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One of my favorite things about the k-pop fandom is that their could be a picture of an idol where their face is completely covered by a hat and face mask, and their will still be tags of exactly who it is, what day it was taken, and about how your dying because of how amazing they look

Y’all if i can recommend a really good book series right now, please read When Women Were Warriors by Catherine M Wilson, its about women warriors who love women and they fight and lead armies and strive for peace and save their people and guess what THEY DON’T DIE. Its well written, there’s multiple love stories, 90% of the characters are women and of all character types. 

Its really an amazing story, i love it a lot i’ve read it many times (its a 3 part series, i only linked to the first part) and i don’t think its spoilery to say it has a genuinely happy ending. We deserve to have happy endings. 

a stolen moment

Assassin!reader x Deadpool

Pairing: Platonic

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Cursing & gore (bc it’s deadpool)

Summary: The reader is sent to assassinate Deadpool


You’d been staking him out for about two weeks now. He was strange to say the least. You’d been watching him from the building across from his apartment which was pretty goddamn grotesque but so was the rat infested shithole you’d been staying in. Luckily he spent most of his time on jobs or doing weird shit in alleys with the local feral cats. You’d been hired by your usual client Mr. Jackson though you were one hundred percent sure that wasn’t his real name you couldn’t be bothered to care. You always delivered and so did he.

Currently, Deadpool was making dinner but was just throwing the entire pot of wet spaghetti at the wall, you sighed. This is how it’d been, you watching him, you got his schedule down for the most part and tonight was the night. You didn’t grow attached to your hits, but you had to admit you were kind of fond of the fucker. He wasn’t a hero but he wasn’t a villain either, you heard he was an annoying dick but he didn’t seem that bad. He was much better than the two men you had to work with.

You grabbed your walkie talkie from the table next to you, “Are you in position Jones?” You said, already rolling your eyes at the expected reply.

“What the hell do you think I’m sitting on this roof for the past six hours to jerk it into the wind?” He said back, laughing at his own joke.

You didn’t respond, “Bennet?” you ask.

“Yeah I’m just jerking off next to Jones.” He chuckled.

“Dude what the hell.” Jones said.

“What?” Bennet replied, confused by his own idiocy.

“Move in.” You command as you grab your bag, pretending like you don’t hear theie comments about how they don’t take orders from you.

Bennet follows behind you as you signal for three, but Bennet breaks in on two.

You huff and grind your teeth down to stop yourself from putting one in him.

“What the fu-” Deadpool shoots up. “Well I have to say I wasn’t expecting guests, excuse the mess.” He pulled out a gun from his couch cushions and began shooting at you and Bennet.

You ducked behind a counter and yelled over the com at Jones “Take the shot Jones!”

You waited for a reply but none came “Jones!” You yelled again over the gunfire

“Sorry (y/n)” Bennet said with a half-smile as he turned to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you saw him reach for his gun and point it at you.

“Bennet what are you doing?” You crawl back, hitting your back against the cabinet.

“You’re the target. Mr. Jackson’s orders.” He cocked his gun as you moved quickly to run.

“Hey! It’s only fun if you play along!” Deadpool said in a child-like voice as he came around the corner. “Oh.” He said as you ran past him, ducking behind a beaten to hell lazy boy chair.

Then you heard shots break through the windows, tearing bullet holes through the chair and floor around you. It was Jones shooting at you from the roof. That son of a bitch.

“You know it’s pretty rude to come to someone’s home and treat them like they’re not even there!” Deadpool said with a huff as he plopped down, on a chair with three legs in the corner of the room.

You pepped your head from around the couch and shot at Bennet who was ducking up and down from the counter. “Bennet you son of a bitch! Come out and face me!” You yelled.

He emerged from the counter, he was an idiot but he was a good shot and you’d have to get his gun away if you wanted to survive and you sure as hell wanted to survive so you could kill Mr. Jackson.

“Hey, what’s going on? You want to get out of here an grab a bite there a great Mexican place-” You turn to see Deadpool crouched next to you, face inches away from yours, you jump and elbow him in the face, knocking him on his ass. “Hey what the hell?! Okay fine! We can get Thai!” He said as he rubbed his nose.

“Not now!” You yell back, rolling from behind the chair to the couch, flipping it over and firing another shot, hitting Bennet in the shoulder.

“Hey, I get this may be a bad time but I’m just saying they have like 4.5 stars on Yelp and-” Deadpool was at your side again.

You look at him in confusion and frustration and he tilts his head as a reply. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll be back.” He leaned in closer to your face as you moved back instinctively “I have another gun under the coffee table.” He whispered in a heavy handed seductive voice as he then nodded to himself and he ran out of the apartment.

You pushed away the interaction and focused again as bennet started shooting through the couch, barely missing you.

You roll out and fire again, hitting him in the ankle as he fell to the floor, grabbing his knife and throwing it at you, hitting you in the shoulder you cried out as you closed the distance, jumping on top of him and landing blow after blow to his face, digging in your knees to his arms so he couldn’t move.

“Why?! Why does Jackson want me dead?!” You lift him up by the shirt, starring at his eyes that are now swelling and bloody.

“You know how it works (y/n). We’re all disposable. Your time was up.” His voice made your stomach twist. You never liked him but you knew his words were true.

You got off him as he coughed up blood and groaned, not daring to get up as he knew that you were far from done.

“I got this one!” Deadpool said as he ran in the room, throwing Jones to the floor who looked to be knocked out. “Whew!” He said as he wiped away imaginary sweat from his masked forehead. “Now I think we deserve same food after that.”

“You’re kidding right?” You ask genuinely confused

“You like Mexican right? You always go to that burrito place down the street.” He said

“Wh-” you started

“You thought I didn’t notice you all stalking me? I mean, I truly was flattered but the anticipation was killer.” He starred at you as you tried to recall the feeling of being watched but you couldn’t.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” He said, moving around the men to the table.

“I have to go.” You said moving towards the door, remembering Jackson.

“So soon?” You heard deadpool say as a shot followed, you half ducked down as you turned around.

“Jesus Christ!” You let slip out in surprise as blood exploded from Bennet’s head as Wade held the gun over him.

You watched as he shot Jones’ kneecap as he screamed in pain. Deadpool dropped down, grinding his knee into Jones’ knee, “Hey buddy, beautiful night isn’t it? Me and my dear friend (y/n) were hoping for a nice night out on the town. Look at some nice street lamps, throw pennies at people wearing sunglasses, you know what I mean. But before we can do that we have to visit a Mr. Jackson so we can kill him game of thrones style. Do you know where we might find him?” He nearly growled the last part as he dug in his knee harder as Jones screamed.

“I-I-” He began to lie.

“Sorry what?” Deadpool moved his head closer.

“He’s at his office! He’s at his office! At the pier!” He screamed, wriggling under Deadpool.

“K thanks.” He stood up as Jones breathed in relief deadpool pulled his gun and shot him in the head.

You didn’t look away.

“Shall we?” Deadpool said, offering his arm.

You scoffed but it came out as more of a laugh as you walked past him and down to the car that was supposed to be for the three of you.

“Shotgun!” Wade yelled as he raced against no one.

You had no idea what the hell you were thinking but maybe that was for the best.

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Just a reminder that Arin sang Speed of Sound and then Part of Your World

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Confirmed: Fai half-heartedly brushed it off knowing that Kurogane wasn’t actually going to press him too hard about it. 

Which, in a way, is another interesting glimpse into the fact that Fai only ever seems to the bare minimum of effort a task requires. If he knows a terrible lie will do the job, why bother with a convincing one? If he knows Kurogane isn’t going to ask him for the truth (yet), why bother coming up with excuses? 

Is it because he’s too comfortable in his happy go lucky persona that he can’t bring himself to drop it - especially when he hates his actual self? Or is it because some part of him actually wants Kurogane to push him for answers? 

Is he tired of the facade? Or is he increasingly desperate that someone shatter it and like him for real, the way he likes them? 

How will he react when Kurogane actually does?

All these and More Unanswered Questions: endlessly rolling through my mind for all of the foreseeable future! 

A family can be 2 traumatised soldiers and their 30 children (1)

Jyn Erso (who may or may not have broken a man’s arm during mandatory recruitment training) is forcibly assigned to train the Rebel Alliance’s “youth” class as a punishment.

or

A ‘Jyn accidentally ends up adopting 30 children and Cassian thinks she’s #nuts but helps out and wHOOPS guess we’re basically parents now’ fic.

Read on AO3 


Part 1 

Jyn Erso could handle the cold.

She had grown used to surviving any kind of weather while fending for herself. The flurry of snow that rattled the base walls, the icy blasts that raced through the Echo One hangar, none of it deterred her. Nothing would make her move while she was waiting.

He’d been gone four days this time. Not the longest amount of time by any means, but long enough that she was starting to get twitchy. Any longer, and she knew exactly what would start happening – the headaches, anxiety and the severe lack of sleep – and so self-isolation it was. The symptoms came and went, depending if it was a good or bad day and she knew that it probably wasn’t very healthy to have another person’s presence decide whether it was a good day or not, but she’d just been through a goddamn war. She’d handle her issues later.

It was when she kicked her heels against the metal crate she was perched on when she could finally breathe again. His shuttle had announced it was coming in to land over an hour ago, but only now was he finally traipsing back into the hangar, a disgruntled expression on his face as he dusted snow off his jacket. Jyn had stopped caring about what others thought months ago.

She ran.

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