so not what she wants though



No seriously, Touka is not telling Kaneki because she doesn’t want to worry him I mean he is the fucking oek.. and maybe she wants to tell him when the baby is safe but PLEASE DON’T HIDE THINGS FROM EACH OTHER.

This is what we said when chapter 125 came out, even though they made love it doesn’t solve their issues and this is one of them so I just hope they will be able to do it.

I love Natasha she’s such a good character and she goes beyond just someone who cheated on her fiancé with some fuckboy

Like she’s flawed. She’s vain and incredibly naive and innocent in terms of love if that makes sense, especially shown when she thought Helene was right when she encouraged her to be with Anatole because Andrey wouldn’t want her to be bored, and she fucks up and she knows she fucked up and owns up to it and even though she’s devastated by what she’s done she learns from it

I’m not saying she didn’t do anything wrong, but that’s why her character is so interesting to me

All of these characters are so good. Tf

voguesnyave  asked:

I have the same feeling, that they aren't going for the shock factor anymore since Mona was the one who actually killed Charlotte and not Mrs Grunwald or her roomate from s3. But still I'm not having high hopes for the finale since they spoiled in the promo Aria saying that she can't marry Ezra I mean now i'm 100% sure that the wedding will go through ://

They literally showed us Mona in the bell tower. Marlene said she approves every promo (I’m assuming promo pictures too) before it’s released so the fact she approved of Charlotte’s killer being shown in the bell tower… yeah, they don’t care about shock. They want to end the show with “ohhh that makes sense, no more questions!” rather than “WHAT THE HELL I NEVER SAW THAT COMING… wait, how does that make sense though?”

Meanwhile, Gwen had rolled up a want for three first dates, so I figure, what the hell, maybe she wants a whole harem. Dormmate Cole doesn’t seem down with that, though. (He’s pretty hot and heavy with another dormmate, Asia, and I guess he’s not into sharing and stuff.)

So, Gwen called up this guy…

who’d once laid an unsolicited smooch on her while she was testing a community lot back in the home neighborhood. His name is Mark London, and this time, the smooching was consensual. :) And although the date was a dream date and they triple-bolt, she had not a thought of him afterward. So, I guess she’s happy with two. Well, OK, she did roll up a want for five first dates, but…Enough is enough, girl!

thejabberwokk  asked:

For the writing prompts: 7. And it bears the fruit of Deceit/ ruddy and sweet to eat / And the Raven his nest has made / In its thickest shade [The Human Abstract, William Blake]

Thanks for the prompt, @thejabberwokk! I’m… not sure where I’m going with this, but I’m going to try.

For @dadrunkwriting

Neria Lavellan x Solas, post Trespasser-ish. Very non-canon!

“I would have you trust me!” she spits out, her eyes aflame with hurt and pain and betrayal, her mind so filled with the enormity of what he has pressed onto her.

Solas cannot look at her; he turns his head away in shame. “Ir abelas,” he says, a weak offering to the injustice he has done to her, but it is all he can offer her now, even though he so desperately wants to pull her into his arms and soothe away all that he’s brought down on her.

Tel’abelas.”  Though she is on her knees, right hand clutching the Anchor to try and stem the agony, her face is pulled into a mask he recognizes as the Inquisitor.

Once, he’d been one of the few who was allowed to see beneath it.

Once, he’d been the only one who was allowed to see what was in her heart.

You destroy all you touch, his mind reminded him.

“If you care about me, at all, tell me the truth.”

So he does. He watches as she crumbles before him, as he mercilessly rips apart her beliefs, sees the way she bows her head when he confesses to the origin of the Anchor she bears on her hand. Her face is flint-hard when he tells her that the mark - his mark - is killing her, as though she had already known.

“And if you would have succeeded in your plan? If Corypheus had indeed been destroyed?”

“I would have reclaimed the orb, and using the Anchor you bear, torn down the Veil, and restored the world of my time - the world of the elves.”

Her lips curl into a bitter smile. “So we aren’t even people to you.” It wasn’t a question, and he did not answer.

“How can you possibly claim to have loved me?” the question is quiet, so quiet he can only just hear it; it sounds as though it has been forcefully pulled from her.

“Do not doubt that I do,” he replies, desperate for her to know that; that he has to let her go is hard enough, but he cannot let her leave believing that his love for her was another falsehood.

Her laugh is mocking and self-deprecating. “But the man who loved me was an apostate by the name of Solas. You are Fen’harel, the Dread Wolf, The Lord of Tricksters; how could he possibly love?”

He flinches, the words striking deep in his heart.

“I was Solas first,” he tries to explain, “Fen’harel came later. An insult I wore as a badge of honor. It brought fear to my enemies, and hope to my friends; not unlike Inquisitor, I suppose.”

“You lied to me,” she starts to speak, but her words soon turn into a shriek of pure anguish as the anchor starts to discharge again; she falls to the ground, curling up into herself as though to try and contain the pain. 

Swallowing hard, he clenches his fist, directing his mana to the Anchor to silence it.

It takes her several moments to regain her breath, but he waits patiently. He has made her wait two years; he can afford to spare a few minutes.

“You lied to me,” she says again, holding out a hand to silence him when he tries to interject. “every kiss, every touch, every word of love you spoke into my ear was a lie. How can you call it love, when I did not know the truth of who you are? I gave you all of me,” her voice broke, “and you gave me nothing but deceit. You gave me a pretty shell, and then you broke me.”

“I wanted to tell you the truth,” his tone is urgent, “but how was I to tell you that I was the enemy of your people’s lore?”

Her eyes flash. “They are your people too, Fen’harel, for we are descended from your kind!” Understanding washes over her face. “That was what Cole meant. You’re real, and it means they’re real too. It changes everything, but it can’t.” she quotes back at him. “You know we are real, and you still insist on destroying this world? Why?”

He shakes his head. “You have always shown a thoughtfulness I admire, ma lath. It would be easy to tell you too much.”

“Creators damn you, Solas!” The viciousness of her tone catches him off-guard. “If you’re going to kill me, I deserve an explanation! What have I done - what have we done - to invite your wrath?”

“I am not Corypheus,” he denies, “I take no pleasure in this. But it must be done.”

She walks up to him in quick, hard strides, and strikes his chest with her good hand. “You utter bastard-” her voice catches in her throat, and he is alarmed to see defeat on her shoulders and tears in her eyes, “I shouldn’t love you, but Creators, I do. Damn you,” she curses again without heat, then slumps against him, her marked hand dangling uselessly by her side.

He yearns to hold her, but he resists, knowing that he cannot restrain himself from taking more were he to do so. Instead he lets her use him as support, letting her tears dampen the wolf pelt wrapped around him. They stand like that, ancient god and modern hero, for several long minutes, no sound other than the faint buzz of the eluvian behind him.

‘Fine,” she says at last, pulling away from him. She brings a hand to rub at her face, smearing dirt and blood across it. “You win. Do what you want, Solas.”

He’s shocked; he cannot believe she would give up, not her, not the woman who’d faced every hurdle imaginable and crossed them through the sheer force of her will.

“I’m tired,” she says in response to the question in his eyes. “I save Ferelden, and they’re angry. I save Orlais, and they’re angry. If I’m supposed to stop you,” she exhaled, “I can take the shems disapproval. Let them do what they want with the Inquisition, I don’t care. I can’t-” she cleared her throat, “I can’t be your enemy, Solas. Do not ask it of me.”

Her words render him speechless; he’d expected her fury, her sorrow, had prepared himself for them, but he had not foreseen this. “Neria-” he says, but she hushes him. “I’m dying anyway,” she points out, her gentle, accepting tone so different from the rage-filled one she’d started with. “The Anchor is getting worse.”

“I can help you with that,” he bursts out. “It will mean the loss of your arm, but you will live.”

“Why?” she shrugs. “Why do I want to live knowing that you’re just going to kill me in the end anyway?”

Vhenan,” he pleads, but for what he does not know. He cannot deny the truth in her words; she is right - if she were to die, the Inquisition would be greatly weakened, and it would help his plans.

And yet, he knows he cannot.

She presses her lips against his, slow, soft, and it’s over all too quickly. “I will not stop you, Solas,” she says quietly, “but the others will try. I hope you have it in you to be gentle; they were your friends once.” And with that, her eyes droop and close, and her breathing hisses away into nothingness, and she slumps against him, blackened tendrils along the length of her arm and chest the only sign of the Anchor’s damage. 

He sinks to the ground with her cradled in his arms, still in disbelief. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he’s aware that he could have - should have - acted sooner.

But deception brings nothing but sorrow.

Songs that influenced the making of Theodosia

Miku and IA’s Jekyll and Hyde
IA’s Shintai-chan (Jubyphonic’s ver.)

Theodosia is a fusion between two personalities: The Paint side, Persia, and the Thinner side, Theodoria. They haven’t shown themselves individually, though when they do, they’re polar opposites. Persia is the innocent, justified side while Theodoria is the more moody, villainous side. In result to this, they constantly fight in Theodosia’s mind, and since she can only hear them, it makes her look crazy.

What everyone doesn’t know is that this witty, sarcastic, but sweet and caring girl wants to split up. She wants to desperately separate the two personalities so she can finally Rest In Peace. But if they split, she will die. She really wants to die, but she can’t because she allowed herself to get close to Prescott. She hates herself for getting close to him, but she also loves it. Conflicting emotions plus fighting personalities equals a chaotic mix of anxiety and depression.

As you can see, I am a major weeb XD

anonymous asked:

You think we'll be able to still enjoy Gillovny, even with PM lurking in the background? Would she sit on DD's lap during photoshoots? Imagine she tweets something like "I'll follow you anywhere my little legs take me" or about Gilly ramp, and then follows it with "Watch the new season of The Crown, it's the best thing bla-bla"? I don't think we'll see him at TXF premiere since he doesn't usually attend her events, but what if she skips the premiere to attend something PM-related in London?

Seriously, I’m SO sad to say, but if that type of shit happens that’s when I’ll be annoyed. 

I don’t think it will happen to the same extent it did before though, because before they were together (it’s how I feel so I’m just going to say it and stop saying ‘I think’). 

It’s a horrible spot because I want to see the fun, flirty gillovny on set, but I don’t if it’s not sincere. Don’t talk about him making you feel tingly if he doesn’t, ffs.


Them boys and their girl~ *:・゚✧

look at me - i will never pass for a perfect bride

so i know i already made a retold mulan post but i just LOVE MULAN SO MUCH so here’s another

in the original myth mulan isn’t really a clumsy fish out of water. she’s strong and smart and the reason she goes to war is because she’s the most qualified person in her family to fight, regardless of gender.

so how about this: mulan’s a fighter. she knows exactly who she is, like in the original myth, she’s knows how to be the blossoming flower and the great stone dragon. she’s still mulan though, so she still doesn’t memorize the silly ways she’s supposed to be a good wife and has little patience for appearing graceful while pouring tea. she’s innovative and courageous and beautiful, but no one is under any illusions about what kind of wife she’ll be.

and the matchmaker is the matchmaker for the li family as well, for this great big part of china. and general li wants his son to be married before he goes off to war, wants his son to have a reason to fight to live, like a wife waiting for him. and the matchmaker reads the stars and the tea leaves and the astrology charts, and no matter what all the signs point to one thing: the honorable li shang is destined to marry the insolent, arrogant fa mulan.

the matchmaker isn’t going to let that happen, she refuses to be responsible for that disaster of a wedding. so she sends her most beautiful girls, the ones that are obedient and quiet and know their roles, the ones that are eager to marry into the li family.

and each of them are entertained and met and sent back. shang is many things, but smooth isn’t one of them, he has nothing to say to these quiet girls who smile at him, feels large and awkward around their polite smiles. so he and his father go to the matchmaker’s village, shang reluctantly and his father to demand she stops messing with them and provides a proper bride.

it’s on the day that mulan and the other girls are parading in the street. shang sees a girl - mulan - hurry into the end of the line, jumping over a bench and darting around a careening wagon to get there, and stifles a laugh.

then there’s no reason to laugh at all, because a group of huns have decided that this village is in their way, and attack.

everyone scatters, women hide, children hide, and most of the men do too. shang and his father join the fight with some of the other men who hadn’t hid, and these men are starved, clearly not with shan yu, so even though they’re outnumbered they’ll likely win.

shang sees a hun go to attack the girl he’d seen earlier, the girl for whatever reason hadn’t run and hid. the hun raises a sword above his head to strike her down, and shang is so sure he’s about to see this pretty girl lose her head.

but she doesn’t. instead she rolls out of the way, and pops up, headbutting him in the stomach. she takes his sword from his now-slack grip and plunges it into his chest. without hesitation or pause the girl joins the fight, swinging the sword expertly and cutting down every man who stands against her. soon they’re fighting back to back, and shang has never felt more in sync with another person. she cuts off the head of the last hun, and shang has never seen anyone more beautiful than this girl, dress ripped and make up smudged and covered in blood that isn’t hers.

“mulan,” one of the other girls says, peaking out of a store front, “is it over?”

the girl, mulan, looks out over the dozen dead men and says, grimly, “it’s barely begun.” she searches the crowd, finding and old man and yelling, “gather the bodies, we’ll burn that at dusk outside of the village. everyone else,” her eyes sweep across the gathered people, and shang is struck by the fact that this girl isn’t well liked. there’s anger and disapproval in many of the faces, but they’re listening. these people don’t like her. but they do trust her. “let’s clean this all up. these were bandits, not soldiers. there’s nothing more to fear.”

“what if there are more?” the other girl asks, arms wrapped around herself.

mulan raises her stolen sword and says, “then i will slice them to ribbons. this is our village, and this is our country. any who would try to take it from us - from me - will suffer the consequences.”

and it shouldn’t be comforting, hearing words of violence from this young girl, yet everyone around them relaxes, and gets moving, gather the bodies and tending the wounded.

“who are you?” his father asks, and someone who doesn’t know him might think he was angry, but shang can tell he’s impressed.

mulan turns to them and bows, “my apologies. i am fa mulan, daughter of fa zhou. thank you for helping us.” she stands, and shang meets her eyes for the first time.

he swallows, and blurts out, “you - you fight good.”

his father coughs to hide his laughter, but mulan’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “thank you. you do as well.”

and they just keep standing there smiling at each other until his father claps his hands and is like okay - they’ll have to report this to the emperor, no time to dawdle, have to go now.

so they take their leave, and shang thinks this is the last time he’ll see fa mulan.

except there’s still the draft, and this time mulan doesn’t take no for an answer, won’t hear of it. her father is injured and old and she is young and fit to fight. she will go in his place.

so she arrives at the camp, prepared to pretend and lie - except she goes to meet her commanding officer and it’s him, that boy who had fought with her. shang’s eyes widen, but they’re in front of too many people. he can see it on her face, her fear, and she hadn’t shown any fear when she was facing down over a dozen huns, but she does now. so he makes his choice and says nothing, pretends he buys her story.

she tracks him down that night and demands an explanation. he says this war is too important to kill good warriors, whatever gender they are. he swears to keep her secret. mulan is his best soldier from the beginning, and means to treat her like anyone else, but it’s impossible. she isn’t like anyone else, is strong and smarter and braver than them. they argue tactics, and she’s the only one who can give him a workout in hand to hand, and he doesn’t have trouble finding his words with her. he finds himself falling in love with her, but doesn’t say anything. she’s not here for love, she’s here for a war. he vows to say something if they survive this, but it’s unlikely that will happen.

they head to the front earlier. they get there in time to provide back up for his father and his army, and it’s a loss but not a slaughter. his father is too distracted to notice ping is the girl from the village. all he knows is this soldier had led the second wave of attacks, and it was thanks to her any of them were alive at all. they prevent half of the huns from getting through the pass, but that’s still an army heading for the imperial city. the general is injured, so mulan and shang lead the army after him.

they find him at the mountain, and just like before mulan uses the cannon to destroy the army. she knew it would spell their death, but it was worth it, for her people, for her country, for her family. this time it’s shang that won’t accept her death, that tries to drag her unconscious body to safety. only he fails, and mulan becomes buried under the snow.

they return to the city, and shang is besides himself - the woman he loves is dead, she saved them all and she’s gone, and he’ll never recover from this. only he can’t tell his father this, their friends. they think he mourns a friend, not the woman he wanted to make his wife.

except mulan survives, and sees the other huns as well. only she kills them there before they can get to the city, and decides this is for the best. fa ping dies honorably in battle, and fa mulan is free to return home to her family.

so general li decides that it’s time to go to that matchmaker again, and demand she stop playing games. the matchmaker confesses that she thought the bride was unsuitable, and the general demands she send her anyway.

so mulan has barely had the chance to settle back home when the matchmaker shows up at her door saying she’s sending her to see a potential husband, but not who. so mulan shows up all made up to li household and shang drags himself into the room, already resigned to a loveless marriage, when they see each other. “mulan?” he demands, and his father is all pleased because it’s the fighting girl from the village.

but then his son starts crying and they run to each other. shang picks her up in his arms and she clings to him, and shang is babbling about how he thought she was dead, and mulan is so overjoyed that she’s with shang, and shang wants her, that she kisses him without explaining.

except now shang’s father demands an explanation. so they give it to him, the whole story comes tumbling out, and he stares hard at her, and remembers her as ping, the brave soldier that had saved them all. he’s not upset - he ecstatic. he goes to the emperor and tells him everything, and the emperor officially offers mulan an officer position in the army. she accepts, as long as shang is by her side. shang seconds this, and they set in motion the plans for the wedding.

fa mulan and li shang get married and lead armies and live happily ever after, just like the stars intended.

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Captain Steve Rogers, Lovecraftian Horror

Title: The Miskatonic Project
Rating: PG-13 for horror themes, death
Summary: Abraham Erskine may have invented something new with the Serum – or maybe he re-created something very old. Something…Elder.
Notes: I should be working on like three other fanfics but I had a TERRIBLE DREAM this afternoon and anyway this only took about half an hour to write.


Steve came out of the Vita-Ray machine…different. 

Of course he looked different – taller, thickly muscled, skin gleaming. But it wasn’t the change in his appearance so much as the…sensation people felt around him. Howard claimed not to feel it, and Erskine died before he could weigh in. Peggy felt it, but not in the way others did. To her, he seemed otherworldly, but like an angel or a religious vision – comforting under a layer of unreality. She even liked the strange black pupils he’d developed, so big and dark you could hardly see the whites of his eyes at all. 

Others, however…. 

She didn’t see him pull the Hydra agent out of the submarine after Erskine’s assassination. Only three people did – a cab driver, a little boy, and the boy’s mother. The cab driver wouldn’t say a word, and the boy’s mother stuttered and stammered so badly they finally gave up. The little boy just said, “Well, he got him,” and looked admiringly at Steve. 

Steve wasn’t wet, but the submarine lay on the deck of the pier, and the man next to it was dead, a rictus of horror on his face. 

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Ai Yazawa End-of-Book Notes 1-21

So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!

Volume 1

The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series.  I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”

Volume 2

A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly.  What’s up with that?!  It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”

Volume 3

Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians.  Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement.  If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil.  Music is that important to my life.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 4

I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though).  It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 5

In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats.  But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way.  But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours.  And Yasu too?

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 6

When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons.  Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing.  I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 7

I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians.  I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful.  I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality.  But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 8

When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf.  I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed.  My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺).  Have you had a Hachiko experience like that?  - Ai Yazawa

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Originally posted by nikkiiklebold

HONESTLY LIKE we dont give aja enough credit for what she did on s9!!! on ep 1 gaga told her to take her septum out and she did and never put it back in again……… the judges said they didnt like her makeup and wanted it to be softer (even though thats her look) and she did it as soon as they asked! like it was so nice to see her take critiques the way she did and actually improve when other queens just bitched about it ANYWAY!!!!! love ha

Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

Part One

There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunch time.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

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Punk (Chap. 12)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3923

Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)

A/N:  Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter.  I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story.  I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Thank you again for your patience between updates.  

Apparently Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question.  She was ranting and raving, throwing her hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your direction.  She switched from English to Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing all the parts.  You couldn’t get a word in edgewise though.  Every time you opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous” and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.

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