now you know my age...oh

Efi Oladele

Already one of the world’s foremost centers of scientific discovery and exploration, Numbani has a brilliant new mind to add to its ranks: Efi Oladele. In the last year, she’s built a resume of impressive achievements in robotics and artificial intelligence, but perhaps most remarkably is that she’s done all of this by the age of eleven. Last month, she became the most recent recipient of the Adawe Foundation’s prestigious “genius grant,” in recognition of her many accomplishments. She is undoubtedly someone whose career will be watched with great interest.

For this week’s “Spotlight on Numbani,” we had the opportunity to catch up with Efi to learn more about her and her plans for the future.

I’d like to start off by congratulating you, Efi. This is a tremendous, well-deserved honor. How do you feel?

Amazing! I wasn’t expecting it at all, so it was a big surprise. At first, I thought it was a joke—like one of my friends playing a trick on me. It’s been a week now and it still doesn’t seem real, but I’m very happy about it. Much better than winning the science fair.

How did you get into robots and artificial intelligence?

Well, I’ve always been interested. After my mom and dad got me my first robotics kit, I became obsessed with putting together little drones. When I started to get good at it, I tried to build robots to do my chores and help around the house. My parents think it’s cheating… It’s no fair! (laughs)

I want to create things that make our lives better. And someday, my dream is to build something that can keep us safe, like the new OR15s! I think that would be great.

It’s amazing what you’ve been able to accomplish at your age! How do you do it?

I’m not sure how to answer that. I just do it! I guess I’m very lucky that my parents put up with it. Robots can be messy, you know. And expensive.

Speaking of which, do you have any plans for what you’re going to do with your grant? New computer? College tuition?

Oh… I have an idea…

No hint?

It’s a secret for now… but my parents are taking me on a trip to celebrate! It’ll be my first time flying, so I can’t wait.

People always make Juliet out to be dumb in Romeo and Juliet, but I think she at least had some sense where Romeo didn't have much of any
  • Romeo: I was thinking about this chick earlier who I said I was in love with but now I love that girl over there that is very likely to either belong to my family's enemy or be close with my family's enemy as it is their party I am crashing
  • Juliet: I do not like being so young and forced into a relationship with an older man, but oh there's a cute guy more my age over there. And since he's here he must have been invited and is there for a reasonable love match for myself
  • --
  • Romeo: We should kiss right now at this party
  • Juliet: No that is a super dumb idea
  • Romeo: *kisses her anyway*
  • Juliet: That was dumb of you
  • --
  • Romeo: We should get married right now
  • Juliet: We don't know each other. Shouldn't we wait until at least a little time has passed?
  • Romeo: Like tomorrow?
  • Juliet: Sure, fine.
  • --
  • Juliet: We're married now, so we have to try and make things better between our families.
  • Romeo: Right.
  • Romeo: It seems I have killed your cousin and am now exiled.
  • --
  • Juliet: Ok so since Romeo fucked up I'm gonna fix this shit by taking a harmless sleeping liquid. He'll come and get me and we can go away together.
  • Romeo: *immediately kills himself*
  • Juliet: For fucks sake.
  • Blake: Mom, Dad, you remember my girlfriend.
  • Ghira: Ahh, of course.
  • Yang: Heya Big Daddy Belladonna!
  • Ghira: Always a pleasure Yang, it's been Xiao-Long.
  • Kali: Oh god no...
  • Yang: Well I guess you're right! It has been a while. So sorry to Blake you worry!
  • Blake: Don't involve me in this!
  • Ghira: No truly, it's been purr-ever.
  • Yang: You're right, last time we were here Blake did some very adventurous things.
  • Yang: Whoops, guess the cats out of the bag now, eh?
  • Ghira: I know, I mean we waited ages! Guess it's more like the cats out the closet, huh?
  • Both: (Snap point at each other) Ayyyyy!
  • Kali: I'll go get the gun.
His || Jungkook || 0.10

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Promise Of Tomorrow

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x reader (ish)

Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)    

Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)

A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”

I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D

Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.



You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.

You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.

You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.    

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what dating jungkook would be like

A/N: omg I haven’t done a bangtan request in ages, I hope this is okay. I also have to continue my “"everyday texts with bangtan” series oh lord. 

Dating Jungkook would include:

  • He’d be shy at first
  • Like have you seen the way he is around women???
  • He’d be so ????? about this like omg
  • But after you had gotten to know each other he wouldn’t be shy
  • He’d probably look so confident whilst confessing to you
  • But actually he’s shitting himself lmao
  • But you’d say yes of course cause it’s jungkook
  • Fast forward a few months 
  • He’s so confident now like tf where did shy kookie go??
  • He’s texting you memes 24/7
  • Taking ugly selfies on your phone when you’re sad so you can laugh
  • Back hugs are a must !!!
  • You’re cooking? BACKHUG
  • You tryna study? BACKHUG
  • You’re watching tv? BACKHUG from behind the sofa
  • He’s gonna be protective when you go out
  • Some boy looks at you? Expect him to glare at him
  • One of the members looks at you? He’s glaring again
  • Always reminding him to eat and stay hydrated when he’s practicing
  • Teaching him English
  • You being close with makne line
  • Jungkook being slightly jealous of you being close with them
  • You reassuring him that you love only him
  • Him bragging about you to the others
  • Having a folder of your picture on his phone
  • So when he misses you he can look at them
  • The fans loving you when you two decide to go public
  • Cuddling whilst watching films together
  • Going on tour with them
  • Cause you can barely be apart
  • Going on dates
  • Dates to the zoo
  • Dates to a dog cafe
  • Dates to the park
  • Sitting on the swings
  • Talking about nothing
  • Making each other laugh so much you’re wheezing
  • Make out sessions
  • Wearing his white shirts
  • Him acting annoyed your wearing his white shirts
  • But he really loves it when you wear them
  • Stealing his hoodies
  • Jamming to music at 4am
  • Him treating you all the time
  • Dating jungkook would never be boring !!

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November 11, 2016 - Happy Birthday, Wally!

In which Wally reacts to his 22nd birthday exactly the same way I did.

(Also my 22nd birthday was just 6 days ago… we’re so close in age! Just another reason to love him.)

And because I know people are gonna call me out for being unrealistic, here’s an actual picture of how his 22nd birthday goes down, you sadists:


I know I’m pretty much beating a dead horse now, but lemme tell you… this must be the only rational explanation for the questions Dalish Inquisitors ask.


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agoddamnrayeofsunshine  asked:

okay but like what if Mari used to be in one of those japanese girl gangs? She loves her brother and eventually all the other girls get attached to the cute chubby kid that ice skates that Mari is always bringing around (as some point they might even make him an honorary member). So Yuuri has a bunch of scary older sister type people with bright pink motorcycles ready to Kill A Man for him and Viktor only finds out about this when they all team up and threaten to off him if he hurts Yuuri (p1)

(p2) Bonus for Yurio finding out and being both terrified and amazed simultaneously, Minami meeting them and somehow revealing they were the initial chapter of the Yuuri Katsuki fan club to everyone in the vicinity, all 17 of them showing up with Mari to cheer him on at a big competition (World/Four Continents/GPF/whatever else idk) and freaking out the other competitors, Mari dating one of them, etc.


OH MY GOD? I love this so much!!!!

This is absolutely adorable and I love it and I 1000% accept this as my headcanon from now on!

But also, have you considered? Mari is 30, so all her friends and former japanese girl gang members are around her age or older.

So like, more than half of them are probably married by now and have young kids. Which just makes the entire thing even cuter.

Because like, you know that all these kids know Yuuri as “uncle Yuuri”, and they’re all super huge fans of him, and stuff. And the Nishigori triplets are probably the leaders of the Katsuki Yuuri Junior FC.

Looking at them now, you wouldn’t even believe some of them used to be in a girl gang, because these girls grew up into polite, respectable members of society.

But as soon as they get together? It’s like their public personas are shed away, and they become the beautiful, terrifying savages they truly are.

Viktor is terrified of them at first, but then they start showing him childhood photos of Yuuri, and he gets along with them perfectly after that.

And because Minami is a cute lil chicken nugget who adores Yuuri to the ends of the Earth, the girls probably adopt him into their group and he becomes an honourary lil brother and gets the same treatment as Yuuri.

‘A Brand New Dawn’ The Complete Art - by whitebear-ofthe-watertribe

In celebration of me FINALLY finishing ‘A Brand New Dawn,’ I figured I’d post all the art I did for it in one master post for anyone who didn’t get to see it before :) This has been such an incredible journey; the process of writing the equivalent of a book, as well as learning how to do various digital art mediums, all in the last year, has really helped me to grow a lot. Part of me still wishes to do a sequel, but being in my last year of college leaves little time for frivolous things like sleeping and eating, let alone the many hours needed to do any writing justice. But maybe someday!

To my Readers, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your support. A huge thank you SO MUCH to everyone who sent in fanart for it! I still cry over them because WOW!! And to every single person who either commented on the fic itself or sent me personal messages, you are positively amazing! This process would’ve never seen completion without all your encouragement, so thank you for sticking with me through thick and thin and major hiatuses between cliffhanger chapters, until the very end (especially since that “end” took yet another hiatus of half a bloody year, haha). You are all incredible and very dear to my heart!

Inwardly, I haven’t changed at all, so when I talk to guys now I treat them the same way. And then there’s this moment when I realise, ‘Oh, this isn’t what I think it is, oops, how do I get out of this?’.” Would she like a relationship? “One day I’d love a house in the country, with some chickens, dogs and kids,” she says thoughtfully. “And, you know, I’m approaching that age now where all my friends are getting married and I’m like, ‘When did that happen?’ And I am terribly broody, horrifically, horribly broody,” she says with a laugh. But for now, it’s work, work, work for Katie, with the odd bit of socialising squeezed in. The day after we meet she is heading to music festival The Big Chill in Herefordshire where her favourite band, Fight Like Apes, are playing. “I have this unbelievable girl crush on the singer Mary-Kate Geraghty,” she says. “I got really drunk at one of their gigs in Belfast a few years ago and cornered her, telling her how amazing she was. The band kept smiling at me all night and I couldn’t really work out why, but then I read in an interview afterwards that they thought I was Keira Knightley.

Lance Drabble 70 & 65

Request: 70 and 65 with lance?

70. “I’m feeling really attacked right now.”

65. “Did you just squeeze my ass?” + “Yeah, it was really firm.”

You sat on the chair, spinning around in it while your boyfriend taught his young group of gymnasts. He shouted at them, telling them to do better or that they didn’t stick the landing. Yeah, he was a little harsh when it came to gymnastics. He was just passionate about it.

Sitting in the chair, you rolled yourself out of the office and into the gym to see how the kids were doing. The age range he taught was 14-18 year olds.

“Amanda, do it again! And fix your stance! I don’t know how many times I’ve told you to do it and you haven’t!” Lance shouts at the 17 year old.

He turns to another girl, 15 this time and sighs. “Luna. Bars. Now.”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend and stand up from the chair, striding over to him. “Oh my god Courtney if you don’t-” he was cut off when you reached down and grabbed a handful of his rear end. Lance turns around quickly and licks his lips. “Did you just squeeze my ass?”

You smile innocently. “Yeah, it was really firm.”

He chuckles and you notice all his students stopped what they were doing to watch the two of you. It was a rare occasion to see Lance smiling and laughing so they took advantage of the opportunity.

You reach behind him and squeeze his ass again, causing him to laugh. “Baby, I’m trying to work.”

“Yeah but..” you trail off, again, squeezing his ass.

Before you could fully pull your hand away, he grips it and holds it. “You know, I’m feeling really attacked right now.”

“Oh boo hoo, Lance.” you say, trying to touch his ass again but he grabs your other hand as well. “Let me touch your firm muffins.”

Lance laughs whole heartedly and you can hear his students giggling.

“My firm muffins?” he repeats.


Lance leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Well, the sooner I’m done here, the sooner we can go home and you can touch my ‘firm muffins’ all you want.” he stays like that for a bit before turning his head to his students, the smile being replaced with a hard look. “What’re you lookin’ at? Get back to practice!”

anonymous asked:

how did stuckony get together in the monster au? did I miss that? your writing is really good I love it so much!!

You did not miss that! I was so busy trying to introduce everyone that it just got kind of pushed to the side. :)

“I thought he liked me,” Tony said quietly as Natasha pressed an ice pack to the side of his face.

Clint paused in preening him, talons curling around the boy’s shoulders. “…I don’t think he was capable of liking anybody but himself.”

Steve muttered irritably, wrapping his tail tighter around the human’s legs. Bucky hushed him but looked just as irritated.

“Sure fooled me,” Tony said, trying for a smile, but he’d always been really bad at hiding his feelings from them. It didn’t help that his visible eye was beginning to water.

“He’s sick from the inside, Tony,” Steve blurted out angrily. “That’s the only explanation for what he did to you. You’re precious.”

Tony laughed a little. It sounded sad. “If you say so.”

Bucky poked his head out from beneath the table. “What if we killed him?”

Do not,” Tony answered immediately.

“Just a little bit.”

“Jesus Christ, I’ll be their first suspect.”

The monsters muttered to themselves, annoyed, but decided that maybe they shouldn’t kill Tiberius Stone.

“The fuck kind of name is Tiberius, anyway,” Clint mumbled. “And his nickname was Ty. Like someone should ever be named after a silk noose.”

Tony snorted. “The fuck kind of name is Clint?”

“A good one,” Clint replied snootily. He went back to preening the boy’s hair, the tips of his talons gentle and delicate on his scalp. “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll find someone who loves you the way you are.”

“Someone who would never dream of hurting you,” Natasha added, pulling the ice pack away to examine the bruise before gently putting it back. “Someone who loves you almost as much as Steve and Bucky do.”

Tony laughed another sad laugh. “Like I’ll ever find anyone who loves me as much as Steve and Bucky love each other. They’re a love for the ages.”

“…Right,” Natasha said, frowning at him judgmentally, as Steve miserably wrapped his tail tighter around Tony’s legs and Bucky sighed and hid his face in Steve’s belly.

“Maybe it’s because you guys literally remember him in diapers,” Clint said as the pair lamented about Tony brushing them off. “Humans are weird about that. And age differences. Although I agree, age differences that come from a power imbalance are yucky.”

“…Is there a power imbalance?” Steve asked worriedly, tail curling and body shifting anxiously.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Other than Tony owning the house you live in? Not really. There might have been if he were younger,” she added thoughtfully, tilting her head. “And less experienced. But he’s older now. And he’s had more sex than most humans I know.”

Bucky groaned loudly and shoved his head under a throw pillow. “We know. We could hear it all.”

“Oh, is that why Steve started sleeping in my room?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Huh. You’re just a glutton for pain then? You must be, having to hear and smell but not touch.”

“Someone had to be there in case things went wrong,” Bucky insisted just a touch defensively. “I didn’t want him to say no and not be listened to.”

Clint hopped from the arm of the couch onto the back. “And self-righteous Steve couldn’t?”

“He writhes himself sick,” Bucky and Natasha answered immediately.

Steve, shame-faced, sagged into coils.

“He’s too impatient to just sit there doing nothing. And there’s only so much he can do. He tries not to use his venom because it’s so deadly and he can only constrict so tight before he snaps the person in half,” Bucky explained to the surprised flyer. “He’s strong as hell, and humans are delicate. So he sort of… attacks himself when he feels he can’t do anything to help.”

“I once had to stop him before he literally knotted his tail and snapped his spine,” Natasha added. “It was super gross.”

Steve sighed sadly. “You could sound less excited when you say that.”

“No, you almost snapped your own spine. That was amazing.”

“Natasha please.”

“Anyway,” Bucky cut in as they began to bicker, looking up at Clint. “Steve writhes himself sick with worry if he can’t do something to help. Luckily I’m patient enough for the both of us.”

Clint shook his head slowly. “Pathetic. Have you ever thought about bringing this up with Tony?”

“Every time we try, he assumes we’re either talking about how much we love each other, or how we love him like family or something,” Steve mumbled, scales scuffing the floor as he began to writhe a little to get more comfortable in his coils. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve never wanted to fuck my family.”

Natasha pursed her lips. “…I don’t think I ever had a family.”

“I have a brother somewhere, but I don’t wanna fuck him,” Clint admitted.

“I have sisters somewhere,” Bucky said thoughtfully. “But nah, I don’t wanna fuck ‘em either. We lost contact in the seventies. They liked freaking out the flower children.”

Natasha sighed fondly. “Ah. The seventies. I don’t remember any of them.”

“Boo!” Clint blew a raspberry. “I don’t even know what you guys are talking about because I was still trapped in the circus!”

“We’ll have Tony find a movie for you,” Bucky said sympathetically. Tony was really good at finding movies that explained time periods for their less worldly companion. He’d seen a lot of the world, of course–but through a tent or a cage. “But you didn’t miss much.”

“I guess not, if Natasha can’t even remember it,” Clint mumbled petulantly as she smirked. “Okay but we’re totally going to make Tiberius regret ever laying a finger on Tony, right?”

“Yes,” the others said immediately, growling angrily.

Tony started dating someone named Sunset.

“I don’t like her,” Clint said immediately. “I do not. Get rid of her.”

The others stared at him, unsure of what to do. On one hand, Clint didn’t offer up his opinions very much, likely from some residual fear that he’d be beaten or something like he had been back at the circus. On the other, he was very good at judging people’s character because of it. If he didn’t like Sunset, it was because she was no good.

But scaring adults off was quite a bit different from scaring children.

“Get rid of her. Get rid of her,” Clint hissed, feathers ruffling irritably. “Get rid of her.

“Why?” Natasha finally asked, frowning.

“She’s a taker. A taker. Get rid of her!” Clint cawed, then began hopping about and anxiously using his beak to pluck his own feathers out. “She’s going to hurt him. A taker. Help him! Get rid of her!”

“Clint, calm down!” Steve exclaimed desperately. “You’re going to–you’re tearing out your pinfeathers!”

“Grab him,” Bucky snapped at Natasha, lunging for the bird and curling his arms around his wings, trying to keep his wings from his face.

Natasha got the other monster in a headlock, and they lowered him to the ground as he screeched and flailed, wings slapping angrily on the ground, leaving a bloody splatter in their wakes. Steve curled his tail around one wing to immobilize it so Bucky could focus on the other one. Natasha was murmuring something to Clint in another language, but it could take several minutes before he calmed down.

Clint eventually let himself be pinned down, but not before he put all his strength into one last struggle and screeched, “She’s a taker! Get rid of her!

“She’s a taker,” Natasha agreed a few days later. Her face was grim. “Maybe you guys should grow some balls and actually tell Tony your love for him isn’t familial so he doesn’t drift from abuser to abuser like a lot of other humans.”

Bucky scoffed. “Yeah, okay, because a human always wants to be with a giant bipedal wolf and a half-man, half-snake.”

“If any human is going to accept you, it’s Tony,” Natasha replied, shrugging. 

She probably wasn’t wrong, but Steve was hesitant anyway. “But what if he has a problem with it? Then we’ll have to leave.”

“Doubtful,” Natasha said. “Tony has always had a heart bigger than his brain. He’d just feel bad he didn’t return your feelings.”

…That was probably true.

“Why is he like this,” Steve whispered, scrubbing his hands through his hair.

Bucky sighed, hanging his head. “Probably for the same reason he welcomes monsters with open arms.”


“So, Sunset seems…” Steve began, then trailed off, grimacing.

Tony stared at him.

“Why do you even try?” Bucky asked him, disappointed.

“I keep thinking one day I won’t be terrible at this,” Steve admitted.

Bucky just shook his head. The blond sank into his coils, muttering quietly in embarrassment.

“Do you want to meet her?” Tony asked, looking back and forth between them. “I don’t think she’s ready for that yet, but–”

“No,” they cut in immediately, and Steve added a cold, “Never.”

Tony took a step back, hurt.

“She’s using you, Tony,” Bucky explained, trying to keep his voice gentle. “Clint had an episode trying to tell us how bad she was.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” the boy replied immediately, always stubborn, digging his heels in. “Clint isn’t always right about these things. Obie’s taken good care of me and he pitched a fit about him, too!”

Steve and Bucky gritted their teeth. It wasn’t just Clint. And one day Stane would mess up and they’d be able to point it out to Tony. Unfortunately it was just a waiting game until then.

“You’re just–jealous!” Tony spat, hackles up. “I’m spending a lot of time with Sunset and you’re jealous I’m not spending it with you!”

“Yes,” Bucky agreed.

“Right!” Tony snapped, then stopped, brows furrowing together. “Wait, what?”

“We are jealous,” the wolf repeated. “And yes, that is part of the reason we don’t like Sunset.”

“You should be spending that time with us,” Steve continued. “We love you, Tony.”

Tony huffed. “Listen, I know some people are okay with being single but surrounded by friends their entire lives, but I don’t want that! I want someone to be intimate with! That I can show my vulnerabilities! That’s not wrong. And you guys are eventually going to have to grow up and–”

Bucky made an annoyed noise and smacked Steve on the shoulder. “Go.

Steve did not need to be told twice. Watching him lunge at Tony was magnificent, shimmering blue and silvery-white scales shining in the light as he wrapped around the boy, tail coiling around his legs and arms sliding around his shoulders to keep him in place, keep him from fleeing. Tony made–not a frightened noise, because he was never afraid of them no matter how stupid that was–a… a concerned noise.

Steve swallowed it, pressing his lips to Tony’s, hands cupping his cheeks as he thrust his tongue into his mouth when the human made a surprised sound. Tony’s hands scrabbled at his back and shoulders, fingernails sliding over scales, before he dug his hands into the blond’s hair and–didn’t tug him away.

Bucky prowled around so his front pressed against Tony’s back, trailing his nose over the human’s neck and shoulder as he rested his hands on the boy’s slim waist. “You can be vulnerable with us, doll. We’ll take care of you.”

Tony let out a sound, small, wounded, and broke the kiss with Steve to tuck his head under his chin, hiding his face. “You’re just saying that.”

“Sweetheart, we’ve been trying to tell you we love you for a while now,” Steve admitted quietly. “You always brushed us off.”

“Well-!” Tony leaned back, scowling up at him, then turning to scowl at Bucky. “How was I supposed to know? You guys are together, and happy, so how was I supposed to know that you wanted me too? And-! And why didn’t you say anything earlier, before Tiberius–”

“You and Tiberius met when you were nineteen,” Bucky explained slowly. “You were still too young for us to approach you. Probably still are, to be honest.”

“I’m twenty-four!” Tony exclaimed indignantly.

Steve and Bucky stared at him. They didn’t have a number–even if they could count, the years passed differently for them. Sometimes it felt like only yesterday that Tony was peeking into the closet with a gap-toothed smile and whispering, ‘wanna play?’

Sometimes they still felt like they were robbing Tony’s cradle.

“You gonna kiss me too?” Tony asked suddenly, turning to Bucky.

Bucky stared back at him silently.

Tony frowned, shoulders beginning to hunch. “Um. Unless. Unless you don’t want to.”

Steve chuckled and said, “Tony, he’s got a muzzle. How’s he s’posed to kiss you?”

“Oh.” Tony turned so his back was to Steve instead, a struggle because Steve was still wrapped around his legs. He looked up at Bucky, eyeing him critically. “…Well,” he said, shrugging, and leaned in to press a kiss to Bucky’s nose.

Bucky let out a high-pitched whine, tail wagging wildly, and in turn buried his cold, wet nose against the boy’s neck.

“Oh wow,” Steve said, laughing a little. “I guess you’ve found a good alternative.

“I guess,” Tony said, laughing a little when the wolf crowded him back against Steve, and the only thing that kept him from falling was the tail coiled around his legs. “Guys–Guys! I don’t know if you noticed, but I am still dating Sunset. Maybe if things go sour–”

Bucky lifted his head to look down at Tony, frowning. “Tony, let us show you something.”

Tony blinked up at him, concerned, because he sounded so serious. “Okay.”

“Clint!” Tony gasped, rushing over to him.

Clint spread his wings awkwardly, hobbling down to the arm of the couch so he was low enough that the human could wrap his arms around his waist instead of his legs. “Hey, Tony.”

“What happened?!” he exclaimed, leaning back so he could card his fingers through his feathers, fingers skimming lightly over the raw red patches on his wings.

Clint shrugged. “Had a fit.”

“An anxiety attack? A flashback? Do you need your security blanket?” Tony asked, fretting.

Clint made a rasping sound, feathers ruffling with annoyance. “I just got upset.”

“It’s okay if you need the security blanket. I made it for you.”

Clint sighed. “I don’t need the security blanket. I just got upset.”

“About what?” Tony asked, looking up at him. If he could fix it, he would.

Clint stared down at him for a long moment before he said, “Sunset. She’s a taker.”

Tony frowned. “Wh–”

“She’s going to hurt you even worse than Tiberius,” Clint continued, beginning to work himself up again. “I know it. She smiles and talks like the ringleaders. Smiles for the audience but turns around and beats the attractions. She’s waiting until she finds something she can take.” His crest began to rise and he let out an angry screech. “She’s going to hurt you and I want her gone!”

“Clint!” Steve exclaimed, reaching out to grab his wrists before he could sink his talons into Tony’s back. “Calm down!”

“Make her go make her go make her go!” Clint chanted, struggling for a moment, then let out another screech and twisted his head to rip out a beak-full of feathers.

Tony threw his arms around his neck, crying out, “Clint!”

“Makehergomakehergomakehergo!” Clint snarled. “Makehergomakehergo!

Bucky lunged forward to grab Clint’s left wing so Steve could focus on his right.

Somehow, Natasha knew they needed help, and appeared a few minutes later with the security blanket Tony had made for Clint.

“She must be really bad,” Tony whispered, staring down at his clasped, shaking hands. “To make Clint react like that.”

Natasha grimaced. She’d done some digging. Sunset was every bit the taker Clint had accused her of and more–she liked inflicting pain on those she took from.

“He shouldn’t–he shouldn’t have to go through that,” Tony continued softly. There was blood on his hands from trying to stop the blood and cleaning Clint’s wings. “He doesn’t deserve that. And he’s–he’s been here longer than Sunset.”

“…We’re sorry,” Steve said, actually managing to sound sincere. “We just… don’t want you to get hurt.”

Tony stared at the lump under the heavy blanket that was Clint, sleeping fitfully and every once in a while letting out little noises of distress. If he was this upset about it, it must be true. “It’s fine,” he said, instead of anything else.

Sunset screamed and threw her wine glass at him. Tony had the unsettling feeling that if he’d waited until they were alone to tell her he wanted to break up, she’d have done much worse.

So he went home, washed the wine off his face, and crawled into the closet with Steve and Bucky.

Steve muttered in his sleep, coils loosening to open up a spot for him. He wrapped an arm around his waist and sighed contentedly, curling up against Bucky’s side. Bucky turned his head, snuffling sleepily at Tony’s head, then let out a soft, inquisitive huff and swiped his tongue through his hair.

“…Why does your hair taste like wine?” Bucky mumbled sleepily.

“Go back to sleep,” Tony answered.

Bucky swiped his hair again before burying his cold nose down the back of his shirt with a tired ‘whuff.’

Tony squirmed. Well. This was alright.

Tell Me How...

Pairing: JungkookxYou

Synposis: If only you told him you liked him sooner, maybe things would’ve been different.

Genre: Angst

Author’s Note: Please… just please don’t ask me about Golden. I know. I’m working on it. I had to write this. It’s in first person because I felt that format was the best at the time and I’m currently going through this. Everything in this story has and IS happening to me and I thought writing about it would make me feel better and it didn’t. You ever just hate yourself for being shy and not taking chances? Because that’s how I am right now. Sorry my comeback is this somewhat diary, angsty post but I had to get it out. It’s not my best work but I mostly wrote this for me. Again, I apologize… (Also the title comes from Paramore’s Tell Me How because I wrote this to that song and it describes how I feel…)

           We were friends. At least I thought we were. I considered us friends. And maybe if I didn’t in the first place, then maybe I wouldn’t feel this empty. Maybe I wouldn’t care. Maybe I’d brush what happened off my shoulder. Maybe I wouldn’t regret doing what I did. Maybe you wouldn’t stare at me with your saddened eyes when I walk past you and pretend to be unaffected. What I wouldn’t give to talk to you normally again. How we used to be before I messed everything up. Now when I see you, I’m only reminded of what could’ve been and what used to be.

           I loathed you when we first met. You were new to the company and I had already been there a couple of months. I always wanted to be everyone’s favorite cashier and one glance at you, I knew you’d be competition. My initial attraction to you was put on hold because of that. Maybe if I haven’t thought that way in the beginning and accepted it, things would’ve been different now.

           “Excuse me… Y/N… can you help me?” You nervously asked me the second week you were on a register. A register that just coincidentally happened to be near mine. I didn’t want to help you, I’m not gonna lie. But I did. I walked over and, without a word, fixed the problem with you. I wanted to give the impression I was irritated with you but then you smiled your cute little smile at me and suddenly my face was flushed. If I realized then how I felt, maybe things would’ve been different now.

           “You and Jungkook would be a cute couple,” My best friend and coworker, Julia, would comment ever so often after seeing us together. By now, you’d been working with us for about five months and I had warmed up to you. As I said when I first saw you, you were everyone’s favorite. You were tall, muscular, attractive, well-mannered, and every hopeless romantic girl’s “Disney Prince.” Well, you were to everyone but me. I only saw you as a coworker and I refused to see you any other way. No matter how many times people thought we were cute together or how the customers’ mistaken us for dating. No matter how I was amazed that you were different from our other male coworkers who were immature. No matter how I did finally admit you were kind of cute and you were a sweetheart. And maybe if I would’ve admitted to those things a little more, then maybe things would’ve been different now.

           “Wow you’re old…” You playfully commented on the day before my birthday several months later. Now I looked forward to working with you and I didn’t know why. Maybe because I’d have someone fun to talk to and attractive to stare at when you were busy with the customers and not paying me any attention.

           “Oh, I’m sorry you’re still a child,” I playfully joked back. We bickered about our slight age difference without noticing a customer entering your lane. They watched as we fought back and forth before clearing their throat.

           “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting…” They laughed.

I turned red instantly after hearing the customer say that but I turned redder when you replied with, “Nah, she’s too old for me.” You smiled at me when you said this and I must admit, my heart leapt. And maybe I thought about you for a couple of days after that. Maybe my desire to see you grew even more. Maybe Julia’s words about us being cute together soared through my mind for days, weeks, months. But maybe isn’t good enough in this world. If that maybe back then was a sure thing, then maybe things would’ve been different now.

           After that incident, you decided you didn’t like cashiering anymore and they placed you as the person who handles carts instead. To not see you directly anymore honestly broke my heart but you were still around. By now, however, I began doing what I always do when my feelings for someone grows. I become insanely shy and try to avoid the person I like. I thought it’d work since you spent most of your days outside. But it didn’t. Every time you’d come in the store, you’d speak to me.

           “Hi, Y/N!”

           “Do some work, Y/N.”

           “You’re never working when I come in here. I was a better cashier.”

And because I couldn’t just let you tease me without me responding, I played along.

           “Jungkook, I need a cart.”

           “Cart boy, where are my carts?”

           “Do you ever do anything, cart boy?”

           “Hurry up, cart boy, I don’t have all day to wait for you.”

Our other coworkers seemed to catch on to our playful fights and assumed one of us liked one another. Of course, that person was me. So, to not have anyone notice my true feelings, I began calling the other cart guys, “cart boy,” a nickname I originally only wanted to tease you with. My feelings were obvious and maybe if I didn’t try to deny them and hide them, things would’ve been different now.

“Jungkook has a girlfriend,” our coworker, Jasmine, who went to the same school as you told me one day. “I think they just started dating. They’re cute.”

“I saw Jungkook’s girlfriend! She’s beautiful! A model almost!” Another coworker said after seeing you and your girlfriend come in the store one day together.

“She’s pretty, but you’re pretty too. I think you guys should still date…” Julia said as she rolled her eyes at the situation. Meanwhile, my heart broke slightly every time your girlfriend was mentioned. I even added you on social media where Julia told me you showed off your girlfriend. She was right. Your girlfriend was pretty, beautiful even. And you looked so happy with her and after that, I decided to deny my feelings for you even more. And soon the playful relationship between us took a small break. I’d try to stop staring at you so much and try to tell myself it wouldn’t work anyway because work relationships never work. You still treated me the same. One day you even noticed my demeanor was slightly off when near you.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” You asked one day when I didn’t respond to one of your jokes.

“I’m fine!” I threw on a fake smile that we both didn’t believe but played off. Maybe then if I would’ve told you what was wrong, things would’ve been different now.

I gave up on you for a while until the new school year started and found out you were single. She had cheated. That girl who made you smile brightly and constantly checking your phone while at work, smiling down at it, and who, I’m sure, you spoiled, was unfaithful to you. You didn’t let it show but I couldn’t help but imagine how hurt you must’ve been. So, to cheer you up, I began calling you, “cart boy” again and teasing you. And at first I thought it was just me trying to cheer up my coworker who I saw as a friend and to see smile again. But then you started to look at me. Really look at me. I’d catch you staring at me and then quickly turn away. You began to make sure to always tease me whenever we saw each other. You’d go out of your way to do things for me. Our coworkers noticed this and commented on it. You only brushed it off while I blushed. Sometimes I wouldn’t pay attention to where I was going and almost run into you. This happened on too many occasions – almost as if we were in a movie and the main couple kept coincidentally running into each other and that’s how the audience knew – it was them who were meant to be. I guess it was silly of me to think like that. But I did. And my feelings for you grew. And this time I thought it’d be okay to admire you from afar without you knowing. Maybe if I would’ve told you then, things would’ve been different now.

“He likes you, he’s just shy.”

“You two flirt non-stop. Just date.”

“You guys are literally perfect for each other.”

“Everyone knows you like him. Hell, he probably even knows.”

Two years. I’ve heard this for two years. And I try not to let it get to me because I couldn’t and didn’t want to believe you liked me. How could you? You’ve seen me at my worse when I’ve come into work, hair disarray, tired, makeup-less, disheveled clothes, runny noses, and red eyes. You’ve seen me break down and cry at work because of rude customers or because of family problems. You’ve seen me become overly-excited for celebrities who don’t know of my existence yet I claim them as my, “husbands.” You’ve seen me get frustrated and pissed off to the point I cussed everyone out. You’ve seen me at my best. When I come in to work with my life together and I feel great and the smile plastered on my face shows it. But my mind thinks of only how you’ve seen me at my worse and how could you possibly have any feelings for me? And maybe if my self-esteem wasn’t so low back then and I realized for myself you could’ve liked me, then maybe things would be different now.

           Eventually that day came where I couldn’t bear it anymore. My feelings for you were – are – too strong and I couldn’t take it. I tried to give other guys a chance and date other people but they don’t live up to you. They’re not you. And all I want is you. My shyness was back when you were around. I was staring at you more. You made me stutter on my words too often. You made my mind go blank for too long. And I wanted nothing more than to just take a chance and tell you how I feel about you. I’m not in love with you – I don’t know you well enough to be in love with you. But I do strongly like you. I like you a lot. Suddenly I, too, thought we’d be a cute couple together. So, I gathered all the little courage I had in me. I was going to tell you how I felt about you that day. And I did.

           “Honestly, Jungkook, I really like you. I have for a while now and you probably guessed this already since our coworkers always hint this at you but I just wanted you to hear it from me. I’ve liked you for over a year now. I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship!” I stuttered to him before our shift began.

           His face was red. Really red. I avoided his eyes though. I felt as if I could vomit at any moment. I was expecting the worse response ever. He was gonna tell me he wasn’t interested. He only saw me as a coworker. Our relationship was definitely going to change because of this.

           “I’m sorry…”

Too good to be true.

           “I have a girlfriend…”

I knew he didn’t like me.

           “I wish you would’ve told me sooner…”


           “If I didn’t have a girlfriend, I would have loved to talk to you and get to know you more…”

Heart break.

           And he walked away. And I stood there feeling empty. I felt numb. I couldn’t cry over this guy or at work. It was a stupid reason to cry. I waited too long. I should’ve told him way back when I first noticed my feelings. Maybe it would’ve been me that he’d have to tell his current girlfriend that he was dating. But it’s not. Life’s not a fairy tale. And no matter how much I feel there’s a connection between us and maybe, just maybe, somewhere in the future, we’re fated for one another, we’re not. Life’s not a movie and he’s not a, “Disney Prince,” and I’m not a damsel in distress looking for her true love.

           And now he stares at me with those sad eyes again and I try to pretend that I’m not affected about what happened. I told him I didn’t want out relationship to end but I feel as if I ended it. We quickly look away when we catch each other looking at one another now. The playful air around us is now dead. And it kills me inside. I don’t care if you don’t like me, don’t ignore me. I’m too embarrassed to begin a conversation with you right now, please start it first, please? Don’t let this three years of knowing and getting along with one another go to waste. That will break me more than knowing I must give up my two-yearlong crush on you. Don’t just stare at me when I come into your presence. I don’t want to hear everyone tell me you’re looking at me. I don’t want to be afraid to be near you. I don’t know how to feel about you anymore and it’s killing me. I remember why I don’t have crushes. I don’t know how to salvage our relationship when neither of us are trying to fix it. I don’t want my feelings to fade for you but at the same time, I feel I have to let you go. And maybe, if there were feelings there for me at one point, you should let them go, too. I’m sad for now. I will be for a while but I’ll just have to face reality:

           We were never meant to be.

A lil hurt comfort for a friend

This is for @the-sanders-sides bc they have a lovely voice and was responsible for this idea. It’s not my best, (I’m kinda running on fumes atm and this was hard to write for some reason haha) but it is finished! so that’s something.

If someone asks, I can probably edit it to be spoiler free!

Descrip: logxiety, background morince, they watch frozen and it’s real fluffy

Warnings: swears, insecurities

Anxiety had made an art of avoiding Disney night, if he could help it. It started out as movie night, which quickly devolved into musical night, then Disney night. Of course, they still had regular movie night at least once a night, which was fine, since it usually didn’t involve all that… singing, but disney night was hell. Not because of the movies, but because of the company.
The other sides were probably the worst people you could imagine to watch a movie with. Roman, predictably, knew every second by heart, and insisted constantly that “OH! This next bit is my favorite! Anxiety, are you watching? Are you watching it? You better be watching it-”
As if Anxiety didn’t know the movies twice as well as he did, anyways. But even worse was the singing. Constant. Singing. He was nearly convinced that Roman had choreography for every single number from the golden age to now.
Roman was the worst, but Patton was a close second. Patton… was a crier. He was also completely complicit in Romans choreography plot.
Anxiety pulled his legs up onto the couch to avoid getting twirled into by both of them. It was frozen night.
It was definitely Anxieties guilty pleasure musical, one of the ones that he sang to himself when he couldn’t sleep. Unfortunately, Patton caught him watching it. Now they HAD to have a ‘bonding experience’, apparently. They had actually made it all the way to 'Love is an open door’ before Roman actually started dancing.
(He took hans’s part, while Patton took anna’s. Anxiety would never let him live this down.)
Now he was huddled in a corner, hiding in a cave of blankets, trying to see the screen around Roman swinging Patton around the coffee table.
Thank god for Logan, the only not-dancing-idiot in the room. Logan didn’t usually come to these either, or at least he multitasked. (Annoying in its own way, but less so.) Anxiety got the feeling that Patton had given everyone the 'now, we’ve got to try to include him’ talk, which made him a little sick to his stomach.

Trying to ignore the bitter taste in his mouth, he turned to Logan. He was watching the other two dance around the room, a small smile on his face. Anxiety knew from the way he sat up a little every time Roman almost flung Patton across the room, or Patton tripped a little on the carpet, that he was trying to keep them safe, without ruining their fun. His tie was loose, his eyelids drooping. Anxiety pulled the blanket closer around him like a fuzzy fortress.
/conceal don’t feel- holy shit that’s cliche I need to stop./
His could feel his face heating up, and tried to focus back on the movie. It was almost time for the big number. He expected Roman to stay standing, but he flopped down on the other sofa, pulling a giggling Patton down with him. Watching the other two sides curl up next to each other made something deep in his chest start hurting. He ignored it, focusing on the song.

/The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a foot print to be seen.
A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the queen/

He knew it was cliche. He knew it. But something in him really loved the song. It was… lonely. He could understand that.

/The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried./

He saw Logan turn to him out of the corner of his eye. By the time he realized he was singing, it was too late. Everyone was looking now. The song went on with out him. He sat petrified on the couch, face turning red.

/conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know./

He really hated dramatic irony.

Logan was the first to speak. “Anxiety-”

Every atom in his body was filled with nope. He was 100% nope.
He shot out of the room like a rocket, nearly tripping on his blanket. He didn’t want to stick around to hear them laughing at him. He locked the door to his room as fast as he could, and collapsed against it.
Anxiety did not sing. It wasn’t his job. If he did sing, it definitely wasn’t disney. It was like, evanescence or something. Not frozen, of all things. He burrowed further into the blanket. Someone knocked on the door.
Logan. Great. They had just started getting along. Now Logan hated him as much as he hated Princey. Probably more. Anxiety wiped his eyes on his sleeve.
“Did I… did we do something wrong?”
Great. Now they thought it was their fault.
“No. Go away.”
He sounded like a child. He heard something move just outside the door, and something put a gentle weight on it, like Logan was sitting on the other side. But sitting on floors was not a thing Logan did. Right?
“Look, I embarrassed myself, ok? You can all make fun of my later, for now just… leave me alone.”
He swallowed as many sobs as he could, waiting for the other side to go away. Just when he thought Logan might be asleep or something, he heard a quiet voice.
“do you want to build a snowman?”
Logan was… singing? His voice was rough, and a little off key, the words too formal for the character.
“Or. Uh, something something… halls…”
Logan cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I’ll- I’ll just go-” Anxiety whipped the door open, causing Logan to fall flat on his back into the room. “Are you making fun of me because I will not hesitate to crush your skull like a watermelon.”
Logan looked up at him, blinking. “I am not.” He said firmly, readjusting his glasses. Anxiety narrowed his eyes. “Then why’d you do it?” Logan looked… pinker than before, but it may have just been the light. “I… came to the consensus that you may have been… vulnerable when you sang. The best way to lessen vulnerability in others is to open up yourself… Was I… was I correct?” Anxiety rubbed the last of his tears off his face with his sleeve, extending the other hand out to help Logan up.
“…..Yeah. Got it in one.”
“I still don’t understand that saying-”
“Shut up and watch the rest of the movie with me.”
“Vocab word?”
“Vocab word.”

Roomie (M)

Originally posted by jjks

Summary: When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Turns out, living in the same apartment with this gorgeous man is a lot harder than you thought it’d be. He didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did you. It’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Gotta give the shoulders hyung some love.

When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Not only was he kind, he did his fair share of the housework, and he could cook. And cook well. His good looks didn’t hurt either.

… Except they did. And as the weeks went on and turned into months, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that it was the first time either of you had a roommate of the opposite sex. It led to situations where you’d walk out of the bathroom in only a towel, hair dripping wet, and he’d be in the living room watching a show, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

Or when he’d come back from a morning jog and be so sweaty that he’d strip his shirt off the moment he stepped in the apartment without thinking, just wanting to get the drenched fabric away from his body. And you’d be left in the kitchen trying not to have your breakfast dribbling down your chin. It was an automatic reaction, but both of you found your habits gradually changing as time went on.

Why couldn’t you have had an average looking roommate, or even a slightly above average one?

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