haven’t written in so long and—”

“Y/N, I really don’t give a damn whether you’ve written something or not.” You almost flinched at the sudden harshness that laced his voice. “Right now, all I give a damn about is how much your health is showing through your looks. You look like you haven’t slept in a week. Your eye bags are almost as bad as mine. You need to be kind to yourself, goddamn it. So help me god, if I have to I will barge right through your front door and take care of you myself, I will.”

“Door’s locked.” You mumbled, closing your eyes to block the fierce sun as you vigorously rubbed your temples.

“I will break it down.” Lin’s lips twisted into a deep frown at the sight of you, his eyes filled with sympathy. “Go get some sleep.”

“Alright.” You whispered, your eyes trailing after Lin and Tobillo as they walked through Lin’s front door.

So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day, since we’re together we might as well say…

You whistled an imaginary tune as you shoved your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, stepping out onto your porch. Your shoes slapped against the pavement as you made your way down your driveway and to your mailbox, breathing in the fresh, warm air. Even after winter had bled into spring, cold, biting winds still haunted the streets. Everyone’s heat was on full blast, and layers upon layers of blankets were common. But, the past month had fortunately warmed up as the traditional weather of spring went into full effect, and you couldn’t be happier.

That was until the allergies made an appearance. But, you crossed your fingers.

“Hey, I know you!” Lin’s voice rang from his window as you looked up, and sure enough, Lin sent an enthusiastic wave your way. You chuckled under your breath, grinning at him as you raised your hand high, waving back.

“And I know you! Wow!” A fake expression of surprise fell on your face as you both exchanged sarcastic banter.

You opened your mailbox door, crouching slightly as you peered into the darkness. Your hand was halfway to your mail as your phone vibrated in your back pocket.

You stood back up, fishing your phone out of your pocket as you glanced at the screen to see your mom’s contact. A small smile graced your lips as you tapped the answer button, pressing your phone to your ear. You had always loved calling your mom, her cheerful voice never failing to brighten your mood as she checked in on you: seeing if you ate, how you were doing, what you were working on.

“Hey, mom! What’s up?” Your joyous grin faltered at the sound of your mom’s sniffling. Your eyebrows drew in together in confusion. “Mom? What’s wrong, are you okay?”

“Y/N,” Your mother let out a wracking sob that caused a feeling dread to surge through you. “Your sister, she’s been in an accident. She was—was on her way to visit you and…someone hit the front of her car on her side.”

“Is she going to be alright?” Your eyes roamed your street, flitting nervously to anything to help you force the choking feeling down your throat. You didn’t know what you would do without your sister, your best friend, the person who’s been for you since your first ballet recital.

“Y/N, she—she died on impact. She’s gone.” Everything around you: the colors, the houses, the sky, suddenly blurred into a mess of grief and melancholy as your phone clattered to the ground. Your mother’s voice still emerged from it, but you couldn’t hear a word. You collapsed to the pavement, your hands trembling wildly as you heard footsteps quickly approaching you. A pair of warm, strong arms enveloped you as your breath hitched, you hiccuped, tears spilled from your eyes. A heart-wrenching scream ripped your throat as you balled the fabric of the person’s shirt in your fists, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” Lin’s voice swirled in your mind as his comforting hand ran up and down your back, stilling your shaking form and calming your senses. Lin’s warmth relaxed you as he stroked your hair with the gentlest touch. He hoisted you up into carrying you bridal style, walking you through your front door and into your house. He whispered a series of comforting words into your ear, carrying you into your bedroom. He tentatively laid you down, draping a soft blanket over you. He sat down beside you, taking your hand in his as his soft fingers rubbed your knuckles. He stayed by your side until your breathing slowed and your body relaxed.

“What’s wrong, love?” His eyes filled with worry and a deep sadness as he looked at you with empathy.

“My mom called me and she, um…” You trailed off, clenching your jaw in frustration at the words you couldn’t form. You inhaled sharply as Lin placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “She said that my sister died in an accident.” You attempted to blink back the tears that stung your eyes with no avail as they streamed down your cheeks. Lin promptly wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs, his hot breath fanning across your face.

His voice was thick, as if he, too, struggled to speak. “I can either talk or just listen, whatever you want.”

“I think I wanna talk, I just—I can’t help but think it’s my fault.” You sighed heavily, pressing your lips into a thin line.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, sweetie.” Lin tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers running through your matted hair.

“It was. It was all my fault.”

“Y/N—” Lin began.

“She was on her way to see me, okay?!” You raised your voice, a pounding headache piercing your forehead. “It’s all my fault because she was coming to visit me! If I hadn’t mentioned that—” You choked on your sobs, your body violently trembling.

“Y/N, look at me.” Lin coaxed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms soothingly. “Look at me.” The mere seconds that passed felt like hours before your gaze met his. His eyes immediately softened, flitting around your face with an incredible affection. “This was not your fault, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay? Whatever asshole that hit her is to blame for this. You absolutely can’t beat yourself up over this. It’s not healthy. You’ll worry the people that love you sick.”

You slightly nodded, exhaustion finally weighing your eyelids down as they fluttered. Lin inched the blanket closer to your chin, a hand gently caressing your cheek as he stood up.

“I’ll give you some space, so I’ll be out here, ‘kay? Holler if you need me.” He took a step as you spoke up, your voice soft and hardly audible.

“Lin,” He spun on his heel towards you. “Stay, please.”

Lin nodded in understanding, walking around the foot of your bed as he slid under the warm covers. He secured an arm around you, pulling you close as your legs tangled together. Your nose pressed against his neck as he sponged a kiss onto the top of your head.

Would you be mine?

You flopped down onto your couch, settling in as you pushed the button on your remote and opened Netflix. You snuggled further into your many blankets, swinging your sock clad feet onto your coffee table. You had just begun to browse through your shows as the obnoxious sound of your doorbell resounded through your house multiple times. You groaned loudly, placing your blankets to the side as you reluctantly walked to the door. You swung open your front door to see Lin, a vibrant smile plastered on his face and a golden CD case with the title ‘Hamilton’ on it in his hand.

Your eyes scanned over Lin as you cocked an eyebrow at his presence. “Care to explain why you’re at my front door, interrupting my lovely Netflix time?”

“Today is the day that you’re listening to Hamilton—” He started, his eyes brightening with exuberance as he bounced on his heels.

“Oh my god, Lin—”

“You won’t regret it, I swear!” He walked past you, immediately opening the CD case and slipping the CD into your open laptop on your coffee table. You deeply sighed, your head hung low as you shut the door and walked over to Lin. You gazed at him as he excitedly clicked around on your laptop, careful about not opening any important files as you kept a watchful eye on him. You both took a seat on the couch, draping a blanket over your legs as Lin pressed play on the album.

You were instantly hit with a mass of genius and inventive words, impressed by the scheme of the whole production. When Lin’s voice rang through the speakers you squealed, “that’s you!” all the while Lin’s cheeks flushed red with heat. You bobbed your head to the beat during The Schuyler Sisters; grinned during Helpless; gaped during Guns and Ships; danced during What Did I Miss. You laughed and weeped in all of the rights moments as Lin just chuckled and patted your back. Soon enough, you had reached the last note of Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story as tears stained your cheeks. You buried your wet face in your hands, trying to process what you had just listened to.

“Did I break you?” Lin chortled, shaking your shoulder playfully as you looked up at him with a watery smile. You rubbed your face, groaning in disappointment that the music came to an end as you nodded your head.

“That was truly the most beautiful piece of art I had ever witnessed in my life.” You turned to face Lin, your eyes filled with sincerity as a blush seared Lin’s full cheeks.

He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze turned to the floor. “Nah, it’s not that great.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re just trying to be humble. But, for real, that was revolutionary. Those little historical details you laced in were perfect. The vocals were perfect, the orchestra was perfect, everything was just perfect.” You gave him a wide smile, amazed with his ideas.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at you with awe. “You have no clue how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”

Could you be mine?

You were sprawled out on your couch with Lin, legs intertwining and blankets weighing over you as you scrolled through Netflix. A big bowl of popcorn was wedged between you two, already half empty. For the past couple months, Lin had been your shoulder to cry on, your number one supporter, and most of all: your best friend. You often caught yourself pondering over how much you’ve changed, and sometimes daydreaming about what was yet to come.

“There’s nothing to watch.” You moaned, shoveling another handful of popcorn into your mouth as you leaned your head back over the couch.

“Come on,” Lin held out a hand, gesturing to you to give him the remote. You shot him a suspicious look as you reluctantly placed the remote into his open palm, letting out a sigh of defeat.

“You know, you really need to learn trust me.” Lin laughed at your antics as he hovered over the search bar.

You hit his arm playfully, almost knocking over your cheap popcorn. “I do trust you!”

“Oh yeah? Then why won’t you let me into your laptop again?” His fingers danced around the buttons of the remote typing in a movie title as you shrunk in your seat.

“There's—there’s a lot of important files in there!” You argued, supporting a hopeless point.

“There’s important files in mine,” Lin hit enter, his eyes scanning over the movie titles, “but I still let you go on my laptop.”

You crossed your arms across your chest in defeat, grumbling at Lin as he sent you a cheeky grin. Your gaze finally traveled up to the TV screen to see The Little Mermaid. You squinted your eyes at Lin, turning your head towards him.

“Hey, before you get all suspicious: The Little Mermaid is a /quality/ movie! It’s literally the best!” Lin instantly sat up, talking animatedly as he gestured into thin air and locked eyes with you. You stared at him for a couple seconds before you sighed dramatically, a lazy smile spreading across your face.

“Fine, you win—”

“Yes!” Lin shouted in victory, pumping a triumphant fist in the air. You both pulled the numerous blankets up to your chins, exchanging body heat. A small smile adorned both of your faces as you watched the movie, until the very first note of Under The Sea played. You immediately burst into song alongside the cheerful crab, grinning and laughing all the while. Your singing began to trail off as you noticed Lin sitting quietly beside you, having not sung a word since the tune had started. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at Lin with curious eyes. You settled back down on the couch beside him.

“Lin, what’s up? I thought this was your favorite” The words hardly fell from your lips as Lin sat up, his left hand grazing your burning cheek. A breathy mumbled “dios mio” escaped his pink lips as he looked as if he were searching for the right words to say.

You grew accustomed to the closeness between you two, beginning to notice the beautiful flecks of gold in his warm chocolate eyes. The dark, silly stray pieces of hair that rebelled and stuck out from his head. His free hand grabbed yours as his eyes flicked between your eyes and lips.

“Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you my whole life and I honestly can’t wait any longer—fuck it. Can I kiss you?” His words were rushed and fleeting.

Your jaw went slack as you were taken aback, your eyes widening with surprise. Lin’s gaze remained on you expectantly as you stared at him, and your brain short circuited. You were suddenly painfully aware of your clammy hand that rested in Lin’s. You blinked a few times before nodded your head dumbly, words spewing out of your mouth as your cheeks sported a rosy tint. “I—uh—yeah! Certainly! Wait—that came out wrong. I mean—”

Lin cut you off as he hastily pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You quickly reciprocated, your hand flying to the nape of his neck. Fireworks burst in your stomach and your heart jumped to your throat, beating rapidly. Your mind raced, unsure how to feel as you smiled into the kiss. Lin pulled away for a second, beaming at you with such an excitement that made you dizzy before returning to your lips. Dozens of colors of passion swirled in your thoughts, unable to contain how much your stomach had twisted and flipped.

You eventually untangled yourselves from one another, gazing at each other with labored breaths. Lin hand still grasped yours, his thumb gently running over your knuckles and fingers with a softness that made you grin. Lin’s eyes were filled with love as he looked at you, still trying to determine whether that was reality or not.

You slowly sunk back into the couch, your head resting in the crook of Lin’s neck as his breath tickled your ear. His safe embrace filled you with warmth as he connected his lips with yours once again.

“I told you it would all work itself out.” Lin smiled, his head leaning against yours as he pressed play.

Won’t you be my neighbor?

Your shoes scuffed loudly against the sidewalk as you reluctantly trudged towards Lin’s front door. The thought of Lin moving in had rolled around in your mind for weeks, since you had finally become a couple. You thought it was with good intention, since you two could hardly go a day without talking, let alone keep your hands to yourself. The two of you had decided to keep your relationship from Chris for as long as possible, knowing well that he would make the biggest deal out of it. You anxiously dug your hands deeper into your minuscule pockets as you stepped onto Lin’s front porch.

You took a reassuring deep breath as a shaky finger rang the doorbell. You prayed to the skies that Lin would answer instead of Chris. To your great fortune, Lin swung open the door with a bright smile, the sun inside of him virtually blinding you. You hastily wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans, sucking your lips in between your teeth.

Before Lin could get a word in, you scrambled to get your point out in the open, ignoring your countless hours of practicing in your mirror. “Do you wanna move in with me?” You blurted, your eyes wide with adrenaline. Lin stared at you for a moment, taking in your words. He started and stopped a few sentences, unsure of how to word his response.

“Duh, yeah!” He suddenly raised his arms to the side, pulling you in for an embrace. “This works out perfectly, Chris and his girlfriend have been looking for a place; what better spot than here?”

You both grinned at your previous exchange as you pecked Lin’s lips and enveloped him in another hug. You heard a gasp and high-pitched squeal from behind you, swiftly turning around to find a wide smile on Chris’s lips.

“And when did this happen?” His booming voice was filled with glee as you and Lin shared a sheepish look. You glanced at Chris again, feeling guilty as you saw his joyous expression.

“About a couple weeks?” You grimaced, awaiting Chris’s response.

Weeks?! And this is the first time I’m hearing about it?” Chris’s jaw dropped to floor as you and Lin guffawed, tears springing in your eyes.

“Ah, who cares,” Lin’s smile was the most genuine and exuberant as you had ever seen as he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. “We’re moving in together.”

ch. 4

Bad Habits || Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Reader (you) x Jaebum ft got7 members

Word Count: 2509

Warnings: SMUT !

note: rip this is super late. the chapter was originally 6000 words long but i cut it down to 2500 and i’m pretty proud of myself for that lmao. editing was a pain but here you go! happy reading everyone and take care! -admin


Everything stopped for a second. It was like pressing pause on a movie and everything just went silent. There was no reaction after seeing Jaebum get shot down. For some odd reason, I felt like crying after hearing the gunshot. My heart dropped and as soon as I saw Jaebum fall to his knees. However, my instinct knew Jaebum wouldn’t be defeated that easily by just an injury. Just like he read my mind, Jaebum opened the door of the car and climbed in while grabbing the side of his waist. Without a word, Jinyoung stepped on the gas petal and began to drive away. 

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monsta x and their valentine’s day pick-up line

Minhyuk: “I’m sorry I didn’t get you a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day, but if you want something sweet I’m right here.”

Wonho: “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I tell Cupid to shoot you with that arrow one more time?”

Kihyun: “Hello, Cupid called… he says to tell you that he needs my heart back.”

I.M: “You know what’s on the Valentine’s Day menu? Me-n-u.”

Jooheon: “Can I have a kiss on the cheek? I want to be able to say a gorgeous girl kissed me on Valentine’s Day.”

Hyungwon: “Tonight’s menu: Chocolate, candy hearts and you.”

Shownu: “I bought you 12 roses for Valentine’s Day - 11 real and 1 fake. I will love you until all of them die and wilt away.”

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Behind the Scenes of Planet of the Dead - Part Six

Excerpts from Benjamin Cook’s set report in DWM 408:

[on trying to film during a sandstorm]
“Not only was what we were shooting looking horrible,” James tells DWM, “because we had no light… and this massive desert landscape, you couldn’t see it… I mean, we could have been in a car park at Upper Boat… but also sand was being blown in our faces constantly. The actors couldn’t open their eyes.”

“Problem is,” says make-up designer Barbara Southcott, “it’s on high-def, so you’ll see every bit of sand on their skin.”

“You’ll have to paint it out,” make-up artist Steve Smith teases The Mill’s Dave Houghton.

“Frame by frame,” nods Dave, “grain by grain.”

“I know it’s not easy, guys,” calls out John [Bennett, First Assistant Director]. “Let’s just do what we can.” But David’s hair has turned blonde. (Daniel [Kaluuya, who plays Barclay] dubs him “Barry Manilow”.)

The sand is sticking to everything. Worst hit is Tracie Simpson, whose lips are actually yellow. This is her first episode as Doctor Who’s producer. It’s a baptism of fire - no, of wind! Of wind and sand and lipstick.

Forgetting that Dubai is four hours ahead of the UK, DWM decides to text a message of support to Russell T Davies in Cardiff - you know, something encouraging and inspiring. But somehow we manage to send one that says: “SANDSTORM! CODE RED! ABORT! ABORT!” Surprisingly, Russell messages back: “I’ve got you texting with ‘SANDSTORM!’ and Julie [Gardner, executive producer] phoning with ‘SANDSTORM!’ I’m hooting. Save yourself, Ben.” Perhaps we should hide in a Portaloo until it’s all over? (We don’t last long. It stinks in here. Besides, a queue was forming.)

Back outside, the majestic crane shots intended for this morning are abandoned. The crane is dismantled and taken away. “I thought, let’s shoot everything that we can against the bus,” James explains later. “…but the actors all looked like they’d been tarred in sand and dragged through a hedge.”

Other parts of this set:  [ one ] [ two ] [ three ] [ four ] [ five ] [ seven ] [ eight ]
[ Masterlist of all Doctor Who Behind-the-Scenes Photosets ]

a dare and a truth...

Bed sharing prompt courtesy of @bookstoreromantic“: “Would you please get comfortable and go the fuck to sleep already?”

Rated T - 2000 words - Modern AU - AO3


A warm breeze ruffles the wheat stalks on either side of her truck as she folds her arms beneath her head, smiling up towards the starry night that will be her blanket until dawn. Her friends had thought this a good dare, forgetting that she’s slept in much scarier places where real danger lurked in very real shadows. A night spent alone out here is a piece of cake, no matter how many stupid campfire tales of demonic scarecrows or sickle-wielding serial killers they might have spun.

She’s surprisingly comfortable in the bed of her truck, thanks to the thick pile of blankets beneath her and the lingering buzz of rum from too many pulls of Killian’s flask. Her cheeks warm at the thought of him, the constant will they or won’t they like a rubber band deciding if it wants to pull them together or break from the pressure. It’s easier to want the former when she’s alone and the idea of him can be just a fantasy without the real life implications of what being together might actually entail. Caustic flirting used to be their thing, but she’s sensed a shift, more sincerity and a longing in him that mirrors her own in ways that has her running a bit scared.

Yeah, she’s not scared of serial killers or movie monsters, but Killian Jones, he has the ability to absolutely terrify her.

A rustling too strong to have been caused by the wind catches her attention and she leans up onto her elbows, scanning the fields for what is probably just a crow set out to disturb her solitude. There’s nothing to be seen in the darkness and she’s too lazy to dig out the flashlight buried somewhere in the cab of her truck to go on a search…

“Evening, Swan.”

A scream bubbles up her throat as she’s scrambling to her knees, hands blindly searching for something to grab as a weapon as her brain slowly matches the voice to the unexpected intruder somewhere behind her.

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Mycroft’s Ties in Season Four

Resources I’ve cited and useful links:

Basic Overview of Mycroft’s Different Ties:

We don’t really have a strict key as to what ties symbolise what exactly, but we can deduce roughly what they mean by comparing the different occasions in which they are worn.

- The Red Tie of Love and Sentiment
Worn on occasions to do with sentiment/familial love and helping Sherlock e.g., reading about Sherlock’s suicide in the paper in the Diogenes, Christmas, in the helicopter after Sherlock shoots Magnussen.
- The Navy Ties of Business, Work, and Duty
Worn typically while trying to save lives and prevent terrorist attacks. Usually Mycroft wants to use Sherlock as a weapon e.g., discussing taking down the  London terrorist network when Sherlock returns from Serbia.
- The Johnlock Fleur De Lis Tie
Aka., the best tie. Worn whenever Mycroft goes to John to discuss Sherlock’s feelings and to Sherlock to discuss John’s feelings e.g., talking to John at Speedy’s/the Diogenes, the “narrow it down” speech in TSoT.
- The Black Tie of Death and Sorrow
Helping Sherlock fake his death in Reichenbach, helping Lestrade locate Sherlock’s boltholes after he escapes the hospital, when Mycroft is committing suicide by eating many, many cakes in TAB, when Irene ‘dies’ in ASiB (with additional white slashes here).
- The Grey Moriarty Tie
Self-explanatory. Any time Moriarty is making Mycroft do something against his will, or otherwise influencing him, the steel grey ties come out. It may be a specific shade of grey that indicates Moriarty, however, as there are also lilac-grey ties that Mycroft wears which are slightly different.
- The Purple Tie of Mystery and Fuckiness
Mysterious. No one knows. Does it indicate illusion? Fictitiousness? Insincerity? Wisdom? Mycroft wears alternating purple/pink ties on the tarmac/plane in HLV/TAB aka., “Tie Hell”.

The Six Thatchers:

TYPE: Lilac/grey tie with small spots
CONTEXT: Presenting the doctored footage of Sherlock shooting Magnussen
WHAT WE CAN INFER: Most likely not directly linked to Moriarty. A lilac-grey tie may indicate objectivity/planning/calculated thinking here. Also probably links into the fabrication of events.

TYPE: The Grey Moriarty Tie
CONTEXT: Discussing Moriarty’s next move with Sherlock in the first bunker scene
WHAT WE CAN INFER: It’s likely that Mycroft is holding back and not saying all that he knows in this situation because of Moriarty’s influence.

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12.21 coda

doing the best with what i got here, friendos. grateful to this post.

it’s an extra long one because people seem extra pissed today.

Her eyes snap open past a sheen of cold sweat. It still clings to her forehead, soaks the back of her neck, tangles her hair. She can’t even bring herself to sit up for how bad she’s shaking. 

Mary has no option but to ride it out. She can’t help but think she’s done this before.

When the tremors pass she pushes herself to a sitting position. Hunched over, she fights the urge to vomit. She’s got a headache that she wouldn’t choose over a bullet.

The door clicks open. She lifts her eyes, but it’s a struggle to do so. Her vision is blurry.

“Hello, Mary,” someone says to her. She blinks. “How are we feeling this morning?”

Mary squints. Brown hair. Deep-set eyes. Fat wrists.

“Where - ” she pauses to cough. “Where is… she?” she asks.

The new woman in front of her tilts her head. “She?”

Mary winces. Her head hurts something fierce. “Ponytail,” she whimpers. She looks up and realizes that this woman is wearing a ponytail as well. 

But her hair is too dark. It’s not right. She’s never seen this woman before. Her gut just knows.

“I don’t know what you mean, Mary,” the woman says. Her voice is soft and sweet, lilting with the accent.

Mary closes her eyes. “What about… um. Ketch,” she says, pleased she can at least remember one name. “I want to talk to him.”

The woman’s eyes go sad, pitying in the most insincere way. “He’s indisposed at the moment, I’m afraid. But I’d be happy to talk with you, mum.”

Mom!

Mary hisses and falls back against her cot. The woman doesn’t move forward to help her.

Mary looks down at her lap. There’s blood smeared there.

A cut on her hand is open and stinging. The stitches have torn. 

Or… maybe they were already torn.

The woman sighs and reaches for the door knob. “It’s no good,” she says somewhere to her left. Mary blacks out a minute later.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Huddling for warmth or they'll die, sexual tension results -I can never get enough

I love this trope a whole lot, anon. thanks for sending it in! hope you like it :)

ao3


Clarke lets her head fall back against the wall with a thump. It’s only been a couple of hours, and already her phone is dead, her ass is aching from the hard concrete floor, and she’s starting to shiver.

It wasn’t her fault she got locked in the lab. Really.

She’d insisted Monty go home when he offered to stay back with her, telling him she just had a few more things to finish up. She thinks better with a clean workstation, but she’s not in the habit of tidying as she goes, so every now and then she stays an extra twenty minutes after work to clean up. How could she have known the big storage room– kept at a specific, chilly temperature– locks from the outside after hours?

There was no way she could’ve anticipated it, though that doesn’t stop her from berating herself the longer she sits, cold and annoyed and bored.

She’s done everything she can think of to do. She tried to call for help, but found that she had no service. Tried banging on the doors, but that’s useless when nobody is around to hear her.

So she resigned herself to her fate– spending the night right where she sat. She played games on her phone until she realized she’d want it throughout the night to check the time. She organized the shelves, built a tower out of tissue boxes, and set out paper towels to sit on, protecting herself from the cold, cold floor. But now it’s eight thirty, far too early to go to sleep, and she’s out of ideas.

Another thump as her head falls back against the wall again. And another. It’s been two and a half hours, is she already going crazy?

All of a sudden, the door opens.

She squints against the brightness, momentarily blinded.

“Holy shit,” someone says, as she blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”

“Thank god,” she sighs, scrambling to her feet, her limbs stiff. When she looks up again, she can make out the figure of a security guard, just as he steps further in. Too far. “No, no, no–” she cries, rushing toward the door, but it’s too late. It shuts behind him with an ominous locking sound. She swears and beats on it with her palms, knowing it’s no use.

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Beca’s Fanfic Appreciation Post: Here I can share with you all the fics I read along the week. 

Drabbles

Imagines

One Shots

Series

Feel free to tag me in your stuf (it’s actually encouraged), it will be a pleasure to know more writers and add you to my appreciation list. You can tag me in any fic (Reader insert, it needs to be reader insert!!!!), just don’t tag me in OFC or Male Reader.

The girl who tried to save the Holmes part 2 - Sherlock x reader/Mycroft x reader

Originally posted by geekymlt

AN: I wasn’t planning on doing a second part until an idea popped into my head so here you go everyone that requested it. It’s not my best but it’ll do so I can post something. 

(Part one)

Overall Summary: Sherlock has to decide between shooting Mycroft, John, and the reader and the reader is trying to convince him to shoot her.

In this chapter: You are worth it. 

Word count: 699 (short and sweet)

Warnings: None, fluff

“You idiot! You complete and utter idiot!” You had jumped up from the ambulance and thrown the blanket off you as you ran towards Sherlock. 

He was taken back by your shouts but nothing hit him harder than your body, literally, crashing against his. You wrapped your arms around Sherlock and buried your face into his jacket. 

“I know.” Sherlock chuckled after a moment, surprisingly hugging you back. 

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