spilled wiring

anonymous asked:

merry christmas!! would you be able to write an scoups + office au for the christmas au game? ;o; thank you very much!!

you’re the IT person trying to help a very,,,technologically impaired cheol~!

  • you’ve never quite met someone,,,in this day and age,,,,,whose as bad at computers as seungcheol 
  • ever since he got a position at the office you work for,,,you’ve heard horror stories of him doing everything to tripping over wires, spilling coffee on his keyboard, and erasing his data - and then even his backup data??!?!
  • you, like the other people in the IT department, have come to calling him grandpa seungcheol because of his,,,,,,incompetancy
  • but unlike the others,,,,who get all grumbled and annoyed with him,,,,you try really really hard to help 
  • if for one because he’s actually quite a nice person,,,albeit a bit TOO flirty
  • flashbacks to that time you were trying to teach him about using google docs and he kept asking if you’d cut your hair or not - it just looked so nice
  • but,,,even you’ve had your patience run out and although when others snapped at him, seungcheol would play it off with cool laughter and just shrug
  • with you,,,,,he’d pull out the puppy dog eyes - the “im sorry,,,,,ill do better” lines
  • and you always got tripped into feeling bad,,,,,,and it was all made worse today
  • the day before christmas holiday and you had been trying to explain to seungcheol that there are other folders where his work could be saved
  • when he’s up and clicked something and poof - one of the folders was deleated
  • closing your eyes for a moment, trying to tell yourself to calm down, seungcheol made a small “oh no, did i mess up?”
  • you turn to him, eyes narrowed  - but ,,,, as usual you had no defense to his cute, pouting face
  • and to top it all off,,,he was wearing a santa hat,,,,
  • and his tie had little reindeer on it
  • you just couldn’t get mad at him, even though you kind of had the right too, so instead you just shook your head and tapped on the keyboard again
  • “it’s fine, ill stay overtime and fix it.”
  • at this,,,,seungcheol’s cheerful and playful disposition fell and a serious, hardened look fell over his face
  • “what? overtime? it’s christmas eve. just go home.”
  • you shrug, “no, i have to fix your mistake. it’s fine, it’s my job.”
  • you reach forward to check something on the monitor when seungcheol’s hand takes a hold of your wrist
  • “it’s not your job to stay overtime on a holiday.”
  • his voice sounded different, deeper but you told yourself it was nothing
  • “it’s ok,  dont have plans anyway-”
  • “well then, have dinner with me.”
  • you look at him, not in the mood for his flirtatious games
  • “seungcheol, it’s fine -”
  • “no, you can’t stay overtime. you have a christmas date with me now.”
  • the word date sparks a small jolt in your body
  • “i said-”
  • seungcheol gets up, taking your hand and pulling you along toward the bosses office
  • you try to tell him not to do what he’s planning on doing,,,,but it’s seungcheol so he doesn’t listen
  • “boss, none of us have to work overtime today right? it’s before the holiday right?”
  • your boss looks up from her coffee, and blinks
  • “that’s right - why-?”
  • “see, no overtime. plus you have plans now, the date with me.”
  • your boss looks betwenn you and seungcheol,,,,and shrugs
  • “as long as you two keep it outside of the office, do what you’d like.”
  • you blush crimson, opening your mouth to say she’s got it all wrong
  • but seungcheol is smiling at you, a wolfish grin that makes you all the more shy
  • “fine,,,i wont stay overtime.”
  • he gives you a happy look, and you roll your eyes
  • “but i didn’t say i’d go on that date.”
  • “oh,,,,,c’mon it’ll be fun!!!”
  • you walk away as seungcheol trails behind you, the rest of the office buzzing with their opinions on how cute you and him wouold look
  • even your own department goes “even though we call him grandpa, he is probably on the the hottest guys in the offic-”
  • you: OK HUSH SHH NOW 

you had the heart of a angel,
and a lover who was not really a lover,
more of a taker,
more of a demon,
more like hell itself
peeled away layers of your beating bleeding heart every night when you slept the ache away.
(or at least,
you thought you did.)
until there was a hole in you the shape of a bullet,
more of a grenade,
more like a bomb.

and you were gone,
(a seraph fallen, but a seraph still)
until he was gone,
until you crawled through the fire and ash
to daylight
and into a soft blanket that looked like home,
no, more of a sofa to crash on,
more like friends.

and you started becoming again, and again and again
and out of your chest burst brightest light,
blinding and pure and beautiful
and there it bloomed like a white peony in the dark,
no, more like
the moon in space,
more like

you have the heart of a god.

—  when something dies, a better thing will take its place. - (a.j)

anonymous asked:

everyone always talks about rfa and babies, but what about rfa and toddlers? i honestly think that toddlers would be more difficult than babies but i'm not a parent, who knows lol

Oh anonny, anything dealing with the Mystic Messenger crew and their children I always go overboard and this request is no exception! These turned out ridiculously long so I’m sorry to everyone in advance! I also want to thank everyone for the name suggestions for the kids, I sincerely liked all of the suggestions and the help is greatly appreciated! Anyways, I loved writing this one so I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


Yoosung

  • Yours and Yoosung’s son Byul was quite a handful to say the least
  • He was a bundle of energy since the day he was born and it was especially shown through his toddler years
  • Byul would run around the house shouting gibberish and when you told Yoosung to discipline his child, he tried but never succeeded as he thought he was a bad father
  • You needed some girl time so you and Jaehee planned a day trip together leaving Byul in the hand’s of Yoosung
  • The second you said your goodbyes to your husband and son, Byul ran to the master bedroom, jumping wildly on the bed
  • “Byul calm down! Just because mommy isn’t here doesn’t mean you can act crazy! You’re going to get hurt!” Yoosung said as he tried to control his crazy son
  • But Byel ended up falling off the bed, crying his little eyes out as Yoosung went into panicked doctor mode
  • After making sure Byul didn’t have any injuries, he told his son in a firm voice that he had to listen to him to which Byul nodded and wrapped his small arms around Yoosung’s neck
  • Yoosung smiled and gently carried his son to his computer chair, sitting him down on his lap and started playing LOLOL - Byul’s eyes widened in wonder and every time Yoosung would beat a monster, Byul’s tiny hands would fly up in the air as he’d exclaim “Daddy’s the best!”
  • Yoosung’s heart soared as he and his son spent the rest of the night playing video games as his son cheered for him
  • You came home, expecting to see the house in ruins, but instead saw Yoosung and Byul laying in bed together surrounded by pillows and stuffed animals
  • From then on, Yoosung became a more strict but still loving parent to Byul, who was still a ball of energy but loved watching his father play video games or reading him bedtime stories with animals in them
  • Yoosung smiled at you, thinking that maybe he really could be a good father to Byul

Zen

  • Yours and Zen’s son Jun-Ho was a mini looking Zen but with none of his personality
  • Jun-Ho was an extremely shy and anxious toddler, hating the limelight and attention that he received by being a famous actor’s son
  • Even though Jun-Ho was shy, when it was just you, Zen, and himself he’d become a screamer
  • If Zen tried telling him ‘no’ then Jun-Ho would scream at the top of his little lungs and Jun-Ho’s singing and screaming voice was awful
  • Your son would wake up from his sleep because of a nightmare, screaming while doing so, resulting in a lot of sleepless nights for Zen
  • Zen would lay in bed with his boy as his son would curl into his father’s embrace as Zen said “It’s alright Jun-Ho, daddy’s here. I’ll protect you from the nightmares so don’t worry okay? I’ll even sing to you until you fall asleep.”
  • Jun-Ho was also extremely clingy to both you and Zen, he’d typically need to have one of you by his side or he’d become an anxious crying mess
  • But Zen realized that his son loved dressing up in both your’s and Zen’s clothing, often giggling when he’d see Jun-Hon wearing one of his leather jackets paired with your skirt
  • Zen could see the happiness in Jun-Ho’s eyes when he’d dress up so Zen started to encourage his boy and would even dress up with him at times with
  • Jun-Ho would say “Daddy looks good!” When dressing Zen up and the silver man had to admit, for a toddler his son really knew how fashion worked
  • No matter how shy or clingy your son was, Zen would always make sure that Jun-Ho would feel love from him as he tried to be the best father that he could

Jaehee

  • Your’s and Jaehee’s daughter Min-Ji was a good mix of the two of your’s personality with a huge temper mixed in
  • If Min-Ji didn’t get what she wanted, she would throw a huge temper tantrum causing both you and Jaehee major headaches
  • Min-Ji also had a habit pulling people’s hair, with Jaehee sometimes wishing that she would have kept her hair shorter
  • But Jaehee already had to take care of the RFA boys on her own before, since they’re basically toddlers themselves, so dealing with her little daughter wouldn’t be a big deal
  • Jaehee was always firm but kind towards Min-Ji, scorning her when needed but also showing her plenty of love
  • “It wasn’t very nice to pull mommy’s hair now was it Min-Ji. You should go apologize to her and if you’re truly sorry, then we can do something fun together.” Jaehee would strictly tell her daughter
  • Since your birthday was coming up, Jaehee decided that for apologizing to you, Min-Ji could help her bake a cake
  • Jaehee noticed how much fun her daughter had while making the cake and how calm she was, realizing that maybe baking was her passion
  • She let Min-Ji decorate the cake once it was baked, Jaehee giggled at her messy creation as her daughter exclaimed “Mommy will love it!”
  • You walked into the kitchen, startling the two girls, and complimented Min-Jo’s decorating, giving Jaehee a quick kiss as you noted that she finally found something to calm your daughter down
  • Jaehee lifted Min-Ji into the air and held her close to her as she thought being a mother to Min-Ji was the best feeling in the world

Jumin

  • Your’s and Jumin’s daughter Nari was the definition of beauty, grace, and sass
  • Nari was typically a good toddler and was very calm, except when it came to Elizabeth the Third
  • Your daughter was obsessed with cats, making Jumin one proud father, but that meant she’d never let Elizabeth out of her sight
  • As she got older, she would take Elizabeth with her everywhere and she ended up ignoring you and Jumin
  • Jumin wanted to spend time with his three favorite girls but Nari seemed to never want to be around him, making Jumin concerned
  • Nari was also a fan of arts and crafts and one day accidentally spilled red paint on Elizabeth’s fur
  • When Jumin went over to clean Elizabeth, Nari looked at him in fear as she started crying, making Jumin realize that she was intimidated by him and that he wasn’t being a good father
  • After cleaning up Elizabeth, Jumin sat down with Nari, who was cuddling her Elizabeth look-a-like plushie, as he apologized to her
  • “I know that I haven’t been around lately to spend time with you and your mother and for that, I’m sorry Nari. Why don’t me, you, your mother, and Elizabeth spend the night together okay? I don’t say it enough it I love you my little Sapphire.” Jumin said as he sat his little girl on his lap with her smiling at her nickname
  • From then on, Jumin cut his work hours down to spend more time with his family, which usually ended up being Nari drawing pictures for Jumin to hang up everywhere
  • You and Jumin would tuck Nari into bed every night with Elizabeth at her side, with Jumin determined to become the best father that he could be

Seven

  • Your’s and Seven’s child Sae-yoon was surprisingly a good boy, until you weren’t around
  • Sae-yoon was a huge mama’s boy, he’d constantly be by your side making Seven slightly jealous
  • But when it was just Seven and Sae-yoon, the toddler loved making a mess of things for Seven to clean up after
  • Sae-yoon would smack Seven’s computer screens, tangle the wires, and spill his fruit juice all over his father’s electronics
  • Seven isn’t very good at disciplining Sae-yoon, he doesn’t want to end up like his own parents but you encourage Seven that some firm words were sometimes needed as a father
  • Much to Seven’s shock, every time he’d try to show his son something on the computer, Sae-yoon would yell and throw his little fists at the screen
  • He even tried to make his son some homemade meals but Seven was stunned when his son threw a bag of Honey Buddy Chips at his father
  • Seven was about to give up until he saw his son in his bed, frustrated as he tried to read a storybook to himself
  • Sae-yoon was about to start crying until Seven walked in, laying down next to his son and took the book from him as he dramatically read the story as his son giggled
  • “I see that you’re more interested in books then computer Sae-yoon and that’s alright! I’m still going to teach you about computers when you’re older but for now, you’re going to hear all kinds of crazy stories from me, the great 707 to you, my little 505!” Seven told his son as he lifted him in the air, both boys laughing
  • Every night you would tuck your son into bed and listen to Seven’s insane stories, acting out all of the parts and usually ending up tickling his son at the end to tire him out and Sae-yoon would always say “Daddy tells the best stories!“
  • Seven, tired himself from the crazy story-telling, would thank you for supporting him as he promised that he’d be the greatest father to his son

My chest is strapped tight

and steel-bound, barbwired.

Inhalation stabs

relentless, each breath;

Exhale, and dry bones

sigh, so sweet.

A momentary reprieve,

from the guilt coursing deep.

All I wanted was someone who could hear me out. But where were you during my darkest hour? Where were you when the demons I locked away in my sleep kept knocking? It’s okay, though. I don’t blame you for not putting someone else first above yourself, because truth be told I would have done the same. It just sucks because if it had been my choice, if I had been the one standing on your shoes, in your place, I’d have done all I could to make sure you found comfort in someone else. That I was there for you when things didn’t seem so easy to deal with on your own.
—  Keen Malasarte, Doubts.
Sammy Lawrence’s Gay Crises Prt. 2

“Are you sure this is going to work?”

“Of course! At least eighty-five percent.”

Sammy glared at Joey, who was in the middle of working an incredibly complex pentagram- and Sammy had seen a lot of pentagrams in the studio. “What’s the other fifteen percent?”

“Death or horrifying mutilation.”

He quietly pulled Norman aside. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? I know I can be pushy about it but I won’t-” A clawed finger pressed against his lips. Norman tilted his projector and whirred softly. “Really.”

Sammy closed his eyes and indulged in the closeness as he was pulled into a hug, claws scratching gently at the base of his scalp and a hand rubbing reassuringly over his shoulders. He didn’t let go, even as Henry bumped into him walking into the room with more chalk and the missing candle. Even when Joey called for Norman to come, he held on selfishly. Eighty-five percent. He had to believe that the proverbial needle would land there. He had to.

Norman stood awkwardly in the center of the circle, watching Joey, who was… watching Sammy? He tuned back into the conversation.

“Sorry.”

Joey heaved an exasperated sigh. “As I was saying, the ritual needs a blood sacrifice to start it, and since you’re, ahem, closest to him-” Norman’s glare was boring into the back of his head for sure “-it would be best for you to do it.”

“A blood sacrifice.” To say he was incredulous was an understatement. Joey rolled his eyes.

“Just cut your hand or something, I don’t need you to bleed out.” He held out a knife that Sammy distinctly remembered seeing in his office as a letter opener. He grabbed it and stalked past to the edge of the circle, holding it over his hand and hesitating.

A soft crackle reached his ears and he looked up. Norman was watching him worriedly. Sammy gave him a wavering smile. “I’m doing this for you, Normy, so you better not- don’t-” He took a deep breath. “Come back to me.”

A sting, and wetness dripped from his hand into the circle.

Whatever fuckery the pentagram did, it left Sammy’s ears ringing and everything blurry. He had the distinct feeling he had looked upon something the human brain wasn’t meant to comprehend. He stumbled forwards, rubbing his eyes, and yelped as a hand grabbed his collar.

“Don’t break the pentagram!” Joey hissed in his ear. “Norman needs to walk out of it. If you cross the boundary you’ll taint the magic and fuck everything up.” Sammy gritted his teeth and stayed still. He rubbed his eyes again, and everything snapped into focus like a rubber band.

Norman was on his hands and knees in the circle. Long curls fell in his face. He had a face. He had a head. The projector was gone. Sammy swallowed back a tiny noise. He watched as Norman slowly reached up, touching his face in what he could only imagine as awe. His body was still an inky black, but it seemed… different, somehow, something so subtle Sammy couldn’t put his finger on the difference.

He finally looked up and Sammy couldn’t help but gasp.

It was definitely Norman’s face, perhaps a little more gaunt and pale than before, but irrevocably Norman. What kept Sammy rooted to the spot was his eyes- eye. One was covered by his hair, but the other was staring right back at him, wide, pupil-less, and glowing gold against the black of his sclera. Sammy swallowed, hard.

“Norman?”

His mouth opened, and if possible his eye got even wider. He grasped his throat, and Sammy heard a tiny squeak of noise. He still couldn’t speak, and Sammy’s heart dropped.

“Normy, can you stand?”

He covered his mouth. Joey shoved Sammy aside. “Norman, you need to get out of that pentagram right now if you feel sick. Nothing can break the lines. Nothing. I don’t know what would happen with you in it.”

Norman stared at him and his shoulders lurched abruptly. He pushed himself halfway to his feet and staggered out of the circle, promptly doubling over and vomiting ink everywhere. Sammy rushed to his side, meaning to hold his hair out of the way, and stopped in his tracks as he saw the wires still looped over his back. He still had hair, but the lower part of his scalp was nothing but cables.

“Oh, Norman,” he sighed, ignoring the ink soaking into his shoes to rub his back. “I’m not sure anything really changed.”

He got a glare in between mouthfuls of ink, and Sammy grinned. “Not sure I would call that mug of yours an improvement.”

Sammy!”

“What? I was joking!”

Henry crossed his arms. “He has no idea what he looks like and you start off with that?

Oops. “You’re real pretty, Norman. I’d kiss you if you weren’t spewing ink everywhere like a burst pipe.”

Sammy swore he heard Joey snort and mutter “Romantic.”

The longer Norman stayed hunched over, the more worried Sammy became. He looked up at Joey. “Is this normal?”

Joey shrugged. “Never done it before.”

Henry dragged him back before Sammy could snap at him for putting Norman through this goddamn experiment. “Let’s give them some space, Joey. And maybe get Norman some clothes.”

Oh. Sammy was suddenly very aware of how far his hand was wandering down his back. He massaged the spot between his shoulder blades as Norman gave a shuddering cough and sat up. “You feeling all right, Normy?”

A shaky nod. “I’m gonna get you out of this puddle now, okay?” He hooked an arm around his shoulders, feeling the muscles of his back shift under his grip. Norman clung to him, weak and shivering, and Sammy whistled. “Really did a number on you, didn’t it?”

Norman smiled ruefully and Sammy’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. He had forgotten his smile. He led his friend over to the wall, letting him down slowly enough that he could get his legs under him and Norman pulled them to his chest. He was blushing, and Sammy remembered what Henry had said about clothes. No, Lawrence. Stop that right now. He squashed the thought and kept his eyes firmly focused on Norman’s face.

“Do you need anything?” Norman tugged on his sleeve until he sat down beside him, examining their hands. He still had claws, though not nearly as pronounced, and Sammy squashed some other thoughts about that realization as quickly as they came. He flexed his fingers, wincing as a thumb brushed across the tender slice on his palm, and Norman brought it to his lips. Warmth spread across Sammy’s cheeks at the motion, over far too soon as Norman took a deep, deep breath and exhaled, dropping his hand.

Sammy couldn’t help it, he needed to make sure this was real and not some demonic fever dream. His fingertips stopped inches from Norman’s cheek, held in place by a blackened hand as he raised an eyebrow accusingly. Sammy looked at the ground. “Sorry.”

His head snapped back up in surprise as Norman turned his hand and pressed it against his cheek. He closed his eyes, tilting his head into the touch, and Sammy dared to move, to tuck a frazzled wire behind his ear and slowly, slowly map the face he never thought he’d see again.

Norman sat still, eye transfixed on Sammy as his hand wandered his face. This close, he could see that he had a white pupil, glowing brightly and bleeding into the gold of his iris. He flinched as his fingers neared the bridge of his nose, and Sammy paused.

“May I?”

Eye shut tight and jaw tense, he nodded. Sammy slowly brushed aside his bangs, keeping his face carefully neutral.

Norman only had one eye. The socket of his other one was overflowing with wires, spilling down his face and wrapped around his head. Sammy ever so gently brushed over them, tracing their paths down, slipping his hand under them to cup Norman’s jaw. “Thirty years, and you’re still the most handsome damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

Norman cleared his throat harshly. “I could say the same about you.”

Sammy froze. “You can talk?” He never thought he would hear his voice again, no matter how rough it was.

He seemed just as shocked as Sammy, staring into middle distance as he shakily brought a hand up to his mouth, then down to the speaker still nestled in his ribs. Sammy realized the sound had come from it, not his throat. Odd. “I can talk. Sammy! Sammy I can talk!” Black tears welled up in his good eye and he buried his face in Sammy’s shoulder, mumbling. “I can’t believe it.”

Sammy rubbed his back, and noticed that thick cables still wrapped around his torso. Norman stiffened suddenly, and he jerked back. “Did I hurt you?”

“No…” He reached up to his shoulder. “I just realized that it’s gone. The film reel.” He smirked and Sammy’s chest clenched again. “Never thought I would be so glad to have something ripped out of me.” Norman rolled his shoulder several times and sighed happily.

“The speaker is still there, though.” Sammy tapped it, and was mildly gratified when Norman gave a surprised squeak. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Not really. I can feel it but not the same way… how does it fit?

Norman shrugged, clearly done questioning his existence. He wrapped his arms around Sammy and hummed into his ear. “Sammy?”

“Hm?”

“I would-” He coughed again, but it sounded more nervous than anything. “I would like to kiss you.”

All the blood in Sammy’s body rushed to his face in record time. “Uh-”

Norman was smiling sadly at him again, that golden eye seeming to pierce straight through Sammy. There was a hint of self-loathing in his expression- one Sammy knew painfully well, had seen time and time again on everyone who had worked in this damned studio- and that simply wouldn’t do. He cupped his face in his hands, feeling his thumbs smooth over sharp cheekbones, and stared into gold. “Give a man a warning before you drop a bomb like that on him, will ya?”

He tasted like ink, but Sammy didn’t care. He threw everything into the kiss, crushing their mouths together as if the devil himself would drag them apart again. He felt Norman’s hands slide down his back to rest just above his hips and sighed into his mouth.

The door clicked, and both their eyes snapped open. A snigger, the soft flup of clothes being tossed, and then it shut again. Sammy had to pull back to breathe. He stared at Norman, still not entirely sure that had just happened.

Norman grinned back, a dusky flush gracing his cheeks. “Not bad for a first kiss, huh?”

“Hm…” Sammy pretended to think it over, sliding neatly back into his personal space. “I think I need a second one to be sure.”

Challenging The Brave

Title: Challenging The Brave
Character(s) Featured: Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff
Words: 1,570
Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader
Genre: Humor
Rating: G (General)
Author’s Note: Hello my kitties and gentle-cats! I’m back, hooray! Did you guys miss me? So my semester is finally done and now I’m free to work on my stories. Another hooray! I actually got a request after sometime. Technically speaking, requests are close, but I will on occasionally answer some because I’m random that way. So here is the request of 2017! I think. I don’t really remember if I’ve done one for this year. Anonymous asked: Can I Ask for A Bruce Banner x Reader where the reader is extremely calm, like nothing can startle, scare, or make her mad. And because of this Tony and everyone else on the team try to get a reaction, aside from Steve and Bruce, of course. And something goes wrong when Tony tried to scare her and Bruce hulk’s out and Hulk gets protective of the reader who has a secretive smile on her face cause they learn she and Bruce have been secretly dating for a while now??? Plz and thank you!!
Summary: You’ve always been a calm person. Since a young age, you’ve been taught that things lose their power if you don’t let them take over your emotions. You don’t get scared, or get mad so quickly. The team, however, don’t believe that someone could be that reserved. They take it upon themselves to see if they can find a weakness. They just didn’t expect someone big and green to protect you from their idiocy. 

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My Big Scary baby (Jurassic World X reader)

 Requested by: @fandomnationwhore Sorry it took so long! I’ve been super busy! I Hope you like it!

 request: Hi, could you do a jurassic world fic where Rexy (the killer hybrid dinosaur) tries to attack the park again and reader (who raised her kinda like a mom) tell her to go back in her pin and Rexy is scared thinking shes mad at her, just a little angst and fluff please, thank you! :)

Summary: You’ve been with the I.Rex since she was born. Your job, like Owens, was to study her behavioral instincts. When she escapes, your terrified that she won’t remember you, when you have to stop her from killing others.  What happens when she does? 

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The two little Indominus Rex hybrids slowly emerged from their eggs. You watched in amazement in how the scientists were able to modify the hybrids with other Dino DNA. You were one of the Dinosaur researchers. Like Owen Grady. He was just starting to imprint on his raptors. Your job was for the Indominus Rex.

You noticed how one baby hatched much quicker than her sister. The lab was quiet, you and Dr. Wu being the only ones in the lab during the hatching.

“Their claws…” You muttered as you looked at the baby dinosaurs claws.

“It’s how we programmed them,” Dr. Wu stated. “They said bigger, scarier, more teeth.”

“How big will they get?” You asked as you put on gloves to hold one.

“They will both be 50 feet long when fully grown… bigger than the T.Rex.” He smiled.

“I don’t get it, why do we have to make modified hybrids? They’re dinosaurs! Isn’t that enough?” You asked. “If I didn’t work here, I would still come just to see them. No special attractions needed.”

“I agree. Jurassic Park could’ve survived, if we only had fired that computer programmer.” Dr. Wu said.

“This one is having a hard time hatching.” You pointed out as you put on gloves and went to help break away the shell.

“I would help that other one, your the one they have to imprint on. She’s already almost out.” With a nod, you went to the other table and examined the little girl.

She looked almost scared at the new world around her, but her teeth were snarled as a warning. Her giant claws moving to clear any goo from her big blood orange eyes.

You carefully picked her up, she was so tiny. The baby cooed at your touch and snuggled in your hand. Surprised by how she was acting, you looked at Dr. Wu who had the same expression on his face.

“Why is she acting so gentle and not trying to bite my finger off?” You asked as Dr. Wu recorded some notes in his journal.

“You are the first person she has come in contact with. Plus, it’s normal for any living thing to react positive to females, than males. Motherly instinct, I guess.” He concluded.

“Let’s call her Iris.”

—– A Few Months Later——-

Iris was able to walk now. She and her sister were about as tall as your knee. They always play fought. At least that what you thought it was. They would growl and jump on each other, and wrestle.

———-

They were getting big. Fast. Iris and Indy were now the size of a fully grown raptor.

After getting back from a meeting with Owen, Claire, and Mr. Masrani. You went to the paddock to check your daily evaluation for the I. Rex’s. They both have a huge bond with you. Since they are still somewhat young, and they trust you, you sometimes go inside the pen and do the evaluation from there.

As you walked in the pen, it was eerily quite. You suddenly smelled something awful. Walking into the trees and shrubs, you heard crunching?

You saw a small patch of white through the bushes.

“Indy? Iris?” You called as you heard a slight growl.

Peeking over the bushes as you heard fly’s buzzing everywhere. They haven’t been fed yet. Even if they have, it’s nothing that would attract this many fly’s. Getting up the courage to look over the bushes, you hesitantly peeked over and the sight before you horrified you.

There was the Indominus eating her sister. You recognized her as Iris because of her eye color. With a terrified gasp, Iris looked up with her blood covered jaws and walked towards you with some meat in her mouth. She dropped it at your feet and you almost threw up.

“Are you offering this to me?” You asked in bewilderment not really expecting her to a answer, she still gave a grunt that sounded like a ‘yes’.

“I’m sorry about this…” you muttered.

You grabbed your radio and told Claire.

“Claire, Iris ate Indy. Indy is dead. Send ACU to stabilize Iris while we take care of the remains.” You grimaced as you took another look at the corpse.

—– A Few Years Later——

“Hey Claire, did you seal the deal?” You asked as you walked into the control room.

“Yep! Verizon Wireless present the Indominus Rex.” She said as she looked at the security cameras.

“Do they know what Indy looks like?” You asked.

“No, not yet. They do know the base genome is a T. Rex. The exhibit opens in a couple months. The public will find out then.” She smiled as she moved the trash can closer to Lowery with her foot.

Just then, he reached to push a button and knocked his drink into the trash. This made you laugh as he turned around and smiled at you.

“Nice shirt, Lowery.” You said.

“Thanks. 150 bucks on EBay. The mint condition was like $340-”

“It’s distasteful.” Claire cut him off with a scoff.

“I know people died, it was horrible. But that park was legit. They only needed living, breathing dinosaurs. And why Indominus Rex? Why not make cool names ourselves. Pepsisaurus. Tostitodone.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I named her Iris.” You smiled making him laugh.

“Hey, Y/N, Mr. Masrani wants us to ask Owen Grady if he thinks the paddock is safe enough.” Claire called as she started leaving.

“Why not have me inspect the paddock?” You asked as you followed her.

“He wants another expert opinion.” She said as the elevator beeped.

“I’ll go back to the paddock and you go get him.” You said as you hopped on your motorcycle.

————

Claire soon came back with Owen.

“Good to see you again, Owen.” You said as you went up to him.

“Well, well, well. Y/n. My fellow partner.” He laughed as he pulled you in for a hug.

“You two know each other?” Claire said with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah we trained in the Navy together.” You said.

“It’s really nice to see… you….again.” Owen droned off as he looked at the broken and cracked glass.

“Did she try to break the glass?” He asked.

“Yes, we believe she was testing the glass for weak spots.” Claire said as she tapped the glass.

“Where is it?” She said, growing impatient. “Can we get a steer down here?”

“I used to feed her by bringing her her food, but once she got bigger than me, I was a bit intimidated.” You said.

“Has she ever been outside of this thing?” Owen asked.

“We can’t exactly walk it.” She sassed.

“Claire, these are real animals. You can’t keep referring to them as ‘it’.” You said as you crossed your arms.

“It’s not like they can here me.” She sassed with a small smile and playfully rolled her eyes.

“And you feed her with that?” Owen said as he placed his hands on his hips, as he watched the crane drop down a skinned steer.

“Is there a problem?” Claire asked clearly getting annoyed.

“Animals raised in isolation their whole life aren’t always the most functional.”

“Your raptors are born in captivity.” Claire remarked.

“With siblings. They have social skills. And I imprint on them when they are born. As trust. The only positive relationship this dinosaur has is with that crane and hopefully Y/N if she even remembers her.” Owen said.

Suddenly a loud beep was heard from the security cameras as bold red lights came from the computer.

“No thermal heat detected?” The security guard repeated as he pressed a few buttons. “This doesn’t make any sense, these gates haven’t been opened in weeks.” He said as he finished his sandwich.

“Has those claw marks always been there?” Owen asked as he pointed to the claw marks on the wall.

“Oh my god…” Claire gasped slowly. “She has an implant in her back, I can track it from the control room.” She said as she made a dash for the exit.

“Let me show you the inside.” The guard said and lead you and Owen to the paddock door.

As the security guard and who you thought was one of the architects for the wall, led you and Owen in the paddock.

Green trees, shrubs and the eerily quiet sound in the paddock was scary. Owen ran his hands along the marks on the wall.

“You really think she climbed out?” The guard asked.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“What kind of dinosaur they cooked up in that lab.”

Owen turned to you suddenly and grabbed your shoulders.

“Do you know what she’s made of?” Owen asked.

“No. Besides the genome of a T. Rex, they only told me 'Bigger. Scarier. More teeth.” You said.

The security guards radio was making static noises as he tried to answer the call.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

 "It’s in the cage! It’s in there with you!“

“Go! Run!” Owen said as he pushed you in front of him.

Suddenly Iris emerged from the trees and gave out a very threatening roar.

Owen grabbed you again and pulled you behind him as you two started running. Iris latched her long claws one of the guards.

As she chomped down on the man, you let out a terrified scream and the Indominus turned her head to you and let out a roar as she started to chase you and Owen.

The security guard opened the paddock door and you and Owen barely got enough room to squeeze through. The dinosaur used her strength to push open the door.

Owen saw a truck and grabbed your hand as he forced you and him underneath it.

The security guard hid behind a car as he had a terrified look on his face.

Iris lurked behind the car, immediately sensing his heat and smell. He looked at you and Owen and then behind him as he noticed the tail of the dinosaur.

Suddenly Iris knocked the car to the side and glass flied everywhere. She latched her jaws on the man and ate him.

Owen grabbed his knife and cut a wire. Gas spilled out as you both rubbed it down on yourselves.

Iris started to lurk closer and made a low  growl. You started to breath heavily, getting scared as you feared for your life. Owen quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

Iris’ head was now leveled with the truck as she started to growl even more as she smelled the air. When she didn’t smell anything unfamiliar, she got up and gave out a loud roar, while you whimpered under Owens hand.

She started to walk away, but you had a different idea. You struggled under Owens grip until he finally let you go and you stood out from under the truck.

“Iris!” You yelled in a shaky voice.

The dinosaur stopped in her tracks and looked back at you before slowly walking towards you.

“Get back in your cage.” You said sternly.

She turned her head in a confused tone and stepped closer to you.

You pointed to the cage.

“Go.”

She growled as a threat.

“C'mon Iris. .” You said as she got close enough so you could put your hand on her head. She smelled you as she started to recognize your sent.

“C'mon Iris. Go back in your cage…NOW!” You said.

Iris made a sad sound and refused to move from her spot.

“Iris! Move Now!” You yelled. She somehow with her blood orange eyes, made them look like puppydog eyes.

“I’m not mad at you.” You said as you petted her skin.

No, you were terrified. She just ate two people with no remorse. You could still see the blood on her teeth. But you weren’t mad. Its a dinosaurs natural instinct.

“I love you…” You hugged her snout and she cooed at your touch.

She pulled away and started to walk away towards her cage.

Owen climbed out of the truck and went over to you.

“Y/N?” He asked. Your body remained frozen as you gave the 1,000 yard stare.

“Look at me. Your okay. Your not dead.” He said, while he put his hands on your shoulders to comfort you.

“I just told a fucking dinosaur to go back in her cage. She listened. I thought she would kill me.” You breathed.

“It’s over. Look at her.” He pointed to Iris who was curled up, sleeping.

“Aww…” You walked up to her sleeping figure and suddenly her tail moved and brought you closer to her.

You fell down and she curled up again with her tail protectively wrapped around you.

—————

 Jurassic World was still running and better than ever.

They transported Iris to her own paddock, now that it was ready.

You still visited her everyday, trying to keep up with your research. She got closer to you, now that she recognized who you were.

Blue had all her sisters.

Claire got back together with Owen.

Her nephews got closer to each other.

Jurassic world started a new feeding habit. Where they would let animals into the paddock, while the dinosaurs used their natural instincts to hunt.

“You sure this is a good idea?” You asked Owen as his raptors went into Iris’ paddock.

“Don’t worry. We have precautions in case this goes wrong.” He smiled.

Okay! Let 'me in!“ You shouted as the raptors entered the paddock while Iris was camouflaging.

"It’s okay girl!” You comforted as she came out of hiding and started to communicate with the raptors.

“Holy shit. She’s part raptor.” Owen gave a small laugh.

“Are we ready to introduce her to the T. Rex?”

PHOBOPHOBIA

THE FEAR OF FEAR

PREVIOUSLY

MNEMOPHOBIA: THE FEAR OF MEMORIES

NEXT

CONQUERED: AN EPILOGUE


Originally posted by love-buckybarnes


Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~1450

Summary: Bucky’s POV; It’s been nearly thirty years since you were separated from the man you called Зима, Zima, Winter. He was made to forget you, and he never knew why. What had the two of you done wrong? Now that he’s found you again… well…

Warnings: Angst and… fluff?

A/N: So it’s just the epilogue left. I’m actually kind of sad to see this series come to a close. The response to it really brought a lot confidence back to me in terms of my writing, and I can’t wait to see what happens when inspiration hits again. Thank you all for your love and support throughout this literary journey. It means the world.


The lights struggle to flicker on as we walk into the room. Metal, broken and bent, shattered glass and cracked stone litter the floor; we’re surrounded by the remnants of a battle once fought between friends.

Steve and I share a glance. Natasha stands just a step ahead of us, her eyes on (Y/N)’s back as she walks further into the room. We all watch her in silence, either too afraid to speak or simply unsure of what to say.

(Y/N)’s footsteps come to a halt as she turns to look at something to her right. I can only see the side of her face, but I can see the pain and anger that contorts her features.

“How does one piece of machinery ruin so many lives?”

I approach her slowly, putting my hand to the small of her back as I follow her gaze with my own. Somehow, through all the chaos and destruction, that chair is still standing.

“You can’t blame the machine.” I mutter, “It was people who built it.”

She hums in response, “I have that serum in my blood.”

“We’ve never tested it, but does that mean I’m as strong as you?”

“Maybe not as strong but at the very least, stronger than your average human. Why?”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she steps off the small platform and moves to stand at the side of the chair. She takes one side of the head piece in her hand, bending the metal down until it snaps off; frayed wires spill from the end of it. She smiles down at it for a moment before throwing across the room. The sound of it hitting a wall and then the floor widens her smile.

“Why did that feel so good?”

There’s amusement in Natasha’s voice when she speaks, “You got to destroy a piece of the very thing that tore the two of you apart.”

When (Y/N) goes for the other side, I stop her. I take the other half on the head piece in my metal hand and easily tear it free from the rest of the chair. Instead of throwing it like she did, I crush it in my palm, the remnants of it falling to the floor. She smiles over at me before turning to step back up onto the main floor and continuing her exploration.

She makes her way around the rubble, toward a door off to the left. I recognize that door. It leads to a hallway with several more doors lining it. One of them is the training room where I trained her, the room where she first told me she loved me.

She stands in the open doorway, staring down at the threshold.

“(Y/N)?”

“Everything went wrong right here.” She whispers. “I told you I loved you right here, and it ruined everything.”

“What are you talking about?”

She turns to face me, her expression solemn, “I never told you what happened after they pulled me away from you that day.”

“We don’t have to talk about this right now.”

“It’s important.”

I nod my head, taking her hands in an attempt to give her some kind of comfort. “Go ahead.”

“Karpov took me to another room. He told me that love was not an option; I was not allowed to show you love. He said that your ability to return my feelings meant that you were a failed experiment. Then he said I needed to be taught a lesson, punished for compromising his weapon.”

“What did he do to you?”

She chews her bottom lip, shifting on her feet as she looks into my eyes, “Electroshock.” She casts her gaze down again, “Maybe if I had done what he asked and kept my feelings to myself after that, we might have been okay, but I only pushed harder.”

I hook my finger beneath her chin, raising her gaze back to mine, “There is nothing in this world that will make me regret anything that happened between us. Yes, we were pulled apart. Yes, I was made to forget you. You have to remember, Kitten, without all of that, we wouldn’t be here right now, together and free.”

She smiles, reaching her arms up and wrapping them around my neck. I hold her tight to me, burying my face in her neck and gently breathing her in. We stand there like that, surrounded by the dark memories of a place that was meant to break us.

“I think I’m ready to leave this place.” She mumbles, loosening her embrace.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

She begins to completely release me but pauses, stepping up on her toes to kiss me. The touch of her lips against mine only lasts for a brief moment, but it’s not a feeling I’m liable to forget.

She takes my hand, guiding me back to where Natasha and Steve wait for us.

“Ready?” Natasha asks, her back straightening upon our approach; she smiles, “We’ve got one more stop to make.”

This is where they kept her. This is where they hid her from me while she slept. This is where, a little over six months ago, I found her again.

“Is she alive?” Steve shouts, his shield flying through the air and back to his hand.

“I think so!” I reply, frantically searching for a way to open the chamber she’s trapped in. “I don’t know how to open this thing.”

“Move!” Natasha commands, “Go help Rogers. I’ll get her out.”

I try to keep my focus on the battle at hand, but my mind keeps drifting back to her face. Two final shots into a HYDRA agent, and it’s over. They’re all either dead or captured. I run back to Natasha, back to (Y/N).

“It’s starting to heating process now. It should only take a few minutes.

The chamber slowly open, a warm, white fog billowing out from around her body.

Her body is stiff for only a moment longer. Then her head lolls to the side. Her eyes are still closed, her chest barely moving as her lungs try to take in air. I reach out to touch her, to free her from her binds, but Steve stops me.

“Buck, wait.”

“I’ll explain everything later. For now, just help me.”

“I’m not going to leave her up there. So you can either help me or get the hell out of my way.”

He sighs in defeat, nodding and moving to stand at her other side. I pull the restraint around her legs free first. He gets the one across her waist. Finally, I release the one at her shoulders and her body falls into his arms. I take her from him as gently as I can, her head resting against my shoulder.

“I thought she was dead.” I mutter, looking down at her sleeping face.

“We should get out of here.” Natasha says, her eyes still focused on the computer screen, “She needs a hospital.”

Back on the jet, I sit at her side, watching her and hoping her eyes will open soon. Eventually, Bruce sits at my side, a tablet in his hands.

“I don’t understand.” I whisper. “It never took me this long to wake up.”

“She’s been asleep since ’91. Her body is weak and currently doing its best to recover. Once we get her to a hospital, get some proper testing done, we’ll know more. For now, just be happy that she’s alive.”

A gentle touch. “Bucky?” The sweetest voice. “Are you okay?” The brightest eyes. The kindest smile.

“Yeah,” I nod, covering her hand where it still rests on my shoulder with my own, “just thinking.”

“About what?”

I look at the chamber that once held her body, now covered in dust and barely functioning, “The day we found you.” I look back at her, “I was so afraid you were never going to wake up.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of now. This place, Siberia, they don’t matter anymore.”

“How is it that you’re the brave one now?”

“Maybe I was never really afraid of facing all of this.” She half smiles, shrugging, “Maybe I was afraid of being afraid. I was afraid of what that fear would mean for me. I couldn’t let Dr. Kennedy be right. I needed to prove to him, to myself, to everyone, that I was above the fears he tried to keep me prisoner to.” She turns her hand under mine and laces her fingers with mine, “It’s over now.” She smiles, “We can go home.”


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Jesse - Hurt

You’re pretty damn good at keeping a lid on your (possibly illegal) feelings - that is, until the object of said feelings kisses you passionately. On a dare. Your first-ever kiss that you were saving was stolen by a dare. He’s gonna pay.

Warnings: Minor violence, swearing, slight angst


Wordcount: 2003

Notes: As a human with eyes, I feel the need to yell in frustration every time something as simple as a misunderstanding causes Drama. As a writer, however, misunderstandings are absolutely delightful to me.

There is no way in the nine Corellian hells that this is allowed. It might even be illegal. Who knows?

Well, probably the Kaminoans and the Coruscant lawyers. And the Jedi, and -

Okay, so lots of people might know. Are you one of them? Nope. No, you are definitely not.

Get a grip, Y/N, you think sourly, kneeling down to open the wall panel and trying to ignore the light-hearted laughter from across the barracks. That’s just an excuse and you know it. If you were brave enough to say anything to Jesse, laws wouldn’t stop you.

As the mess of wires spills out of the wall, waiting for your attention, your eyes wander away from your work to the troopers who’ve been lounging off duty for the past half hour. There are only a few. And you know all their names by now. There’s the two ARC troopers, Fives and Echo. And the medic, Kix, who’s currently leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed behind his head.

Then there’s Hardcase, who is hanging upside down from one of the bunks by his legs and laughing loudly every time he pretends to fall and makes one of his brothers swear. You smile and roll your eyes. What a dork.

And the only other one laughing? Jesse.

Jesse, damn him, who is so kriffing perfect and stupidly hot and - ugh. Okay. You are going to get nothing done if you keep grumbling about this unwanted crush of yours. So you like the guy. Big deal. Tell him or let it pass.

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Description

She wasn’t someone
Who was easily described
But rather
She was a collection of leftover words
From some poem she heard
Many years ago
Maybe she wrote it
She couldn’t be sure
But she was always
Carried away
By the wind
And romantic haziness
Clouding her judgement
Just a dash of harsh reality
Blurring her vision
Carried
Carried
Carried away
Drifting on the breeze
And the moments of life
That she couldn’t write down
Or remember in all their glory
Like the impossibility
Of describing how good it feels
To have the windows open
On an early summer day
When the sun is shining
And the air is perfect
Some things couldn’t be described
And maybe
She was just
One of those things.

Original Work: KH 2/24/15

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Gif source:  Matt

Imagine not knowing Matt the Radar Technician is Kylo Ren.

——— Request for anon ———

“Go on and take your break,” you smile at the woman who was shouting at the new guy, and she gratefully nods as you say, “I’ll take over for you.”

“Keep an eye on butterfingers over there,” she purses her lips, not impressed with the clueless Radar Technician. You give a nod and go towards him, a smile on your face as you crouch beside him, where he was crossing the wrong wires like he hadn’t seen a circuit board in all his life. Must be the nervousness of his first day getting to him, you supposed.

“Here,” you offer, taking the wire gently from him to place it in the right orientation, “this one goes here, and this one here. The rest are just a repeating pattern of this, since it’s only one section that needed replacing.”

The blonde looks towards you curiously, “You are the first person to offer to help me.”

You chuckle, brushing away the hair that had fallen in your face when you crouched, “Well, my first day went horribly, too. I kept spilling things and mismatching wires, but to top it all off, I accidentally bumped into the Kylo Ren. I mean, I had heard the stories even then, but I just knew I was going to be fired or worse, but he just shrugged it off and kept walking like I hadn’t even bumped into him. I suppose he was busy or something. Too busy to shish kabob me on that lightsaber of his, thank goodness! Way to make a good first impression, am I right?”

Your humor looking back at the incident makes Matt smile, “He probably doesn’t even remember it.”

Creepypasta #917: In The Basement

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Length: Short

Where am I? That’s always the first question.

I tell them: 1822 Westly Avenue. In the basement — although that part they could figure out on their own. It’s dark. A single bulb dangling by a wire spills a little light on damp floorboards. The stairs are well out of reach, given the leg clamps, but the door at the top is double bolted all the same. The walls are exposed brick, bare except for the thick metal rings binding us to them.

What happened?

I can’t know for sure, but I have a pretty good idea. I say: you were kidnapped — that’s one thing I know with certainty — by one Mary Smith, housewife of 52. She brought you down here while you were unconscious from the ether. She caught you alone somewhere. And now you’re all clamped up, just like me.

Why? What’s going to happen to me?

This one I do know. I’ve had to break this news countless times over the years — I find its best to just let them know, straight up. It makes them a little frantic, sure, but I prefer not to lie. Weighs easier on my conscience that way.

I say: you’re here for a couple of reasons. The first is that my mother still thinks she can change me. She thinks that having me speak to you like this — as I have for all the others that have come before you — might change the way I am. After all these years, she still doesn’t understand that it’s not a choice for me. Nobody would choose to live this way.

The second is that for all my flaws, my mother loves me dearly. She knows what I crave. And she knows I need to have it fresh.

Credits to: ParaphysRevLett