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Long Live Octopus Pie

Three cheers!

I check the webpage out of habit, but Meredith Gran’s comic work Octopus Pie is over.  I feel like this is how sports fans feel when a jersey is retired and lifted to the rafters, forever in its untouchable place, time divided between when it was active and whatever comes after.  

That might sound grandiose, but in my mind, nothing tops the ten year run of Octopus Pie.  And in the lifespan of what we call Webcomics, 2007-2017 is a granddaddy of a run, worthy of names like “pioneering,” “influential” and “groundbreaking” because in the space of those years, in this new medium, there was room to be those things without any hyperbole.  The comics landscape of the past decade needed filling out and Meredith carved her space out with precision, showing a polish and drive and a talent from the beginning that set a high standard.  

I’m guessing that I started Hark a Vagrant about six months after Octopus Pie began, but Meredith’s was already a name to be reckoned with, due to the solid reputation of her previous comic Skirting Danger and because she was an honest to god trained animator in a sea of stickmen comics or two-dudes-on-a-couch comics (RIP forever *kisses fingers, holds them to the sky*). I was intimidated by her sheer capability.  But inspired too.  I did not need to be intimidated, she was one of the first people I met in comics, and easily one of the best.

Meredith and I briefly shared an apartment and a studio, and I can tell you, she can draw circles around everyone you know.  I later shared a studio with Mike Holmes, who could also draw circles around everyone, and now the two of them are married in some sort of talent supernova.  I am happy for them, even though I feel like I make grade three crayon pictures next to them.  But the other thing that being friends with Meredith for a long time has shown is the cutting wit, the care for stories done right, the love for a medium that will take you through highs and lows that come with comics, and lately through her job as a comics professor, the nurturing of upcoming talent.  I see all of this in Octopus Pie, a comic where character was paramount, where plots were expertly moved, a fine balance was found between the messiness of people and the fun you can have with stories, where subtle emotional movements where rendered with room to breathe, where I felt like I could reach deep into the hearts and minds of the characters on the page because they had been fleshed out so well over the years that they seemed as real people, people that I loved.

I don’t really like that phrase “comics will break your heart,” commonly attributed to Schultz, or Kirby, it doesn’t really matter.  You see it all the time, mostly when people are reckoning with the fact that they work in an unforgiving medium.  I don’t even know what it is about the saying that I don’t like.  Maybe it’s because we all know that comics are hard work, we all know that you might put your life and blood and heart into something and you might get nothing back.  There are no surprises to be found there - it’s not a bad day you had, it’s a life you’re well aware of living, if you do.  But we love the perserverers in comics.  The people who live the phrase are the ones who inspire us the most.

I’m saying all this, and pardon the segue, because I have seen Octopus Pie, some of the finest story work of my generation, passed for recognition time and again and it confuses the hell out of me, truly.  I don’t want to turn a tribute to a work I hold dear into sour grapes, that’s not the intention here, but lord above, if I can’t point this out now, then when can I?  We all know that there are no guarantees in this life (comics will break your heart) but I’ll say this once and then leave it: this is a comic of quality that was miles ahead of so many of its peers, and it deserved better, industry wise.  To wrap up the earlier point, maybe I don’t like CWBYH because it implies that you should shrug your shoulders and not ask for better every time, that a short end of some kind of stick is expected even.  That’s easy when it’s yourself, but speaking as a fan now, I say to heck with shrugging, I want to put Meredith on my shoulders and parade her around and dump her into a Scrooge McDuck thing full of awards.  

Actually that sounds pointy and bad and the Ignatz awards are bricks to begin with so maybe forget that analogy but you get the idea.

I hope you read Octopus Pie, I hope you buy the books.  I hope the legacy of it is long and full, because it always will be for me.  And I think readers will agree, because I know this devoted fan base pretty well.  I read the comments, I’ve sat next to Mer at comic shows, I’ve listened to some of the emails that touched her.  I know this is a comic that meant a lot, to a lot of us.  In this world of work we put our hearts and souls into to begin with, that is a wonderfully worthy thing.

I do not know what Meredith will do next, but whatever it is, I am here for it, seat pulled close to the stage.  The retired jersey is in the rafters, the game is still being played by the people who dreamed better because it was there.  Aw what can I say, I’m sentimental!

 Thanks, Meredith. <3

being best friends with jungkook

part 2    part 3

Originally posted by nnochu

  • you and jungkook met through your mutual friend jimin when both of them were just trainees.
  •  it would first start because both of you liked making fun of jin, you guys still do.  
  • both of you would be very competitive and make small bets about every stupid little thing. 
  •  “5 bucks says i can fit more straws in my mouth than you.” 
  •  “jungkook, that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. i, of course, can fit more in my mouth than you.” 
  •  both of you began to shove straws in your mouth, but one hits the back of his throat, making him spit them all out on the floor. causing you to laugh and all of yours fall out too. 
  •  suga would walk in, look at jungkook coughing, you laughing your head off, all of the straws in the floor and just walk away, not wanting to know what the fuck just happened. 
  •  both of you would be mischievous little shits and cause little fights between the other members. 
  •  “jin hyung, not that me and y/n heard anything, but jimin said that he is stealing eatjin and turning it into eatjimin.” 
  •  “WHAT?! that is my show, that little fucker.” 
  •  going out together for breakfast was a regular thing, you guys wouldn’t even need the menu at some point, just always getting the same thing over and over again. 
  •  taking small naps together would happen at times, too. your head would be on his chest, and his arms wrapped around your fragile body. 
  •  the boys would always take pictures of you guys sleeping and tease you about it later. both of you wouldn’t care about the teasing but would about the fact that they were taking pictures of you and being creeps.
  •  SO MANY INSIDE JOKES BETWEEN YOU GUYS 
  •  YOU AND JUNGKOOK WOULD HAVE THIS THING WHERE YOU WOULD JUST MAKE THESE WEIRD NOISES ALL THE TIME AND THE BOYS WOULD WANT TO KILL BOTH OF YOU 
  •  “pop”
  •  “blooup”
  •  “brrrrraaa”
  •  "WOULD YOU GUYS STOP OH MY GOD" 
  •  making fun of eachother would be an absolute 
  •  nicknames would also be necessary. 
  •  "hey bunny teeth come here!“ 
  •  "bye babe!" 
  •  "jungkookie!”
  •  "what’s up kid?“
  • you guys told eachother everything. except one little thing that happened between you and taehyung. you guys were playing truth and dare and he got dared to kiss you. it didn’t mean anything, but you guys swore you would never tell jungkook 
  •  one day jungkook would call you early in the morning, asking you if you wanted to walk around the city with him.
  •  you would say no but he would beg and beg you to, finally making you get up and meet him at a park. 
  •  you guys would walk everywhere, just talking and having the usual fun between you two. 
  •  it would become mid afternoon quickly, you guys deciding to walk to your apartment and hang out there for a while. 
  •  soon, jungkook would leave, needing to go back to the dorm and talk with the boys about work. 
  •  hugging you goodbye, he left, making you realize how tired you actually were. 
  • you would crawl into bed and pass out for a few hours, only being woke up by your phone ringing.
  • 4 missed calls from lil kookie
  • 6 messages frrom lil kookie
  •  y/n i’m drunk and i hate you 
  •  pick up your phone
  • i never want to see you again
  •  i can’t believe you kissed my best friend
  •  i have always loved you and this is how you treat me
  •  i’ve loved you since the first time we met 
  •  you checked the time on your phone; 2:30 am
  •  then your phone started ringing 
  •  lil kookie is calling you
— salt + shadow | (m)

• pairing: kim taehyung x reader x kim seokjin  
genre/warnings: smuuut, language, threesome, exhibitionist themes, three-way kissing, fingering, oral sex, breath play, cum play, dom themes, dirty talk, pet names, incubus! Taehyung, human! Seokjin + reader
• words: 10,248
→ summary: your life was lacklustre before Taehyung. The demon who came into your life and turned it upside down, making you question everything you knew about this world. Now, he has yet another idea up his sleeve and it involves a certain stranger you meet at a bar – Seokjin…

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Elephant in the Room

Combination of Two Prompts: How would Batmom react to Teen Titans Robin and him not being in contact with them for so long? What would happen if she showed up at the tower? AND Dick calls Bruce and Batmom dad and mom for the first time after being adopted.

Words: 1745

AN: This was a pretty long one, but filled with fluffy feels, and I love it!!!


Your son is one of the best of his generation, and in your mother’s eye, the best. You understand why he left, you support his choice of independence, but an entire year without a call is simply too much. He stayed in contact for the first two, a random call here, and email, there, but then suddenly there was nothing.

          The only thing that let you know he was still alive were the news reports. Bruce, of course, follows every morsel of news. Though he’d never say it out loud, he knows that things need to be fixed.  You’d be willing to bet the Wayne family fortune that Dick knows the exact same thing.

          You can’t help but smile, after all, that’s what you’re here for; to beat sense into those stubborn heads. The security system is the exact same as the Batcave’s, and you’re surprised to find that your codes work.

          You let yourself in, and one quick hack into the system tells you that no one is there. So you wander, you take in the sights, and look around at the home your son has built for himself. You smile when you find his room. He’s changed his uniform a bit. There are no photos in obvious places or any real identifying marks.

          You leave the room for the common room and take a seat on the couch. You pull the photo album out and just wait. When the sound of footsteps and laughter sounds, you slip on the mask that’s needed; it actually goes rather nicely with your outfit.

          More than just his team strolls through the doors, it seems like every super powered teen in existence is there and Dick just stops at the sight of you. You stand up, and say, “I didn’t realize you’d be in the middle of a party.”

          He stiffens a bit and asks, “What are you doing here?” His voice is a bit hesitant.

          You grab your bag, and approach him. The closer you get the more you realize just how much he’s grown. You smile and say, “We need to talk.” He glances back at his friends and back to you, you just say, “I’ll wait in your room, I already know the way.”

          He watches you slide through the doors and Starfire asks, “Robin, who is that woman?”

          His voice is tight with emotion when he says “She’s my mother.”

          There’s a collective statement of “You have a mother?”

          Dick just glances at Roy and Wally, the only two not surprised and says, “Of course I have a mother.” Before he walks out of the room.

          He finds you sitting on the bed, sans mask. Before he can say a word you say, “No masks, you know the rules.”

          He doesn’t fight you on it, just removes his mask. You smile and open your arms. Sure enough he slides right into them. His head goes to your lap, and your fingers run through his hair. When the sobs come you know something happened, that there was a reason he hadn’t called.

          You let him cry, because sometimes everyone needs to, and you’d be willing to bet that your baby is long overdue. When he’s done, he slides on to the bed and tells you everything. He tells you about being held against his will by Slade, being forced to do horrible things, and then he tells you about the Brotherhood of Evil, and finally about Trigon.

          You listen as he pours out every pent up emotion, and when he’s done you don’t say anything about it. Instead you start on your own story, “Do you remember when you first came to live at the manor?”

          His brow furrows, “Of course.”

          You smile and remove a stuffed elephant from your bag, his eyes go wide at the sight of it. “You were so little and scared, and man oh man, did you remind me of Bruce. You two were the same age you know, when you lost your parents. You didn’t know what to make of us, and we weren’t really sure what to make of you to be honest. At that point we’d only been responsible for ourselves.”

          Dick smirks, “And all of Gotham.”

          You smile, as your hand strokes over the elephants worn head, “We’d never planned on kids, but when we saw you after that show, it hit us, you were ours. And then you started to grow, and you took on the family business with your dad, and I was just amazed, at how lucky we were to be blessed with a kid like you.”

          “You always made sure to keep my birth parents in the picture though. You’d talk about them with me, you’d take me to visit their graves whenever I wanted to. You even had that portrait made.”

          You grin, “That was all your dad, he didn’t want you to feel like we were replacing them.”

          “You didn’t I just got lucky  and got to have two sets of parents.”

          You smile, and there’s a moment of silence, “He misses you, you know.” Dick doesn’t say anything. “He bookmarks every newspaper article on you saving the day. Even has a subscription to the local paper. He’s very proud.”

          “He wouldn’t be proud if he knew what happened.” You smile a bit and he just groans, “How in the world does he know?”

          You smile, “He saw the footage from the top of the Wayne tower, you were stealing from.”

          “He didn’t come.”

          “He was on his way, already tracked Slade’s headquarters down and everything, when it suddenly blew up, he knew that your team had made things right. The Brotherhood of Evil was a learning experience too, and you saved the world from Trigon. When it comes down to it, you’ve done a lot of good Dick. And you’ve made a lot of friends too.”

          He smiles, “It’s the bi-yearly get together. Pizza party.”

          You groan, “Please tell me you at least eat some healthy things.”

          He smirks, “I make Alfred proud every once in awhile.”

          “Good.”

          You pass him the elephant and he smiles and you say, “I never thought you’d leave her behind.”

          He shrugs, “I outgrew her.”

          You just smile, “When you first came to live with us you refused to let her go. Took her everywhere, for that first year.”

          Dick just smiles, “You guys homeschooled me for that first year. I didn’t have to let her go.”

          You laugh, “Still, you took her to all the Wayne foundation events, to restaurants, when we’d visit your dad at work. You even insisted that she be buckled in. You also insisted on taking her to that theme park. I was against it, I just knew she’d get put down somewhere, but Bruce insisted that everything would be fine.”

          “I’d been with you guys for about eight months at that point, I was at the tail end of my Robin training.”

          You nod, “Sure enough you left her there. You were in tears, you kept saying I have to have her, we have to get her back, she’s family. And then at some point you look up at me and Bruce and you said, ‘Please Mommy, please Daddy, we have to go search for her.’ That was the first time you called us Mom and Dad. It wouldn’t become a regular thing until a few months later, but in that moment your dad and I knew we’d move heaven and earth to make you happy.”

          Dick just smiles, “That was the first time he took me out as Robin. He called it the case of the missing elephant. He helped me track her down. Someone had thrown her in the trash on top of some nachos.”

          You smile, “I had to hand wash her, and then throw her in the washing machine three times to get all that cheese off. It’s amazing she doesn’t have any stains.”

          There’s a moment of silence before he says, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in contact.”

          You pull him in for a hug, “It’s okay, baby boy. You can make it up by coming to dinner this Friday.”

          “Mom, I don’t know if I’m …”

          You cut him off, “He misses you Dick. You’re his son, and whatever that stupid argument was about three years ago, it’s forgotten.”

          “He really wants to see me?”

          You smile, “He talks about you all the time, how proud he is of what you’ve accomplished.”

          He smiles and says, “I’ll be there.”

          “Good, you can meet your new brother.”

          His eyes go wide, “You had a, but the papers didn’t say anything about …”

          You smirk, “His name is Jason, Bruce found him trying to take the wheels off the Batmobile. He’s in training right now.”

          Dick smiles, “Good, Batman needs a Robin, and I’ve been thinking it might be time to change things up. New identity for a new chapter and all that.”

          You lean down and kiss the top of his head, “As long as Dick Grayson remains that sweet, caring, and noble boy that I’ve always known, I think that sounds wonderful.”

          He kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you Friday, Mom.”

          You smile and leave his room, slipping on the mask again before you go. Waiting outside the door are all the teen heroes. You smile and say, “Speedy, Kid Flash, you have his back right?”

          Wally just grins and says, “Always Batmom, you know that.”

          You turn to the rest of his immediate team, “Thank you for taking such good care of my son. It’s good to see he’s made excellent friends.” They’re too stunned to say anything else. You leave the tower without another word. You reach home several hours later, to find Bruce waiting up for you despite the hour.

          “Jason asleep?” you ask.

          He just smiles and says, “Yep, he and Alfred baked cookies all day, and you know what a task master Alfred is when it comes to his kitchen.” He pauses before asking, “How’s our oldest son?”

          “Coming to dinner on Friday.”

          “He’s okay though?”

          You nod, “The picture of health, seems like he made some pretty good friends, too.”

Bruce just smiles and says, “Thank God.”

          You grab his hand, “Come on Caped Crusader, time for bed.”

          He come with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and says, “Bed sounds absolutely divine.”

You know what. One day Ashton’s gonna tweet something dumb like “got stung by a bee while trying to take a picture of it on a flower. Tuesday blues.” And then afterwards he’ll tweet the blurry pic of the bee he took before it stung him and everyone’s gonna come for him like “ash that’s not a bee that’s a WASP” and he’s gonna be bombarded with people correcting him so he’ll tweet again like “OKAY I GET IT, ITS A WASP. WHO CARES. THE POINT IS IT STUNG ME.” and then two mins later “anyway, our single drops tomorrow, can’t wait to see what you guys think” then he’ll just log off

More Than ‘Just Friends’ // Mark Tuan

Originally posted by iaebum

Pairing: Mark x Reader (ft. Jackson)

Genre: Fluff, angst

Summary; You’re Mark’s childhood friend. You’ve both always had a thing for each other, but neither of you have been able to verbalise it. However, upon Jackson becoming a little too friendly with you; Mark can’t hold back any longer.

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Melancholy Post-PAX Emotions Are Kicking In...Thank You All

I think I get why everyone loves these conventions. As if it wasn’t reasonable enough already, I think I do now.

@markiplier: Yeah, we sadly didn’t meet; I was lucky to run into everyone else, just couldn’t stick around. Nevertheless, other people did, and I’m so happy for them. I wish you the absolute best, and I hope we truly meet in person one day. I hope you also enjoy mine and others’ gifts I brought with me; they were fun to get into a tangible project.

Tyler: You were the first of the content creators that I met, and really lifted my spirits to keep going through PAX with a smile, whatever the matter. You were beyond benevolent and friendly, and I cannot wait to meet you again. You’ve been through enough ups and downs, and it brought you to your first PAX East. Congratulations, and thank you so much. I sincerely hope YOU smile always.

Amy: As charismatic and sweet as you are beautiful and quirky, it was wonderful to have Sam, Smoke (beautiful peep who gave you the alien sunglasses), Laura, and myself meet you. Thank you for being so patient and kind, and my only wish was that you enjoyed yourself.

Kathryn: I know I didn’t meet you. Nevertheless, I still hoped I could. Still, it was enjoyable to hear from the few snippets of your trip here, and I hope we meet in the future. You seem like an absolute sweetheart, and I can’t wait to see what you do in the future.

@crankgameplays: Ethan, I can’t thank you enough for being so patient at the signing. It was great telling you how awesome you were, and I was so happy to look at the way you beamed when I told you about @northeast-artist98 and the art @okaythenart had gotten to me in the nick of time (I put other things for you in a gift box on Friday!). Thank you so much for everything, and I hope I meet you all again in the future.

@lordminion: Twice, both through an absolutely dumb luck, we had met. Nevertheless, you were patient and sweet, and responded with such an eloquent excitement. Thank you, and see you soon.

@foxtrot44: Molly, you’re an absolute gem to be around, and it was exciting to hear about how your wedding planning has been and your recent Boston endeavors (well wishes for Schii!). Thank you for being so caring and lovely, and I’m excited to see you and Wade happily move into the future together.

Bob: Yo! It’s the girl who should’ve rushed you with signing my life-size doll of you, and my portable shrine of photos of you! But, in all seriousness, you were amazing to even briefly chat with, and I can’t wait to see what you and Mandy do!

Mandy: I know we only waved to each other twice, but, you appeared so energetic and happy, I can’t help but hope everything did go well. Hugs from my airport gate, almost about to start traveling back home.

@wiishu: Through a coincidental seating, and making absolute sure I wasn’t breaking rules or bothering you (I checked with the enforcers at least five times), we met at the Are You a Robot? Panel. We might have not talked for as long as I hoped, but, to even say hello was wonderful. I sincerely wish you well, beautiful, and have a safe flight overseas.

@pixlpit: I said it once, and I will say it again: thank you. Not only are you a talented animator and editor, but…as odd as it sounds, you seem like you’re a badass at just about anything. Believe me, I really tried to find less exciting words, but…nothing else came to mind. You seem sardonic, but kind nonetheless, and I believe you have great things coming soon. Take care, and have fun back home.

@therealjacksepticeye: You were, BY PURE AND DUMB LUCK, the most coincidental person to even temporarily meet (I would say the guys at the later signing, but, we were somewhat ready for something to happen). I was struggling to find my own exit out of the panel before I bumped into you. I didn’t get a picture, and didn’t feel comfortable dragging you away from out of the panel exit (cannot, will not, honestly), just to say my own words. Nevertheless, to give you a hug, smile, and brief thank you for what you’ve done for others - and yes, even myself - before eagerly jumping out to let you leave, was still heartwarming. Have a safe flight overseas, and I hope you look forward into the bright future.

Mutuals from Tumblr and Twitter that I have met: Thank you. Seeing you all, face to face, was beyond endearing and eye-opening. I only wish you all fulfilled your dreams, and hope you keep all these memories of yours to heart. Love you all, and safe travels to your homes.


Everyone: PAX East is over, and my heart aches from the immediate swarm of nostalgia. But, it will pass, and all we can do now is look to the future. I hope you all live fulfilling lives, and I hope we meet someday.


Thank you, everyone, and remember in the most harmless way: When they’re gone…we’re next.


(Okay, I sneered at typing that last part, haha!)

Prince!Wonwoo

  • this boy
  • so cool, like in the calm and serene way
  • it could be the hottest part of a desert but just being around him makes you feel cooled off
  • but like that’s only on the outside
  • his inner self is a super goofball
  • not on seungcheol’s level, but he’s up there
  • for example, he’ll be on his way for a meeting with some great important person. and he’ll just be mindlessly doodling or looking out the window
  • and when he looks out the window his driver sometimes thinks that he’s thinking about the future or some deep stuff
  • nope
  • he thinking about how good it would be to have some fried chicken right about now
  • because let’s be honest, we all need a constant supply of fried chicken
  • anyway, he’s a goofball, but only when he’s comfortable around people
  • otherwise he’ll just be silent and cool, reading his books and stuff
  • secretly thinking about chicken
  • okay, moving on from chicken
  • one day, wonwoo’s parents decide that it’s a good idea to paint a portrait of the crown prince, like all other crown princes before him
  • sooooooo they hire the best artist they could find in their kingdom
  • enter you, dear reader, best artist in the kingdom
  • you normally stay in your apartment on the outskirts of a nearby city, painting to your heart’s content.
  • when you get the message that you will be painting the crown prince, your heart skips many beat
  • you’re extremely happy, do not get me wrong, like for the first ten minutes you’re bouncing around and screaming like a madwoman
  • but then the anxiety sets in
  • like holy crap you’re painting the prince
  • what if you mess it up
  • what if you accidentally make his nose too big?
  • what IFFFFF
  • you spend the next five hours worrying about how much you might fail
  • then you realize that it’s pretty pointless to worry.
  • you still do anyway.
  • but you go to the palace anyway
  • because you can’t deny the prince or his family
  • you stumble in with your paints and palette and brushes
  • you brush a stray lock of hair out of your face
  • apologize for making them wait even though you’re perfectly on time
  • you take a look at the prince
  • wonwoo looks at you
  • and he just smiles
  • and you immediately feel a little calmer than you once did
  • he’s just sitting there on a stool waiting for you
  • “sit down, please, and set everything up,” he says as he stands up
  • you nod nervously and smile
  • you get everything set up and wonwoo walks over to your station, just watching everything being set up by your graceful and precise hands
  • his father told him just to wait to be painted, but he can’t help himself
  • he looks at all the different brushes
  • “whats all this?” he asks, honestly curious
  • you look up at him, surprised
  • he takes half a step back and smiles
  • “sorry, i’ve never seen tools like this before,” he says with a grin
  • you chuckle in surprise
  • “what? not even a paintbrush?” you ask
  • he laughs and you feel butterflies breackdancing minghaoing in your stomach
  • “no i’ve seen paintbrushes, just not this many different kinds,” he admitted, picking up a fan brush and stroking the bristles
  • you take the brush back and start mega info dumping about the brushes and different paints you brought with you
  • he just listens and kinda gently messes around with the mustache
  • “It looks like mustache,” he murmured, grinning
  • you roll your eyes,
  • when you’re finished, you look at Wonwoo
  • “so what are you going to do to paint me?” he asks gently
  • you take a look at the portraits of Wonwoo’s predecessors, all perfect oils and look refined and regal
  • you slowly wince, because you don’t think you can see Wonwoo as this way all the time
  • “i don’t know, maybe i’ll just paint you like your father was painted,” you sighed, and Wonwoo looked at his fathers painting as well
  • “paint me how you think i should be,” he said steadfastly, turning to smile at you
  • you feel your cheeks get warm but you nod, getting everything set up
  • for the next couple weeks you come in and paint Wonwoo while talking to him, making jokes and general smiling at each other
  • it’s all amazing
  • you take breaks and then wonwoo brings you to see his garden
  • and he’s just a goofy bean
  • and you can’t help but chuckle and do quick sketches of him
  • you find out more about each other, and about how clumsy both of you can be
  • but it all goes to heck one day
  • you’re in the middle of painting him when his father
  • the KING
  • comes in to see what you’re doing today
  • he sees so many colors and his son smiling in the painting
  • he just stops for a moment
  • the room is dead silent
  • you just stare in horror as disgust burns in his eyes at the painting
  • wonwoo is the first to speak
  • “father-”
  • “don’t try,” the king sneers, turning to wonwoo
  • fear is plastered on wonwoo’s face
  • “you’re my only heir, wonwoo. you carry our legacy.” he starts to speak, slowly and coldly
  • his voice is a frozen wasteland
  • “I expect you to act as such,” he continues, lecturing wonwoo
  • he turns to you
  • “please redo the painting in a more dignified manner.” he tells you before leaving
  • both you and wonwoo release a slow breath you didn’t realize you were holding
  • you looked at wonwoo
  • he looks at you
  • you can’t bear to hold his gaze
  • “i think i should go home for today,” you murmur
  • wonwoo opens his mouth to stop you but you’re already starting to pack up and leave
  • he does nothing to stop you
  • you leave the castle grounds and head back to your home
  • you fall on you bed and just stare at your wall for a very long time before you realize you were crying
  • you wipe your tears and stare at the portrait that the king hated so much
  • all you could see was the prince smiling at you, like he had just finished laughing at one of your jokes
  • it was almost taunting you
  • it confounded you
  • it really made you kinda PISSED
  • how could something this beautiful make the king so angry
  • needless to say you did not return to the castle for a very long time
  • weeks passed
  • wonwoo missed you more and more with each day
  • it was driving him crazy how much he missed you
  • even some minister’s mustache reminded him of you
  • the king noticed wonwoo growing more and more grumpy
  • he had sent letters to you, and wonwoo did too
  • but they all ended up on your desk, for you were too busy
  • busy fixing the painting, so that it was good for the king
  • it was he who was paying you after all, not the prince
  • you were barely sleeping or eating
  • you devoted all your time to that painting
  • which might i say is unhealthy!
  • quite! qUITE uNhEaLtHY!!!!
  • anyway
  • your hair is in your face
  • you’re sweating because you are so stressed, and you feel like this painting is worse than ever
  • you glance over to your desk
  • you pick up a letter, wiping your forehead
  • so, so, so tired
  • you read something about offering more money, triple what you were going to be offered in the first place
  • your head really hurts
  • pounding, throbbing, drums
  • wonwoo decides enough is enough
  • you pick up another letter
  • vision blurring
  • “please come up”
  • “i loved the painting”
  • “i loved having you around”
  • “i love you”
  • you hear a knock on the door, and you feel yourself hit the floor
  • then darkness
  • you wake up in your bed, and with a monster headache
  • the headache to end all headaches
  • your eyesight focuses and above you you see wonwoo, making sure your forehead is cool and you’re comfortable
  • “if i’m dreaming, dont wake me up,” you mumble, giving a breath of relief
  • you hear a soft chuckle in return
  • “i’m afraid that you are no longer dreaming” wonwoo smiles at you
  • finally you’re aware enough to know what is going on and you start pushing his hand away
  • “oh wonwoo, get out of here! i have to get back to work, your painting,” you started to protest and sit up
  • but wonwoo gently but FIRMLY pushed you back into bed
  • “no you’re obviously ill, even a prince like me can see that,” he responded, getting some food out of a basket he brought
  • “uuUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH”
  • “what?” wonwoo asks, looking at you concerned
  • “i just need to work on your painting!” you shout
  • “your stupid painting that I can’t ever get right and its horrible horrible HORRIBLE,” you start weeping
  • wonwoo just quietly holds your hand while you shake and weep
  • you calm down eventually after minutes of crying
  • “y/n, i know you’re porbably stressed-”
  • “prOBABLY?!?!?!?!!!!!” you screech
  • wonwoo blinked and shook his head
  • “you are VEry stressed, and i’m sorry about that.  but please hear me when I say i love the painting you did, the first one”
  • “oh shut it.” you cover your hand
  • “no, listen, it was magnificent. almost as magnificent as you,” he murmured softly, stroking your hand.
  • you go still
  • “what was that?” you whispered
  • wonwoo took in a slow breath. he forgot that he had said that
  • it kinda fell out. whoops
  • but there was no going back
  • “y/n, please don’t think this forward of me, but i think i am… well… terribly in love with you,” he said quietly
  • silence fell on you both
  • “wonwoo,” you spoke
  • “don’t say anything, you’re sick, you silly,” he said quickly, going back to taking care of you
  • everytime you treid to speak, he shot you down
  • eventually he left
  • you got better
  • you began work on your painting once more
  • and a month later you sent a letter to the king telling him that you were coming back with a finished painting
  • he told wonwoo and he was ecstatic
  • the day finally came around when you arrived with a covered painting
  • the king gathered an audience for the great reveal
  • you went in front of them with the painting
  • you took a breath
  • wonwoo met your eyes and smiled
  • “this picture is the mage of the prince that will one day be our king. i hope you all like it.” you announced before taking the cloth off the painting
  • it was the original painting, finished proper
  • the king was flabergasted, but wonwoo couldn’t help but grining
  • “i love it!” wonwoo shouted, running to pick you up on his arms
  • he hugs you and sweetly kisses you on the lips
  • you are shocked but kiss him back
  • when you pull away you are smiling
  • “i think i love you too, your highness,” you grin
  • wonwoo chuckles and just kisses you
  • and its SOOOOOO CUUUUUUTE LET THE PRINCE HAVE HIS TRUE LOVE
I thought I could handle it (DT)

hey guys! here’s a requested imagine for the twins! Unfortunately the original request was deleted but basically its about the hate the reader gets after they are in more and more snapchats/posts and fluffy twin comfort. hope you enjoy! 

Requested by @badwolfgirlatbakerst ILY BBY <3

Warnings: like one curse word lol, hate comments

Word count: 1199


“Y/NNNNN!” Grayson sang as he thrust his iPhone camera in my face, recording a snapchat.

“Gray, stop! I told you I don’t want you to put me on the internet!” My hands flew to my face in an attempt to conceal it.

“Oh, come on,” he whined, lowering his phone finally. “Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Yes, Grayson,” I sighed, running an exasperated hand through my hair. “I told you, do you know how much hate you would get if your fans thought you were hanging out with a girl? How much I would get? I don’t want you guys getting hurt. And you know I’m pretty tough, but I already have too much on my plate, I don’t need the extra stress.”

“Sorry,” He whispered, looking down at his feet. I sighed, realizing too late that I had hurt his feelings. “Look, it’s not your fault. I know I’m your guy's’ best friend, and you want to show me off.”

I tipped his sharp chin up, looking into those bright hazel eyes. “Ughh,” I groaned, breaking at the sight of those puppy dog eyes. “Fine, If you really want to post something with me in it, you can.” How bad could it be? I could handle it. I was a big girl.

“YES!” He jumped up and down like an overly hyper rabbit. “Can we take an Instagram picture?”

“Sure. But be careful there, sonny, or those sweatpants are gonna come down with all that jumping,” I giggled, shaking my head.

“Bet you wouldn’t mind that to much,” he said, sticking out his tongue and wiggling it.

“You’re disgusting!” I yelled, waving behind me as I made my way into the main floor of the warehouse. He followed not far after me, ready to snap a picture.



A few days later I flopped down on my bed, trying and failing several times to unlock my phone with the fingerprint, and eventually gave up and put in the passcode. Already people had found my Instagram and twitter even though the boys hadn’t tagged me, and I had gained dramatically. I opened the twitter app and scrolled through, trying to avoid the hate comments as best as I could, until one particularly nasty one caught my eye. And then another. And another.

@twitteruser: Ewww wtf is wrong with her? Do you know how many people want to be in her position. Ugly ungrateful slut

@fanacct: she doesn’t deserve to be friends with them

@fanpage: why are they hanging out with someone like her, gross

This was under a repost of the snapchat video Gray had posted of me that day, when I was covering my face.

I almost choked on my own spit. Jesus Christ, how could people be so cruel? They didn’t even know me!

And then I couldn’t stop scrolling, scrolling and scrolling through hate comment after hate comment. My Insta and Twitter were spammed with them, and even though I tried to not let them get to me, of course they did. And soon, the tears began to fall.

Goddamnit, pull yourself together! I snapped at myself. I took a quick shower to try and calm myself down, but to no avail. So what to do now? Call Grayson? No, he would immediately know something was up just based on my voice. E would too; they knew me too well.

I gave a small laugh through my wet cheeks as I thought of how the boys and I had met. I had literally tripped and fallen right into Ethan’s arms, earning the first of many snarky comments his brother would make, “Yo, did you just fall for him?”

We had talked for a few more minutes, and then agreed to keep in touch. And here we are now.

I decided to text Ethan, just to ask if we could talk. What I was going to say, I had no idea.

Y/N: hey E, you up?

It was only a matter of seconds before the three typing bubbles popped up.

Eth: yeah whats up

I typed for awhile, trying to work out what to say, but eventually gave up.

Eth: are you okay? Why did you stop typing

Y/N: oh sorry I’m fine

Y/N: idk why I texted lol nvm

Eth: do u want me and gray to come over

Y/N: no, dont I’m fine

Eth: i can literally tell youre not over text

Eth: best friend brain power

Eth: yee haw

Eth: idk what that was lol

Eth: anyways G and I are on our way

Y/N: ethan stop you don’t need to really im okay

Eth: be there in a few

Fuck. Now I had both twins already on their way to my apartment. I moped around for a few minutes, trying to configure what I would say to them. How would I explain? I was never good at talking about my feelings.

A soft knock on the door woke me from my thoughts, and I went to answer it. I looked like shit, my hair still wet, eyes red from crying, and only in shorts and a sweatshirt that I had nabbed from Ethan’s room when he wasn’t looking, but I honestly didn’t care.

“Hey,” Ethan said brightly as he entered the living room, Gray trailing not too far behind. E immediately pulled me into a hug. “What’s going on, Y/NN?”

I nuzzled into his shirt, smelling his musky scent. “I told you this would happen,” I mumbled.

“What?” Ethan said carefully, gently releasing me and taking me over to the couch.

“I told you guys this would happen. I thought I could handle it, but I guess not.” I scrubbed at my eyes and tear-streaked face.

“What happened?” Gray reiterated, sitting down on the other side of me and taking my hands in his.

“Have you guys checked your Twitter comments recently? Or the instagram ones on the photo we took to together?” When both boys shook their heads I sighed and continued. “They’re writing awful things about me, guys. Some stuff I don’t even-” My voice broke. “-don’t even want to repeat.”

Both of them looked horrified. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, this was my idea, I shouldn’t have pushed you-” Grayson gushed, but I interrupted.

“It’s not your fault, Gray. But it just hurts, that’s all.”

“Listen,” Ethan said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “You are worth so much to us. So much you don’t even know.”

Grayson nodded fervently. “Don’t listen to them, Y/N. We love you so much.”

“I know, but it’s hard, ya know?”

“Oh we definitely know,” Ethan said. “But you can get through this. You’re a smart, kind, strong, and beautiful woman. And we won’t stand for this. I’ll tweet something out as soon as possible.”

“I will too,” Gray interjected.

I sighed happily, pulling both boys into a hug. “I love you guys. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” they both said simultaneously, earning a shocked look and a laugh from all three of us. We sat together for a bit, chatting, until Ethan looked down at me. “Is that my sweatshirt?”

I grinned sheepishly. “Maybe.”

“Happy International Women’s Day, mommy!”

Her daughter’s bright smile and beautiful eyes greeted Arizona as she answered the incoming FaceTime call, and the blonde’s mood was immediately lifted. The call was a surprise – coming in way later than usual – but the happiness on her face was evident as her little girl waved through the screen.

“Well, Happy Women’s Day to you too, little miss! This is a nice surprise!”

The image on screen shifted slightly, but Sofia was careful to keep her face in the frame, her background completely out of the picture. Those had been Callie’s instructions – her background could give them away – and she didn’t want to ruin the rest of the surprise.

“What are you doing up so late?”

A grin tugged at the little girl’s face immediately and her dimples popped, just like her mother’s.

“Mama said I could stay up and call you. Cause it’s important to celebrate today and celebrate all the bestest, strongest women we know. Girl power is super important!”

She nodded firmly, her slightly precocious words making Arizona smile again too. If they were doing one thing right, it was certainly raising their girl to be a strong little feminist.

“It is! Girls are awesome – especially you and mama. Did you do anything special today?”

The camera jiggled a little bit again, the movement on Sofia’s end bouncing her image in the frame, but Arizona barely noticed, instead taking a moment to curl back into the couch cushions herself.

“Yeah! We went on a big adventure and mama bought me Moana and I watched it TWICE! I wanna be like her. She doesn’t need a prince, just a chicken,” Sofia beamed happily and continued, “and now we’re gonna have donuts cause–”

She cut herself off, small eyes widening just a bit, and Arizona couldn’t help but laugh.

“Donuts? I mean I’m all for donuts but it’s already past bed time!”

“Oh…yeah,” the little girl nodded swiftly, a slightly suspicious look flitting across her face, “it is bed time. I have to go, mommy.”

“Okay, sweetie…well I’m glad you called. I miss you, and I lov–”

Before she could finish her sentence, the camera cut out and the call ended, and Arizona blinked slightly at the device in her hands – did her daughter just hang up on her? A loud knock sounded at the door, startling her from her thoughts, and with a slight frown the blonde pushed herself off the couch and padded to the front door, unlocking the bolt and pulling it open.

“SURPRISE!”

Blue eyes widened in shock as the small body of her daughter practically launched into her arms, but the minute she felt her daughter’s warmth Arizona immediately scooped her up into a ferocious hug, her grin matching the delighted look on the little girl’s face.

“Sofia! What are you doing here?!”

Kissing Sofia’s forehead and setting her back down, Arizona’s hands smoothed through silky hair as the small brunette wrapped her arms around her waist and glued herself to her side. She looked up to meet the eyes of her ex-wife standing on the threshold of the doorway, and her brow furrowed in confusion as dark eyes gazed longingly back.

“We brought donuts.”

Callie held out a flat box, the pink frosting and sprinkles from Arizona’s favourite bakery evident through the lid, and she swallowed thickly, biting her lip a little before speaking again.

“I wanted to celebrate the strongest, bravest, smartest, most beautiful…amazing woman I know…”

Arizona’s eyes softened a little, and she glanced back up to meet Callie’s penetrating gaze.

“…and maybe ask if she wanted to go out sometime. On a date.” the older brunette paused slightly, a hopeful, small smile pulling at her lips, “I’m new in town; just moved here today. And I’d really like to get to know her again.”

Arizona could only blink in surprise, and she instinctively glanced down to look at Sofia – meeting the younger brunette’s equally hopeful and enamored gaze.

“I told you we were on an adventure, mommy.”

She lifted her hand from Arizona’s waist and motioned her closer, and Arizona leaned down, turning her head as her daughter whispered in her ear.

“Mama misses you too. A lot. Please say yes.

The blonde couldn’t help but smile, the warmth spreading through her chest both at her daughter’s words and the nervous, eager look in her ex-wife’s eyes. This would be an adventure, for sure – but one she was so, so ready to go on.

“I think she’d really like that.”

Callie’s face broke into a heart-stopping smile as Arizona replied softly, and she watched as the blonde’s dimples appeared, her nose wrinkling adorably as she grinned. Arizona glanced at the proffered box of donuts between them before reaching up to grab it, her fingers lightly – and purposefully – brushing the ones opposite hers.

“And donuts are a great way to start.”

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Not a Dream

Summary: Dean and the Reader are interrupted while being intimate.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 653

Warnings: some smut


It was so good having Dean on top of you, covering you, feeling him inside you. This was the time you felt the most cared for and that you belonged to him. He shifted to change the angle of his thrusts. He was even deeper now. You loved saying his name when you were joined like this. You wanted to hear it to remind yourself it was Dean making you feel this way; it was Dean who loved you. You also wanted him to hear it. You wanted him to know what he did to you.

The stretch of him inside you was perfect. It was drawing you closer and closer to orgasm. He prolonged your pleasure keeping you on the edge. It was then you heard cries through the baby monitor. You both heard it. Dean stopped moving and propped himself up to look at you. “I’ll get her.” He pulled out and got up to put on his robe.

“Dean, are you sure?” You were looking at his still very present erection. “I’ll go. You can stay here and take care of that.”

He put his knee on the bed and leaned in to kiss you. “You’re going to take care of this for me later, Sweetheart. Let me do it now while I can. Later, she might notice.” He kissed you again before leaving to take care of your daughter.

You heard him arrive in her room over the monitor. “Hi, Princess. What is it? Shhh. It’s okay. Come here and let Daddy make it all better.” You pictured him sitting down in the rocking chair with Ellie, bottle in hand. “Here you are, precious. Look what Mommy made for you.” You heard sucking noises as Ellie contentedly drank. “Just wait until you taste Mommy’s cooking. The pie. Oh, can your mommy make a pie. She’ll teach you when you’re old enough. She’s going to teach you so many things.” Dean’s words made your heart flutter. He believed you were a good mother. That meant everything to you.

As he burped Ellie, you could hear his hand patting her back. He was humming a song and singing a few words here and there. Dean really could sing when he tried. In your mind’s eye you saw him laying her back down in her crib. “Goodnight, sweet baby. Daddy loves you.”

When Dean came back into your room, you were smiling at him. “Do you know how sexy you are right now?” He smiled back at you as he untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was still semi hard.

“Why don’t you tell me, Gorgeous?” As he crawled back over you, you took his cock in your hand stroking him back to full hardness.

You kissed his mouth and his jawline. When you got to his ear, you nibbled and sucked on it. “You are so sexy I think I could come just from kissing you, but I’d rather have you deep inside me. I’d rather make you come with me.” You looked up into his forest colored eyes. “I want to please you, Dean.”

He plunged into you causing you to cry out in surprise and pleasure. “Mmmm. Just like that.” You moved together, and you came together in perfect rhythm with each other. He tucked your head under his chin and held you close in his arms. “I’ve never been so happy, Dean. It’s almost too much sometimes like a dream that’s going to vanish because it can’t be true.”

“Y/N, I’m real. It’s true. That little girl in the next room is very real. We made her together. And I love you both so much. He kissed you deeply. You could feel him stiffening again against you. "How much I want you is real. I always want you.”

“I’m yours, Dean. I’m yours.” You opened yourself to him again and proved it.

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MONSTA X AS YOUR SIBLINGS

Shownu

-Is always there to bail you out 

-Never tells your parents

-He will take your secrets to the grave

-The brother that your friends love the most

-Offers to take you places by getting in the drivers seat without telling you

-Gets invited to parties you’re not invited to

-He never goes

Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho

-Gets invited to parties you’re not invited to 

-Face times you when he gets there because he wishes you were there 

 -Puts selfies of him and his brothers and you in the family photo album, and on the family Christmas tree, and around the house. 

-Helps take care of you when you are sick. Ends up getting sick.

-He’s super corny in front of your friends 

-Loves to embarrass you 

-Cries at your special events. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

Originally posted by socke3133

Kihyun

-Always helps you clean your room

-Will wipe the food off of your face

-Leaves notes in your lunch box

-They remind you to keep your room clean

-And to separate the whites from the darks when you do laundry

-Your friends come to him for skin care advice 

-Takes pictures of you for the family photo album 

Originally posted by smol-kihyuns

 Hyungwon

-Doesn’t like any of you’re friends

-Doesn’t tell you he loves you but you know. YOU JUST KNOW

-You two always gossip together

-Knows all the tea before you even tell him about it

-He keeps all your secrets 

-Just in case he can use them later

-He’s usually late to all of your events, because he’s sleeping

Originally posted by monstaxmemes


Minhyuk

-Always accidentally tells all your business

-Hugs you when you leave the house

-Hugs you when you come back home

-Calls you every. single. day. 

-It doesn’t bother you at all

-Calls you even though you’re in the room with him

Originally posted by idiotfadeddream


Jooheon

-Wakes you up by dancing on your bed

-Is friends with all you friends

-Buys you random toys as gifts

-Convinces you to do dumb stuff

-Plays hide and seek with you, no matter how old you get

-He always loses

-Probably uses all those novelty poop toys, cause he’s mentally 5

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark

I.m
-Send you memes in the middle of the night

-You hang out in his room to watch cartoons

-Shows up at parties you were invited to

-No one questions it

-Always makes you laugh when you want to cry

-Keeps weird things in his pocket

-Is full of weird facts he will share with you at any time.

Originally posted by xxjiminnniebaboxx

The past, the present... The future.

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 1: My curse

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: your name

Warnings: Contains references to Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD and the inhumans, but nothing that would count as a major spoiler. Also, references to weapons (guns).

Word count: 1,676

A/N: This is my very first time writing a fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it! I would love to have some feedback so let me know what you think! I’m planing on doing a series. This part is pretty light, I have a lot more dramatic scenes as the story goes on.

Y/N POV’s:

Light floats through the room, creeping across my eyelids to remind me that a new day has started.  I sit up and look around my room to orientate myself after another busy night fighting off nightmares. The right wall is made completely out of glass, giving me amazing views of the forest that expands all around the facility. It also fills my room with light at any hour of the day, which is fortunate, as the walls are painted black. Next to the window I have an immense desk covered in papers and supplies and equipped with the latest technology, just like about anything in my room. I also have a boxing space, bookshelves (not enough for my books: a lot of them are lying on the ground), a full body mirror that doubles as a computer and, of course, my bed. The walls are covered with posters of any topic imaginable, from movies to the latest science innovations along with photos and… anything hangable, really.

As I’m covered in sweat, i decide to take a shower before heading out into the new day. While I let the warm water drip through my body, mixing with the coconut scent from my shampoo, I ask the personal assistant in the mirror to go through my timetable today and fill me in with anything I may have missed.

Good morning, Agent Y/N. Today you had a meeting with the Minister of Foreign Affairs to coordinate SHIELD’s missions off borders. You also had agreed to help agent Daisy train the new recruits for the inhumans. Finally you were going to take part in the planing of the mission to take down the latest HYDRA facility found. However, all you plans for today have been cancelled, and your daily revision with agent Jemma Simons was been delayed.

“And what’s the reason for all this change?” I ask, stepping out of the shower while drying my hair with a towel.

Director Fury wanted to have a meeting with you before breakfast.”

I nod, wondering what Fury might want to talk about. I come out of the bathroom and open the sliding doors to enter my closet. Aside from the clothes, which I do not have a great variety of as I spend most of my life in uniform, my closet is filled with objects that do not fit in my room, from my electric guitar to boxes with case files. Cameras, souvenirs … even my skate is here!

I dress in my black jumpsuit, with a SHIELD logo on my shoulder, and tie the numerous leather straps that incorporate weapons into my uniform. It’s not like I expect to be attacked at the base soon, but the protocol requires that all active agents carry at least one weapon around, and I must admit that I feel much more comfortable knowing I’m not defenseless. I place the pistol inside the holster on my hip, put on my fingerless gloves and tie my shiny black boots. I put my hair in a braid and finally step out of my room, my brightest smile on, ready to fight the world.

I make my way to Fury’s office, smiling politely at everyone. As I happen to come across Daisy on my way there, I also stop to apologize for not being able to help her this afternoon.

“Don’t worry” she smiles putting a hand on my shoulder “I’m sure you’re going to go up another level or something. Can you go up another level if you already have maximum access to everything? Well, never mind. You have to tell me everything!”

“I’ll meet you for lunch” I promise her as I wave goodbye.

When I enter Fury’s office, he is looking at a report, but puts it down as soon as he realizes I’m  in the room. He stands up, smiling.

“Y/N! I’m glad you have finally decided to show up.” I open my mouth to complain, but he carries on in a more serious tone “I have something important. Something really important I need you to take care of. Come here, I’ll explain you everything while we have breakfast.”

A while later, we both sit in front of a steamy plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Nick, all this tension is getting on my nerves. Would you mind to explain what exactly I’m required to do?” I say, my knee bouncing up and down under the table as I try to liberate energy from my body.

He solemnly looks up from his plate and passes me a file. It’s pretty thick, and I recognize the man in the front picture immediately. My heart stops for a millisecond and I have to remind myself to breath. I inhale deeply, fighting against panic, and recompose my smile as well as I can.

“The Winter Soldier…” I say, looking at Fury for more explanations.

“I trust you know his story.”

“I do, I read about him on some files a few months ago. And all the rumors going around..”  Nick looks at me in the eye as if he expects me to say something else, but that is all that’s going to come out of my mouth. He leans back before asking.

“What is your opinion on him?”

“My opinion, you mean, as in whether he is innocent or not?” I ignore the ghosts of memories that pass before my eyes and carry on “According to all the data we have, he is. Right?”

“Yes Y/N, Bucky is completely innocent.” he says. The pause that follows warns you that I may not like what’s coming next. “Y/N, Bucky needs psychological support after this traumatic experience. Not a psychologist, but someone to help him adapt and to be his friend. Most importantly, to help him move on. Before you say anything, Steve is not completely qualified to do so, as he doesn’t understand what Bucky has been through. We are still trying to get the trigger words out of his brain and that’s only the beginning of the process of healing. He was taken to the Avengers’ compound about a week ago, as we thought it was easier to treat him from there. Unfortunately, Mr Stark isn’t very happy with the idea. Bucky needs help as soon as posible and I have decided you are the most indicated person to do the job.” He looks at me apologetically, demonstrating, once more, how instinctive he is. I have never told anyone about it, but he somehow knows, somehow feels it.

“Why me?” I whisper, not trusting my voice. Nick looks at me.

“Because you know what it is like, you have lived it. You know what HYDRA does to its prisoners. You probably know something about the mind wiping and you definitely are one of the most empathic persons I have ever come across.” He pauses for a second and then his look softens a little “And you are by far the happiest and more optimistic person I have and will ever meet. All that happened to you, and you are somehow here, in front of me, still smiling.”

I take a deep breath. Nick has a point and, as much as I fear it, I can’t deny my help to someone who needs it so badly. But man, this was going to be difficult. Really difficult. I stand up and take the files.

“When am I leaving to the Avengers Compound?”

Nick smiles “I was hoping you would this afternoon”

                                                                      
I run through the Winter Soldier’s files wile I wait for Jemma to give me my results. I have skim-read the first few pages when Daisy enters the lab and walks towards me.

“I knew I would find you here.” she smiles “I heard you’re moving in to Stark’s.”

“You heard?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, Coulson may have talked with Fury about it and he may or may have not told me a little something” She stops and pulls a fake deep-in-thought pose “Or I may have hacked the system… again.”

“You really are incurable.”

“So… You’re going to be the Winter Soldier’s personal phsycologist?”

“That may, or may not be true.” I laugh “Do you know something about him that could be useful? I’ve read he used to make really good impressions on people.

“That would explain why his name is in the memorial to the agents lost in the line of duty, even though he died before SHIELD was created.”

“I know. Someone has to fix that, by the way. I mean: he was lost, but now he is found. Or maybe metaphorically he is not the same person, after all he has gone through, so he is still lost. Or maybe your name stays there even if you are not actually dead…”

“Or maybe we are just too lazy to change it”

“Good point.”

Jemma laughs behind me. I turn around  and she presses the tablet in her hand.

“Before I show you anything, I wanted to tell you I have send the instructions of your revision to Mr Stark, so that you can get it done by him once in the compound.” I thank her profusely, even though I’m not extremely excited with the prospect of having a medical revision with a Stark. “Here are your results.” she says, showing me the projection coming from her tablet. I anxiously read all the numbers and signs I have learned by heart in the past years, desperately looking for something, anything, different to usual. I don’t succeed.

“Not a single second?” I ask, in case I have missed something. As she shakes her head, my shoulders sink. Someone would say I should have gotten used to it after all this time but I can’t help to have hope. Daisy puts her arm around me. I take a deep breath and smile again.

I try to think of the positive aspects, but the reality is, I haven’t aged a single minute in the past forty-eight years.

And no, it’s not as fun as you think.

Part 2.

taxicabsandcupcakes  asked:

Hi! I just want you to know that your Benvolio/Rosaline fics have all been so good that they've made me dramatically clutch at my heart. Also I know you only mentioned it in passing in the hands prompt, but the idea of Benvolio giving Rosaline a library makes my Beauty and the Beast loving heart so happy!

Awwwww thank you so much!

tbh Benvolio is canonically such a kind soul that I can only picture him as being Super Very Truly Over The Top TM when it comes to gestures of affection and being in love, especially when you remember both he and Rosaline don’t have the most gentle of guardians at the moment so he would go out of his way to prove his love and to make sure she’s happy and well cared for like

Rosaline: *mentions once that she likes yellow carnations* *wakes up to bouquets all over the house*

Rosaline: *touches some fabric at the market because it’s soft* *gets a new dress made of said fabric a week later*

Rosaline: *tastes a strawberry tart once* WE ARE NOT RICH ENOUGH FOR YOU TO BUY STRAWBERRIES EVERY DAY PLEASE STOP

basically Benvolio be like

sincerelyme-evan  asked:

sick!jared head canons?!

- Jared is one of those people who like getting sick cause they don’t have to do anything but hate feeling bad
- Seriously like Jared could cough and then be like “wow,,,,,, I’m really not feeling great… better take the day off! Alana- text me what the homework is.”
- He gets away with it every single time, which is the ultimate high school dream
- I feel like Jared would pull a Ferris Bueller’s day off just with less motivation
- But when he actually gets sick, like really sick, be prepared
- He’s absolutely whiney like a little kid and will only shut up when you’re with him, which annoys the crap out of everyone but you
- He manages to convince you to ditch school or cancel your weekend plans to come take care of him
- Bc when he asks he’s kinda quiet and it sounds so pitiful
- When you come over the two of you watch movies and play video games
- He tries to cuddle with you but you don’t want to get sick too
- Eventually you give in and the smile on his face is so precious
- “Babe you know what would make me feel better?” “What?” “You in a sexy nurse costume” “JARED!!”
- He falls asleep on you and you take pictures
- You get sick three days later and he comes over and takes care of you

Dream trip.

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood

Happy fluff with Alternative fact Tom the actor and OC.

Underground trains were never my thing, I always worry about going the wrong way, or the wrong line. 

And far more scary what if it breaks down, and we all have to walk back down the tunnel​ in the dark to safety. Thus having to avoid the large man eating rats plus the zombies that live down there, that I’ve seen in every horror film.

So it takes a special reason to get me down here, and today I had one. I still however, had to find some way of distract myself from the thoughts of horror in my head and the only way for me to do that was people watch.

There was the family all together out for a day trip to London. The teen looked mighty pissed off that mum and dad had dragged them away from the computer, just to see some dusty relic that didn’t beat internet shenanigans.

The business man with his copy of a serious newspaper, who kept shaking the pages so we all got the fact he was reading it, and as he was reading it, it must mean he was important. 

The middle-aged lady in the corner who was reading something on her phone. I’d say smut by the happy expression and slightly heightened colour of her cheeks, that and the occasional high pitched giggled that escaped her lips.

The young lad who kept looking round at all the girls getting really embarrassed when they smiled  back at him, suddenly finding interest in his smart black shoes.

And the really tall handsome chap, who was reading a book and reminded me of….shit….wow…..Nope it really was Tom Hiddleston!

At which point he looked up, and seeing me opened mouth looking at him smiled that crazily sexy smile and returned his eyes and thoughts to his book.

I just couldn’t stop peeping at him, he was so handsome. I mean we all know he is but in the flesh, fifteen feet away from you, that bastard glows.

He unfortunately looked up at me again as I looked at him, so rather than look silly I signed in a language only known to a few -me-

 “Are you going to the tennis?” This involved me miming a game of tennis. What was I saying about not looking silly?

He grinned at me, eyes now sparkling and nodded his head, pointed back at me then repeated my tennis mime. 

I nodded with a huge grin because I’d wanted to go to Wimbledon for many years and this was the day, it was the reason I’d braved the bowels of the earth to do so.

Tom then mouthed “Center court?” I mimed back, by first rubbing my fingers on one hand together, next showing two fingers and then holding my hand up. “Cost to high” Which of course he didn’t have a clue what I was trying to say, so over he came.

Fuck he’s tall and in the confined space of a tube train, ridiculously so.

“Hi, didn’t get the last bit, care to try again” 

“Ha, um, well the cost of Center court is too high, so I’m watching one of the lesser mortals play on court two, it will still have all the feeling, excitement and atmosphere”

“Been before?” He asked.

 Being as I hadn’t  really expect the conversation to carry on after that first sentence, and was frankly amazed I got out the answer to that, I was now panicking.

“Not really, first time, always wanted to, decided this year I had too” wow almost real sentences.

“Why this year?” he asked as he looked at me intently. If that guy ever decided to go into interrogation he’d only have to do this look and you’d spill all.

I’d actually hoped that no one would ask why I’d come and now they had, and it was sexy mother fucker here, I could feel myself welling up inside and he could see it on my face, oh shit lady you are such an embarrassment.

“You ok?” He asked with what sounded like genuine concern.

Deep breath and say it, or look bloody stupid.

“I watched Wimbledon every year with my cat and dad and last month he died and I just felt I should actually go, to remember him”

“Oh I am so sorry I wish I hadn’t asked, shit you must miss him terribly?” His eyes looked as sad as I felt. He was so lovely as he gave me a Hiddle’s hug, while the guy who had been looking at his shoes kindly took a picture of us.

“Yes I miss him every day, it would have been weird to watch it on the telly without him, he use to chance the balls round  the screen” Tom face looked down at me somewhat confused

“Your dad chased the balls on the telly?”

“No my cat! but he got run down by a car last month, and dad has found a new lady friend, so I decided to come here to honor Frodo’s memory”

Toms face was now a picture, he was caught between trying to look concerned for the mad cat lady, and not laughing out loud.

“Well in honor of dear departed Frodo, could I ask you to give up your seats in court two and come join me in center court. But whatever you do, please, for the sake of not ending up as the front page story in the Sun, don’t chase the balls round the court in his memory. Although it would be funny.”

“Wow! Really, you’ve got no one better to go with than me?” his turn to look embarrassed

“I seem to be at a temporary loss for female company, maybe I’m not cool enough to be seen with at the moment”

“No not cool, just totally hot!” Bugger said that out loud.

“Thank you, now will you, with memories of your much loved pussy, join me”

“Love too” This day just got to the stuff dreams are made of.

I realized at this point we’d been snapped a lot since Tom had come over to talk to me, good job I’d worn my best summer outfit with the spanks under I thought, proving yet again how weird the brain is at times like this.

Tom was as per advertised, a proper gentleman. He made sure I was by his side all the rest of the tube journey, and back out to the sunshine. He didn’t even laugh when I told him of my underground fears, well not so I could see.

We took a taxi from Wimbledon park underground to the courts themselves, Tom chatting all the way, telling me who was playing and what he expected the score to be.

On arrival, we got the royal treatment by busy men and women in smart uniforms. Cameras clicked, journalist asked dumb questions, and girls gave the occasional involuntary squeak when they saw Tom. Tom took this all in his stride, even if he did have a slightly more strained look on his handsome face. I walked a bit behind and as I guessed no one even considered I might be with him. 

We got lead into a lounge decked out beautifully in pink, there was food put out the tables, including strawberries and cream, which took all my willpower not to barge passed everyone in the room and claim the table as mine, like Gollum over his precious ring. Tom seeing me drool over the fruit, got me a large bowl of the sweet ruby heaven, which I may, or may not have eaten a little too quickly. Drinks also flowed freely but I noticed Tom went for water as did I. 

Tom didn’t leave my side again explaining he’d wanted to avoid me being journalist fodder for page three gossip. My mind just kept screaming ‘Well this is gonna be headline news in the office on Monday.’

He introduced me to others including Benedict and his wife, who I had a really great girly chat with,  while the boys talked about other stuff. She was hilarious with tip bits of gossip she had on stars and celebs that I will never tell!

Time for the tennis and into the posh seat where, to use a phrase from a certain trash novel, ‘My inner goddess was doing cartwheels’ Me in the posh seats! This of course this did mean that the paps had full view of me sitting beside the A Lister actor and happily snapped away all game. Seems it would now be more than office news after all.

We didn’t help this because at a particular thrilling match point, I grabbed hold of Tom’s arm and he grabbed me back as we held our breaths. Yelling together when our man made his opponent skid across the court and he still miss the ball. I might just point out here that Tom is very vocal at these things, which lead my mind to think about other occasions he might be as vocal. Back to the game girl, back to the game!

The game ended with our man winning and the crowd went wild, so did Tom who gave me a huge hug and sort of jumped up and down as he did so.

I thought that would be it but he insisted I did the whole after games drink. He then like some gallant knight of old, got me all the way back to where he found me, chatting nonstop about the game all the way.

He kindly, I think for the sake of appearance, took my number but didn’t give me his.

Finally, he left me at my station to go home with a hug and a kiss on my hand. He actually thanked me for a lovely day!

I went home feeling like the cat who had got the cream, he was the nicest guy, a true gentleman and I’d been on an adventure with him.

All this was written in my diary with pictures and write ups from the gossip rags of “Tom Hiddleston with mystery female at Wimbledon”

Pictures of me grabbing Toms arm, plus pictures of us jumping up and down in a hug when our man won, had been all over the net. It kept the gossip rags and click bate sites happy for a week, till Tom was seen hugging an A list female star at an awards ceremony, and I quickly was forgotten.

The office was not as fun as I expected, some people were lovely, genuinely pleased Id had my magic moment. Many others being really nasty about

 ‘why the hell would he pick you?’. I didn’t care, he did, we had fun, a day never to forget. 


Two Saturdays later I was laughing at a video of kittens on Tumblr when my phone went.

Text unknown caller, strange

“My two imaginary gold fish, Ant and Dec drowned today and they loved Shakespeare. To honor them I have got two tickets to ‘Twelfth night’ fancy coming with me? Tom X.

(picture not mine I just played)

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pictures not mine I just played

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love (3)

Summary: After a bad break up, you find yourself in a brand new apartment. Vowing to just be on your own, living and loving the single life. But that would be so much easier if Sam fucking Winchester, wasn’t your next door neighbor. Will you be able to resist temptation, or will you allow yourself to love again?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader AU

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Castiel Novak, Benny Lafitte, Reader

Warnings: Language, alcoholism

Word Count:  2,650

Catch Up Here!

Part One Part Two

A/N: Huge thanks to @saxxxology for beta reading this chapter for me! More of this series to come! I hope you all enjoy, and remember feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by hunterchesters



“I don’t know about this Y/N.”

Chuck’s voice had a worrisome tone to it. “We don’t know what company this guy works for. Hell, we don’t even know his name. It just sounds almost too good to be true.”

“Look I get that Chuck, but this could also be a once in a lifetime opportunity.” You dipped your brush into the jar of ink. “I mean honestly, are we just going to say ‘Screw it’ and wait until someone else comes along? If that even happens?”

Chuck sighed, and you could tell just how irritated he was with you. You understood why he was so concerned about you meeting this guy, but at the same time he wasn’t looking at it the way you were. This really could be your chance to get noticed, to have your work published. That way you wouldn’t have to wait until July to find a publishing company. If you could find someone right now, it could really get the series moving.

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Pirate!Yoongi

So next up is the first half of the Daegu line, my highkey spirit animal, one half of Yoonmin, Min Yoongi aka Suga aka Agust D (all of the links down below are tumblr links btw, ik it’s a bit link heavy but I kept finding so much shit that could be used for this and I couldn’t pass that up)

  • First up are the visuals bc this fucks me up so much
  • Okay I have no idea why but I’m just really feeling blonde!Yoongi for this
  • I can just really see a blonde pirate!Yoongi with tousled up hair and maybe a lil stubble bc have you ever seen yoongi with some stubble that is some nice shit
  • Don’t get me wrong, you could totally do any hair color for him and have it work like you can do the black hair that would be really nice, green would be cool, orange, red, pink, literally any color he’s had bc it’ll work and it’ll look good on him
  • But there was this one photoshoot he did for Marie Claire (here and here are good examples of it idk if there’s more or if those were all of the pictures) and that was the first thing I thought of when I was trying to think of his look for this
  • Look and that and combine it with the outfits I have linked below this and tell me that shit doesn’t scream niCE
  • This and this are giving me some pirate vibes just wanna throw that out there bc now I’m fucked up
  • Tell me you guys can see it bc I’m honestly so ?!?!?!?! rn and I need people to be ?!?!?!?! with me over this bc I think this shit is pretty spot on
  • I could definitely see Yoongi being the advisor of the ship
  • Like he’s the one that helps plan out all of the moves, the finances, the recruits, he’s the one that says this place has this this and this and that place has that that and that, we should dock at the second one to get supplies
  • Probably has an ongoing argument with the parrot
  • Secretly adores the parrot and is visibly concerned when it flies away one day and is s o fucking relieved when it comes back
  • So this was just submitted yesterday so if you need the details on on who I’m talking about, you can read up on the person there bc it’s a pretty damn legendary story, maybe you’ve already heard of her but she’s a famous pirate named Ching Shih who basically fucking killed the pirating game
  • To sum it up, she was never actually caught, she only retired from piracy when she wanted to and she faced shit head on, she didn’t take shit from anyone, she fought her way to having like 80,000 people on her boats and she basically owned that shit
  • I feel like her story fits Yoongi’s personality?? Like even before I knew her name, I wanted to pair them up bc Yoongi is so smart that I feel like he could figure out how to do it
  • The dude is a self-proclaimed genius but seriously he’s so so smart and witty and I feel like if anyone could be Ching Shih in the world of pirates, it’s Yoongi bc he’s got the intimidation factor like his voice is s o deep and he just has this confident air to him, he’s got the intelligence, he’s got the charm to keep people on his side and keep them from starting a mutiny
  • Idk why but I just really see him as this total badass pirate who actually has a soft spot bc wait for it
  • I thought of this a while ago, when I originally started Jin’s post (like a week or two ago) and it’s been hitting me ever since and I have to share it
  • He has a daughter
  • So following the whole story of Ching Shih, she had a husband that was a pirate so we’re gonna stick with that and leave out the part about the husband passing away bc this is fluff and my heart is weak
  • But you two are married and are lowkey pirates together it’s nothing too intense until bby girl comes along
  • You two meet when you’re pretty young, when he’s docked at the same port you’re looking for a ship at and he invites you onto his with the boys and a couple other people
  • He’s always really really sweet and he makes sure you’re adjusting to the ship okay, that you and the boys are getting along, he makes sure everything is going well
  • And eventually, you two start to feel things that aren’t very platonic at all and that turns into you getting married on that same boat a couple years later 
  • By the time your daughter comes into the picture, you two aren’t very serious about anything yet
  • Bc he has his daughter, there’s a shit ton more fuel to the fire
  • Before she was born, it was just you two the boys and a couple friends, it was all pretty casual, retirement wasn’t even a word in your vocabulary
  • But of course, once you’ve both got another mouth to feed, it’s a very different story, now she’s depending on the two of you to take care of her bc bby
  • He has to take it super seriously now and he works his ass off to make sure he’s one of the best pirates around to make sure he isn’t caught and taken away from his daughter or have anything happen where his and your crimes effect her in some way
  • He spends a good few years just turning into this amazing pirate whose ship count just gets higher and higher by the month
  • I mean he’s got no choice but either get really fucking good or turn himself in
  • The minute he finds out about her, he’s gonna want to just retire on the spot and find someplace safe for her and raise her and learn all the wonders of fatherhood
  • But he can’t do that without getting the punishment of being a pirate so he has to use his wit to his advantage
  • He learns pretty quickly what the right moves to make are, he learns who to go for, who to fight head on, who to go for more of a sneak attack with, he figures his shit out
  • She doesn’t know what you two really do, if you were to ask her, she’d just say you were sailors and he doesn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise, not when she’s so young
  • It’s really interesting to see him get so loving and sweet around her and pepper her face in kisses and just give her lots of love and then turn around and turn into this really serious pirate who owns all of these different ships and is pretty quickly becoming pretty wealthy
  • And he has to sometimes turn that pirate off very abruptly
  • There’s this one time he’s having a meeting with a rival captain who wants to form some sort peace with him and she walks in bc she had a bad dream and he immediately goes from -_- to :D
  • He goes outside to comfort her and get her back to sleep and the other captain doesn’t even have time to think of a threat bc his reputation does a shit ton of talking but he also knows that and uses it
  • “Try to threaten my daughter, let’s see how long you have ships after that”
  • The two of you only retire when you want to, once you’re offered amnesty and can walk away freely
  • That was the perfect opportunity bc Yoongi’s been wanting to just settle down and focus on his family for a while so when it’s offered up, you can’t say no
  • When the two of you retire, you find a lil farm house to raise her in, in a really calm homey feeling town with all of the boys and you have your bby boy and you’re just really happy and you’ll always have the memories of sailing across the world with Yoongi

Ok, so small story to explain this.  So, I was driving myself insane trying to sketch out some stuff for a project I’m working on and decided I needed to get away from that for a bit and draw something else.  Was scrolling through tumblr to clear my head and had the radio on, and one of my favorite songs happen to come on, which happens to be ‘My Demons’ by Starset.

About this same time I ran across some posts from you guys and had a moment of inspiration.  

So, roughly 9 hours (and a lot of corrections and social anxiety) later, I finally finished something I felt comfortable enough putting out there.

Actually makes me happy that the best sketch I ever managed is for someone else.  So, anyway, here is a Charisa and Faith picture I made for you two. Take care of each other, and hang in there.  You two can make it through anything.

@sai-shou  @eti-mun