starting platform

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when you are a water sign ♋ but you are afraid of water 😆

literally every single justification I’ve seen for this scandal has been complete bullshit 

  1. he said it on live broadcast what if a kid has seen it!
    1. no he didnt this was on vixxtv and was uploaded by the company to vixxs youtube channel anyone who saw it would have actively seeked it out 
  2. hes supposed to be a good role model!
    1. he is. jaehwan works so hard, hes extremely kind, he loves his family, friends and fans, hes constantly sacrificing his own comfort for better performances does swearing suddenly make him a bad person?
  3. hes negatively influencing kids!
    1. honestly what kind of idiot parent thinks vixxs content is appropriate for their middle school age kid vixx has released multiple songs about sex and even had a bdsm themed comeback they are clearly catering to older teens and women not middle school kids if your kid is 12 and watching vixxs content thats on you for not paying more attention to what kind of media your child consumes
  4. idols shouldn’t swear!
    1. zico, bobby, jimin, mino, jooheon, le, lim kim, narsha, gain, b.i, RAVI, honestly are we really gonna pretend like idols swearing is unheard of?
  5. he shouldnt behave like that on broadcast!
    1. vixxtv is not a broadcast. its not like this was being filmed by mbc and he wrote that. this is their own broadcast that was literally started as a platform for vixx to be honest and open with their fans
  6. this is sudden and unexpected!
    1. if youve been a fan of vixx for more than 0.5 of a second you would know that jaehwan is notorious for having a bit of a potty mouth
  7. it was rude to ravi!
    1. ive called friends who ive known for a few months ‘fucking bitch” in a joking way multiple times before wonshik and jaehwan have known each other for years i highly doubt wonshik took any offense
  8. its inappropriate to curse!
    1. lee jaehwan is 25. hes an adult, he has ever right to curse. shut up
  9. i dont like cursing!
    1. good for you go suck a bar of soap you self righteous bitch you can dislike cursing but that doesnt excuse you from attacking someone for cursing
  10. he shouldnt even be saying those words!
    1. i am immediately assuming that you have never said a single bad word in your entire life you must be perfect
FUTURE HEARTS | PT.1 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst, punk!jungkook

word Count: 14,241

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. 

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”

cr.


The icy breeze whipped across your face as you started your approach towards the building. The speed of your heart was increasing with every step, your legs began to weigh you down like lead, and your breathing became harsh and ragged. Nerves were infecting your body, intensifying as you finally reached the automatic doors. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before finally stepping forward. The doors opened for you, and the bustling Busan train station was revealed.

Noises echoed in every direction, you watched as people quickly rushed towards their trains, and you suddenly figured that you should do the same. You shook away your wonder as you started to go through bag check, but your eyes still managed to drift around the building that you remembered all too well.

It was quieter back then, or maybe it wasn’t. You might’ve just been so numbed by all of the pain you were feeling that you couldn’t sense anything else. Your eyes glided across the path that had been etched into your mind for the past year and a half.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I love you so much. I really fucking do.”

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all y’all usamericans who read the tizon piece entitled “my family’s slave” recently published in the atlantic. ur allowed to react but u r NOT ALLOWED to tell filipinos how to react, or to push ur own cultural narrative onto our narrative or onto our reactions.

Thanks, Obama

Originally posted by imstilljulie

When President Obama was inaugurated (the first time), Twitter wasn’t quite three years old. Facebook had only been open to the general public for two and a half years, and Tumblr had just celebrated its second birthday.

In a self-described effort to become “the most open and accessible administration in history,” the @whitehouse started to use these platforms to talk directly to their constituents. And Tumblr got to be a big part of that. Over the last eight years, the Obama administration launched more than 20 different Tumblrs for different departments, agencies, and outreach programs. Here are some heavy hitters:

Official Government Tumblrs

The White House (@whitehouse)

Originally posted by whitehouse

Most notably, The White House’s official Tumblr, which launched on April 25, 2013. For almost 4 years, it has been their informational hub for current political events and activations. In keeping with the Tumblr tone, their very first post promised that “yes, of course there will be GIFs.” And yes, there were. We could not have been more excited or proud.

NASA (@nasa)

Originally posted by nasa

NASA launched nearly two years later. They’ve spent 59 years exploring the universe and dropped the most amazing information and visuals right to your dashboard. They also knew how to use GIFs. It’s not rocket science.

The U.S. Department of State (@statedept)

Originally posted by statedept

The DOS was actually one of the first official government Tumblrs, quietly launching in April of 2011. With a more serious tone, they kept their followers up to date with the world of foreign policy. And yes, they even had GIFs for that. We cannot stress just how good this administration was with GIFs, Tumblr. Much better than Taft’s.

Letters to President Obama (@letterstopresidentobama)

Originally posted by letterstopresidentobama

Typed and handwritten letters to POTUS scanned, uploaded, and answered by the President himself. There are thank yous to and from President Obama, there are people disclosing their fear for the future and hope for their community, there are tears in your eyes within the first five minutes of visiting this Tumblr.

The Department of Interior (@americasgreatoutdoors)

Originally posted by americasgreatoutdoors

Maybe not the most well-known department, but the DOI has the most beautiful photos of any official government blog on Tumblr. This will remain true unless Joe Biden releases a Tumblr full of selfies within the next three days.

There was also the US Fish and Wildlife Service-Pacific Region (@usfwspacific), the National Archives (@usnatarchives) , the IRS (@internalrevenueservice), the Peace Corps (@peacecorps), and so, so much more.


Top Posts from the Community

This scientific trinity received over half a million notes. Say hello to these buddies:

Originally posted by u-gotta-kik

And these uh, unverified photos of President Obama making the new $100 bill in MS Paint garnered over 650k likes, reblogs, and replies.

Originally posted by antiocial

You want to click through to see the rest. 

This one is particularly timely. With over 300,000 notes, user @cognitivedissonance thanked Obama for ACA. Without it, they would not have been able to receive treatment for bronchitis.

Originally posted by cognitivedissonance

Mic (@micdotcom) posted a GIF set of a girl who sort of represented all of our feelings about President Obama not being able to run for a third term. 

Originally posted by micdotcom

Neither are we, kiddo.

One more time, while we still can: Thanks, Obama.

anonymous asked:

Ally, I just created a twitter account recently and I want to make it BTS centric and post my BTS fanart on it! Do you have any tips on how to get noticed? Thanks so much! <3

twitter is a platform that requires a lot of interacting and making connections so make sure to befriend many people and content creators with similar interests to have how to say….a social circle?

of course, don’t do it with an intention of using them to get your art out there, but it’s really really hard if you solely rely on your new account and key words in your tweet when it doesn’t have a tag system like tumblr for people to discover you!

Imagine Betty introducing Jughead to social media

-Because of course he’s been protesting social media
-It’s beneath him
-“For the less evolved” he claims
-But Betty thinks it will be good for him
-She’s too afraid to introduce his dark sass to twitter so she settles for instagram
-Because how rude can he be with pictures?
-At first he literally never posts
-But slowly he starts to use the platform
-All his posts are super aesthetically pleasing
-(A dark aesthetic, of course)
-There’s literally never faces
-Just landscapes and silhouettes and captions consisting of quotes from obscure dead authors
-(And the occasionaly artsy photograph of his meal at Pop’s)
-Slowly but surely Jughead gets suuuper into his photography
-He follows more photography accounts than personal ones
-He gains an small but commited following
-Suddenly Betty is being forced to model for him
-Everywhere they go is an opportunity for a new picture
-He forces her down alleys
-And into the woods
-And basically anywhere that has the potential to look dark and brooding
-Jughead is very particular when taking photos
-No, Betty turn to your left
-Don’t look at the camera
-Cover your face with your hands
-Sit down over there
-No, not there - there

-Betty gets a little fed up
-And sometimes she doesn’t want to pose
-But everytime Jughead takes a photos he furrows his brow and bites his lip in concentration in such a way that she just can’t be mad
-And he really seems to love it
-So she let’s him take as many photos as he wants
-So long as he keeps claiming her as his muse, she’ll allow it

WE’RE BACK!

Dear Xingmi, Xback, and all fans of Yixing,

As you may have known, FY-ZYIXING suffered some technical difficulties when our blog was deleted along with the main blog of one of our admins. We have contacted Tumblr, but they yet to get back to us, so we have decided to start anew on this platform, DAILYIXING! 

We apologize for the lost content from the past 2-3 weeks, and regret to inform you that we will not be covering what we missed in that time period. In order to keep up with the amount of content that Yixing fansites produce every day, we have decided to continue with our posting starting from Yixing’s next event onwards. We will still, of course, continue posting content from previous events, but the event index will take a while to build back up. To clarify, we will still be following our original policy of posting pictures of all events from March 2016 onwards. We value your patience as we bring DAILYIXING back to its full force.

We’d also like to welcome a new admin, Little Secretary T! She was one of our most hardworking and dedicated mods, and we made a unanimous decision to promote her to admin status!

Lastly, because FY-ZYIXING went down, we weren’t able to celebrate our one year anniversary. The admins at the new DAILYIXING would like to thank you so, so much for the support this past year and we promise to continue bringing you all the recognition Yixing deserves! We’re excited to be back and spreading the Yixing love. Please support us on this new blog!

- Little Secretaries A, C, D, M, T

aqours and their typing styles
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Ruby:</b> all lower case, uses fancy copy+paste emojis and lots of exclamation points, sometimes shortens words (very = v, pretty = p, really = rlly etc)<p/><b>Hanamaru:</b> ddsnt ydnetrtsand how kkeybross wllrok???? Whhhataa axtexrg<p/><b>Yoshiko:</b> TYPES IN ALL CAPS, UNIRONICALLY USES XD, CX, X3 AND THE LIKE<p/><b>Chika:</b> all lwr case dsnt use vwls if the wrd is over four lttrs also whts pncttn<p/><b>You:</b> Thhe griyp chat usualkky blows up wjile she's on ar un so she has a feww typos but nnot as maany as marru<p/><b></b> Also she's the most sincere person ever through text!!! sarcaaasm????? Herre??????<p/><b>Riko:</b> She's really very polite and reserved, using correct grammar and is generally very pleasant to talk to! UUUNNJKESZ TYOY EMBVARAADX HWER<p/><b>Mari:</b> constantly just spams the chat with pictures of meme frogs, no text. hanamaru genuinely thinks she's drawn them herself and always congratulates mari on being famous when she comes across the frogs on other platforms. it started as a bet but now everyone just feels too bad to tell her.<p/><b>Dia:</b> HOW DARE YOU INSULT AYASE ELI, MY WIFE, MY EVERYTHING, THE BEST GIRL,,,,,<p/><b></b> Unless she's talking to ruby, when she reverts to her formal way of typing.<p/><b>Kanan: </b> <p/>just.. dolphins, man. all lower case. short sentences. never replies to messages. just says some really profound stuff, man.</p><p/></p>
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When I first saw the headline last night, I thought CNN took a radical stand and actually grew a backbone and started to rightfully #resist this fascist administration.

But unfortunately ONCE AGAIN, the Trump admin has been allowed to call the shots and spins reality.

Either way, news organizations need to look at this as a sign: stop giving platforms to the fascist agenda of the trump administration. Start giving platforms to those organizing the resistance.

News organizations: start to normalize the narrative that the Trump admin IS NOT NORMAL.

put-it-in-the-traash  asked:

Not serious q: Does pineapple belong on pizza? Serious q: What's a good platform to start writing on?

Honestly I don’t really have an answer for the second question, but I take the first one very seriously, because pineapple belongs EVERYWHERE. 

However, I will tell you that I am maybe not the best person to ask about this as I’m a founding member of the Pineapple Gut Awareness Society which is actually just a group of my friends where when one of us starts eating a whole pineapple, we’re supposed to text the group and then everyone is like STOP EATING THE PINEAPPLE but we never listen to each other and then our tummies hurt. 

If you, too, suffer from pineapple gut because of an inability to just fucking stop eating pineapple, here’s a helpful graphic:

Good Gracious, Ass is Bodacious: Mickey x Ian

Word Count: 2164

Warnings: Smut, Vulgar Language 

“Another day, another dollar.” 

That’s what they said, right? Mickey wasn’t really sure anymore. At this point, money was money, it didn’t really matter how he got it. He had a kid at home, a wife, and a sister to provide for while his shitty father was off getting arrested for the twentieth time. Mickey wondered when they were going to finally just keep him in the god damn place. It’s not like Terry ever did anything for them. And his brothers could take care of themselves. Hell, Mandy could take care of herself, Mickey just didn’t want her running off and becoming a prostitute or a stripper, or anything to that degree.

It was pretty funny, now that he thought about it. The fact that he didn’t want Mandy to become a stripper, and yet, here he was. Standing outside of Fairy Tale, local gay bar/strip club/whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. First day of his new job, but he heard it was going to pay well. He had the tattoos and the rugged looks that would bring around some of the old men that were into the ‘bad boys’. If they only knew how bad Mickey actually was.

Mickey gave himself another moment to breathe, before stepping through the doors. Some strange techno music was pulsing through the club, vibrating in his chest. He already didn’t like this. The floor felt sticky under his shoes, and the room smelled heavily of booze, sweat, and cologne. 

Without stopping to greet any of his coworkers - most he’d met the day before while ‘training’ - Mickey headed into the back to change into his ‘uniform’ and put that gloopy shit on his eyes. God he hated the eyeliner more than the piece of fabric this place called a uniform. He would walk around fucking naked if it meant he didn’t have to clog his eyes up with that black shit.

So, with the uniform on, and the eyeliner in place - “You’ve gotta smudge the edges, sweetheart.” “Who the fuck you callin’ sweetheart?” - Mickey walked out onto the floor for his first shift. For a little while, he was supposed to just get comfortable with the atmosphere, dance - more like hump the fucking air - on a platform, and then later he was supposed to start giving lap dances. Mickey wasn’t sure how comfortable he was going to be with all of this, but he was a Milkovich. Milkovich’s could get through anything.

Mickey walked around for just a little bit, side stepping anyone who came too close to him. He wasn’t ready to act super flirty towards some saggy old man. From across the room, he could do it. He kept a smolder on his face, trying to stay ‘in character’ as they liked to call it. Finally, deciding it was now or never, Mickey stepped onto a vacant platform and started rolling his hips to the beat of the music, arms behind his head. Hips still rolling, he began to slide his hands sensually down his body. He kept his eyes to the edge of the platform, not wanting to really make eye contact with anyone. This whole thing didn’t feel like him. He was not this person. He was supposed to be confident, cocky, an asshole. But here he was, about to act like someone’s bitch for the next few hours.

He did get quite a few tips once he loosened up. The key was making eye contact. And practically humping their faces when they walked over. He didn’t like the way their fingers felt in the waistband of his uniform, but he was starting to get desensitized to it. Maybe he could do this. After about another hour of dancing on the platform, Mickey’s eye caught on someone. Someone who wasn’t old, and saggy, and was actually really, really attractive. But, Mickey had always liked red heads, he couldn’t deny that.

And then he realized who it was.

Ian fucking Gallagher.

His sister’s boyfriend was traipsing through the crowd, eyes locked on Mickey. Mickey would have run, hid, but it was too late. Ian had seen him. Mickey ran a hand over his face, and turned in the opposite direction to continue gyrating his hips, hoping Ian would just walk right past him. His heart was in his throat at this point, and he didn’t really know what to do.

A finger hooked in the back of his uniform, and he felt the money being slid in. Mickey cautiously turned around, only to see that the owner was the very person he didn’t want over here.

“You do lap dances? I got money.”

Mickey could barely hear his voice over the music. But, he gave a dreadful nod. They weren’t supposed to deny anyone dances, and if someone found out he had on his first day, he could very well get fired. So, he took Ian’s hand and lead him over to the seating area.

“It’s twenty for a song.” Mickey told him, as he sat the male down.

Ian dug out his money, and handed it over. Mickey lifted his waistband away from his skin, to let the boy slide the money in, fingers brushing against Mickey’s side. Goosebumps ran over Mickey’s skin, and for the first time that night, he didn’t mind being touched.

With the next song starting, Mickey straddled Ian’s waist and began grinding, humping, really anything. He wanted to get this over with. Sure, Mickey had always been attracted to the red head, but Ian had started dating his sister. He wasn’t about to steal his sister’s boyfriend… especially when he had a wife himself. Not that he cared much for her. The one night stand had spurred everything into place, it was no one’s fault but his own.

He was trying to not focus on the feeling of Ian’s now very obvious erection pressing against him. Trying to ignore the soft moans that fell from the man’s mouth. Ignoring the way his hands ghosted against his sides. Ignoring the fact that two songs had passed, now three.

With heavy breathing, Mickey slid out of Ian’s lap, and brushed his fingers through his sweaty hair. “Gotta pay for the extra two.” He tell’s him, pulling the waistband away from his sweaty skin. Damn he’d just had a work out.

Ian didn’t say anything, just forked up the cash. His fingers purposefully brushed Mickey’s skin this time, and Mickey could definitely tell. Ian leans forward, lips brushing against Mickey’s ear. “Let’s go to the bathroom…see if we can work out another price.” His breath was hot against Mickey’s skin, and he was compelled to follow the man wherever he went.

“Okay.” Mickey breathed, taking a hold of Ian’s hand again. He lead the taller male into the seedy bathroom. Who knew what kind of diseases were slopped on these walls. The thought didn’t deter him, as he lead Ian into the only free stall. It seemed a lot of men were getting it on in there. That didn’t deter Mickey either. Of course, he would have preferred to just be able to hear Ian, but knowing that there were others around to hear them kind of turned him on even more.

“Two hun-” Mickey cut Ian off with a kiss. He didn’t give a shit about the money anymore. This was about them. The unspoken sexual tension that always arrived when the redhead came over. This was about getting the man to fuck him, the way he fucked his sister. Yeah, Mickey was no stranger Mandy’s ‘attempt-to-be-quiet’ moans. It was like a daily thing now, and Mickey just had to listen while they fucked, and he took care of a kid. So many days had Mickey wished to be the one Ian was pushing around and fucking hard. Today was finally that day.

Their tongues tangled feverishly, Ian’s hands traveling down Mickey’s back until they cupped his ass, eliciting a soft noise from the other’s lips. Mickey’s hands were pulling through Ian’s hair, trying to memorize the way it felt between his fingers. He was suddenly being lifted, and pressed against the stall wall. Mickey’s legs wrapped tightly around Ian’s waist, as the other grinded him into the hard plastic covering.

“Just fuckin’ fuck me, already.” Mickey huffed. He was tired of all of this grinding and shit. They’d been going at it for at least fifteen minutes now, including the lap dances from earlier. Mickey didn’t think either one of them could get any harder

Ian shifted, letting Mickey drop to the floor on his feet. Mickey’s hands went to slide off his tight uniform, while Ian’s worked at his own pants. Before he knew it, he was lifted back up. He clung to Ian tightly, while the other rolled on a condom. In seconds, Mickey’s back was flush against the wall, and a cock larger than he had imagined was pressing into him. He rested his head against the wall, his eyes squeezing shut, as groans fell from his mouth. The stretch was not his favorite thing. ‘Course, Mickey did have toys, so this wasn’t the first time something was going in his ass, but Ian’s dick was a lot bigger than he had anticipated.

Not to mention, the lube on the condom was definitely not enough.

All trivial things, as Ian bottomed out, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Mickey, as the boys cock pressed against his prostate. He was thankful that Ian was being nice enough to let him adjust to the stretch. He wondered how obvious it was, but all thoughts left him as Ian began thrusting.

Mickey tightened his legs around Ian’s waist, his bottom lip tight between his teeth as the stings of pain vanished from his body. It all felt fucking amazing, now. The tip of his own cock was brushing against Ian’s abs with every thrust, and fuck did it feel good.

“This ain’t no kiddie show, Red. Harder.” Mickey demanded. If he had any control in the situation, he’d be moving himself to grab more depth and speed, but he didn’t. He was stuck in between a wall and rock hard abs, not that he minded.

It seemed that Ian answered his prayers, because with a little chuckle into his ear, the red head began pounding into him at a faster pace, his hips shifting to thrust harder into Mickey’s sweet spot. This had the noriet in bliss, feeling that he really couldn’t be stimulated any more. Moans flowed past Mickey’s lips, he was unable to hold them in.

His orgasm had hit him hard, unexpected. Ribbons of cum coated Ian’s shirt, and for a moment Mickey felt bad, but then he didn’t. He was almost embarrassed for coming undone so soon, he felt like he was a virgin, with a quick shot. If his face wasn’t already red from the exertion, it definitely would be now.

Even though Mickey was finished, Ian kept pounding into him. Mickey’s body was slowly curling into itself, his hands gripping tightly at the back of Ian’s neck as his prostate was over stimulated. It felt good, but it was also a really fucking strange feeling. Mickey leaned forward, and pressed his face into the red head’s neck, breathing through the static shocks that shot up his spine with every thrust.

Before he knew it, Ian’s thrusts were becoming erratic, hips stuttering as he hit his crest. Mickey could feel Ian’s cock twitching, as he pumped his seed into the condom. After a moment of catching his breath, Ian let Mickey down, yet held a steadying hand on the male’s waist. Mickey hadn’t realized how off-kilter he was going to feel, but he took it in stride, leaning against the stall wall he had just been pressed up against.

There was a sort of silence between the two, as they cleaned themselves up, and righted clothes…if you could call Mickey’s uniform ‘clothes’. Not to mention, most of his money from the night had landed on the floor, so he had to go about tucking it all back in. It wasn’t much of a problem, but he was probably missing some of it by now.

“Two hundred enough?” Ian broke the silence between them.

Mickey shrugged, holding a hand out for the money.

Ian pushed Mickey’s hand away, and stepped towards him, fingers hooking in his waistband. He slid the money in, before dipping down to kiss Mickey. Their tongues tangled, teeth clashed. It was raw, unbearing, and definitely not meant to be seen by anyone. When they finally pulled away  from each other, Ian stood straight, radiating confidence.

“Where’d all the money come from?” Mickey asked the taller male.

“Job.” Ian shrugged, before moving around Mickey to open the stall door.

“Since when do you have a fuckin’ job?” Mickey huffs, as he follows Ian out.

“Since I got one…Don’t tell Mandy about this.”

“I won’t, if you won’t.”

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Finished doodling some doodles of my characters (at least enitial designs) for a new comic idea - still untitled! It’s super hard to come up with a good comic title, or title in general. Euuuuuuu. I’m super excited to get balls deep into this comic, though. I wanna set it in the mid to late 90′s, take inspiration from a lot of movies like The Craft, Scream, Heathers, Donnie Darko and a cheeky hint of Mean Girls and Kick Ass. It’s going to be kind of a mystery-horror, but mainly aiming for melancholic teenage years type of vibe with some disturbing elements. I dunno, it’s still cooking in the oven. Planning on getting it printed, and being a full on Graphic Novel, have a kickstarter, a following.. Might start a Youtube later in the year to start a platform and help promote it. 

Thorns (Part 1)

Eric X Rose

Part 2, part 3, Part 4

***Masterlist***



Cheers and screams fill the air as another Erudite girl lets her blood drip into the water. My breathing hitches as I wipe my sweaty palms on my brown pants. As the girl takes her seat with her family, my name is called.

“Rose Kane.” Blood pounds in my ears as my shaky legs carry me to the hardest decision I will ever make.


The knife is cold and heavy in my hand. I stand in middle of all the bowls, not daring to look back at my friends and family, afraid I will change my mind if I see their smiling faces.

Pressing the sharp tip of the knife to the center of my palm, I press down. Slowly I drag the knife across my palm, not caring about the pain; its nothing in comparison to the anxiety and adrenalin pumping through my system. Taking the knife away I stare at my palm, watching the blood pool against my pale skin. I know I’m spending more time then normal to do this, but I can’t bring myself to choose.

Someone clears his or her throat, trying to tell me to hurry up. I don’t breathe, I don’t close my eyes; I just stand there and watch as my blood drips onto the sizzling coal.

The left side of the room that holds the Dauntless faction erupts. Its not often Amity transfer to them; they are complete opposite factions and hold values that differ vastly.

Walk over to my new family, I am afraid to turn around and see my old one. Taking a seat, I avoid looking across the room; instead I stare at my hand, rubbing the cut on my palm, wondering what initiation would be like.

Surprisingly a girl named Beatrice transfers from Abnegation, which is not as rare as someone transferring from Amity, but she might get more hate for it. Abnegation has been talked about a lot recently; mostly saying that they are unfit to be the government for everyone. There was even a rumor circulating for a while that the leader of abnegation used to beat his son, Tobias. 


I remember Tobias from school. I was younger than him, but I always had a giant crush on him. One day he bent down to grab something, and his shirt rode up, showing a large bruise on his lower back. I always believed the rumors were true since that day, but I never told anyone what I saw. As I got older and the rumors continued I always felt guilty for not helping him, for not telling anyone. I feel I could have saved him, but didn’t. I know he transferred to dauntless, I over heard my parents talk about, since they are leader of Amity, they know a lot about other factions as well. It’s not reason I decided Dauntless was right for me, but I hope I see him and get to apologize for not doing anything.


The ceremony was over, and we were all dismissed. The Dauntless born of course took off running to the trains, while us transfers try and keep up. Suddenly they all slow down, they don’t come to a complete stop, but they start launching themselves at a metal post. Climbing as they whoop and howl in laughter. Beatrice and I stand together at the bottom. I have climbed trees all my life on the farms; this was easy for me. What keeps me at the bottom is Beatrice’s face. She looks scared and unsure.

“Look, climbing isn’t that hard. Don’t think about the ground, focus on moving up.” She just nods clearly still unsure. “I’ll go first, just copy what I do step for step.” I don’t give her time to chicken out; I place my hand on the first run, and pulled my self up. Step after step I make it half way up. Glancing down I see Beatrice following just below me. “You’re doing great!” I shout down at her. She looks up at me, grinning. We make it the rest of the way up, and I lend her my hand, pulling her to the platform.

Just as Beatrice gets to her feet, the platform starts to rattle. The train is coming. The Dauntless born starting running as the train comes around the corner, faster than it looked when I would watch it at school. Beatrice looks at me for guidance. “I have never jumped on I a moving train before.” having to yell over the wind, I decided to follow what the Dauntless born are doing, and motion for Beatrice to follow me.

My feet pound the metal runway, adrenalin once again flows through my veins as wrap my fingers around the door handle. Throwing my body into the train, I land on my right side, sending a shooting pain down my arm. Looking at the door I realize Beatrice isn’t on the train yet. Scrambling to my feet, I see she is just a step or two away from being able to grab the handle. Grabbing the handle on the inside wall. I extend my left arm out for her to grab. Her hand wraps tightly around my forearm.

Using all my strength I pull Beatrice into the cart with me. Lying on my back, I grab my right shoulder. I have only felt this kind of pain once. When I was about five I fell out of an apple tree and dislocated my shoulder. Thankfully there was some adrenalin still in my system, otherwise I would be crying in front of all the other initiates.

“Thank you.” Beatrice sits up. Taking another breath I a sit up with her, and place my back on the train wall to stabilize myself. “I’m Beatrice.” She holds her hand out. I grasp it limply, mostly because I was in pain and could barley raise my arm.

“Hi, I’m Rose.” We both start laughing at the absurdity of the last ten minutes. I hold my shoulder as we sit and talk. A condor girl named Christina joins us as well. I think I just made my first friends.


  It’s not long before people start to move around. We hear someone shout about jumping, and the three of us go to see what the commotion is all about. Sure enough, a little further up people are launching themselves onto a roof. Some of them are graceful while they rolled, some are even so good they just land on their feet and walk it off. While Beatrice and Christina contemplate the fact that they will have to jump, I am trying to figure out the best way to land as to do the least amount of damage to my shoulder.

Christina and Beatrice grab each other hands, planning to jump together. Beatrice extends her hand to me, and I just shake my head. I don’t have time to explain that I couldn’t, I can’t move my arm. Beatrice looks a little hurt at my refusal.

Taking a few steps back I start running and leap over the large gap. My feet hit first. I tried to make it so I could stay on my feet and just run it off, but the impact caught me off guard and I summersaulted forward.

Lying on my back, I hear Christina and Beatrice land behind me, laughing. My breath was caught in my throat, and I brought my hand over my shoulder. The pain was white hot down my arm, I might even pass out its so bad.

Christina and Beatrice walk over to me, Crouching down they ask if I was all right. The wind was still nocked out of me, so I could not speak. Worried looks took over their faces, as they looked at each other, unsure what to do.

“Initiates, gather around.” I can’t see the person the voice belongs to, but it sounds strong and demands everyone to follow its instructions.

Everyone does what the voice says, murmuring a little, until falling silent under what I would assume is the gaze of a terrifying man.

“You two, what are you doing? Come over here now!” The voice barked; causing Beatrice and Christina to part, showing me to person the voice was coming from.

I try to sit up. I have a feeling the person attached to the voice would cause me more pain than my shoulder if I didn’t.

Struggling, the girls step aside as a tall, well built man walked over to us. Looking down at me, I make eye contact with his striking blue eyes. The blue looked almost unreal, but the look behind them brought me back to reality, as they looked ready to murder.

“Get up initiate.” He commands at me. Trying my hardest I make it to my knees, when his patience runs out. Grabbing me by my shoulder, I let out a scream I didn’t even know I had in me. He immediately releases me, leaving me on my knees.

Crouching down he inspects me shoulder, then without a word, snaps my shoulder back into place. My forehead hit the ground as I gasp in a breath, trying to breath through the pain.

“Stand up.” He commands at me again. This time I hold my shoulder and stand. Lifting my head I look him in the eyes once again, glad I haven’t cried yet.

He places his large hand on the middle of my back, and leads me to front of the pack. Standing next to a raised ledge. He begins to speak, while I stood by his side.

“Initiates, my name is Eric and I am a leader here at Dauntless. Behind me is the way in.” He gestures behind us to the giant black hole in a roof.

“Is there water at the bottom or something?” A tall Erudite boy speaks up.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Eric smirks, enjoying everyone’s discomfort. “Now, luckily for everyone there has already been a volunteer to jump first.” Everyone starts looking around at each other, wondering who is going to step up.

Eric turns towards me, a wicked glint in his eye. “Your up Amity.” He nods to the ledge. I don’t argue, I don’t speak, I just step up onto the ledge.

Looking down I don’t feel any fear, surprising even myself. Taking a step off I start falling. Despite the pain in my shoulder I start to smile. It feels so freeing to fall like this.


Landing on something that absorbs my impact, my smile is gone as my shoulder screams in protest. Staring at the sky above me, a noise makes me turn my head, seeing I’m on a giant net; suddenly it dips, and someone is pulling me off it.
Once my feet are on the ground I look up at the hands that pulled me off it.

“Name?” Tobias stares at me waiting for my answer. Shocked at seeing him, I don’t say anything. “Come on name? And choose wisely, you can’t change it after.” Looking at the ground I consider his question. I don’t want to be anyone new. I am still me, which will never change.  

“Rose.” I say strongly. Tobias’s head turns slightly, maybe he recognizes me.

“First jumper, Rose!” He shouts out, and cheers erupt around me, revealing people I never knew were there.

Beatrice comes down next. She changes her name to Tris, but  I am too busy staring at Tobias to care. Tris and Christina talk, while I am thinking of how I am going to talk to Tobias, when Eric jumps down, landing on the net. He rolls off himself, refusing help from Tobias, who barley offers any to begin with.

“Okay, new transfers go with four.” He points to Tobias. That must be his new name down here. I’ll have to remember that.

“Dauntless born your with Lauren.” Everyone starts to follow their leader when Eric wraps his hand around my right arm, holding me back. Four notices this and stops, turning to Eric with an annoyed look on his face.

“She is coming with me.” Eric says with no explanation as to why. Four looks like he is about to argue with him, and then decides against it.

Turning around everyone follows him once again, leaving me alone in the dark with the terrifying Dauntless leader.

anonymous asked:

hi there I wanna start a platform for the boys. it was proven that kpop could make it's way to award shows and I thought to myself "hey it'd pretty cool if exo could attend one of these and maybe see their idols (the weeknd, coldplay)." I noticed with our fandom tho we're everywhere and maybe I could take the initiative in raising awareness. Maybe we could start trending MTV Awards? And keep spamming them and showing them their achievements? (Like videos and such).

Oh hell to the NO

The last thing EXO deserves is to be the seen as ˝the many asians˝ at an American award show. 

Also this fandom will not turn into the annoying spamming shits that post about EXO on EVERYONE’S SHIT JUST TO GET ATTENTION. Not on my watch 

I don’t think EXO need recognition from a few americans when they have Asia at their feet lol

If they want to see their fave artists they can buy tickets to their concerts just like PCY and Myeon did with Coldplay

I’M BACK

uhhh I haven’t really talked to my friend yet but…. I think I’m over the initial shock of having my tumblr exposed. I’ll probably request that they don’t share it with anyone because I don’t want too much attention drawn to it, but after going through a mini 5 stages of grief, I think I’ve come to terms with having them check out my tumblr… as embarrassing as some of my posts from my younger years are.

If anything though, I might just start using this platform less as a journal (since it’s kind of hard to be honest and open when you know that people you know are reading it) and stick to mostly art posts/ fandom posting. You probably see more personal posts on twitter anyways (which I am… still going to keep private for now), and I might make a private wordpress blog for myself in the future.

But yeah! thanks for, uh, i guess being there through my inner turmoil. Intermission is over, posting will resume as usual.

disabledcole  asked:

hi there!! im going to see ith in london in a couple of weeks (2nd & closing on the 8th) and i was wondering if u had any tips of things to look out for!! u LOVE ith but this is my first and obvs last time seeing it !!

ahhhh i hope you have a great time!!!! its one of the best things ive ever seen and im so sad its closing soon, but atleast you’re getting to see it!!! im seeing it again on the 7th and am desperately trying to figure out if i can squeeze another visit in it that time 

ive got a really long list of moments, so ill put them under the cut , and in the meantime heres sketch of the bennys dispatch scene because its so much fun

Keep reading

Mend

So this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr. Don’t know how this will go. I guess if people seem to respond, I’ll write another part?

Let me know what you think!

Bucky x Female Reader

Description: Reader has terrakinesis and going through a lot of emotional personal issues when Steve brings back Bucky. 

Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader (enhanced) 

Word Count: 6,768

Set after Captain America: Civil War. Contains Civil War spoilers!!!


Tensions remained tight within the Avengers. Tony still hated Bucky. In fact, he wouldn’t even acknowledge Bucky when they were in the same room. Thankfully that was rare, seeing as Steve and his team were hidden from the public. They were still considered wanted vigilantes.

Steve, with the help of Tony, found an abandoned subway station in New York to make somewhat of a base for the exiled crew. Tony fixed it up so it was almost as nice as the Avengers compound. Almost. But more importantly, it was untraceable to the government. They were hidden and they were safe.

Tony and Steve still had their disagreements, but Tony knew they didn’t deserve to be behind bars. There were still moments when he wanted to end Bucky, however. Steve just hoped that would close with time. On the bad days, many of them refused to admit that they thought maybe Bucky should’ve stayed frozen in Wakanada just a little bit longer.

Living as vigilantes forced Steve to experience his daily life in a different way. That’s how he met Y/N. Roaming the streets of New York City in the shadows allowed him to observe others more than before. He had become a celebrity after the battle in the city. But now he had no choice but to slip through the streets unnoticed. He managed to fall upon other enhanced people. Some he would sidestep. They weren’t lost; they just wanted to be left alone. Others, like Y/N, needed some guidance. But they were also meant for something more.

“So you’re sure you’re up for this?” Steve asked sincerely. “This place is huge. You don’t have to meet anyone until you’re ready. Everyone’s pretty good at keeping to themselves.”

Bucky sighed. “Steve, I’ve got it under control.”

Bucky had been frozen for months. T’Challa furthered his kindness to the brainwashed soldier, finding experts to help him break the mind control Hydra had imposed on him for so long. Bucky refused to leave the sanctuary of Wakanda until he, and everyone who helped him, were absolutely sure he wouldn’t be a danger to those around him.

Steve looked at Bucky, trying to read everything his best friend wasn’t saying. After a moment, he nodded and gripped Bucky’s shoulder in encouragement.

“Well… you already know a lot of them. Sam,” Steve pointed to the veteran who was leaning against the kitchen counter with his coffee. Sam had been watching Bucky with narrowed eyes the moment Bucky arrived. He gave a half nod to Bucky…but it came off as more of a glare.

Most of the compound was open concept. Bucky could pretty much see everyone spread out. Scott was sitting at a desk, tinkering with his suit and gadgets. Steve called out his name. Instantly, Scott recognized Bucky and gave an enthusiastic wave from behind a bright lamp. Bucky managed to give somewhat of a shy smile.

They kept walking through the compound. Steve didn’t want to make a big deal about Bucky’s arrival, especially because Bucky didn’t seem to want the attention. There was an opening with higher ceilings further into the compound. It was almost a sync hole that was a pit from the rest of the complex.

Steve led him toward the brighter lights. It was set up like a gym and training room. Safely away from everything else and protected with some high tech glass that was pretty much indestructible. At least Tony went on to explain for at least an hour, but Steve stopped listening. They paused at the glass, looking down at the pit below. Red flares were flying around everywhere.

Clint was training Wanda on hand-to-hand combat. He moved in a way that required her to use physical force combined with her abilities. Steve watched intently, forgetting Bucky’s tour for a moment.

“Come on.” Steve nodded his head to an elevator that led down.

“Looking good, Wanda.” Steve complimented as he walked into the pit.

“I still need some improvements.” She replied with a thick accent.

“Her toughest critic…” Clint muttered with a laugh. He nodded towards Bucky. “Good to see you again, man.” Bucky nodded back. Wanda gave a friendly smile.

Suddenly the ground started to shake. Bucky looked around with concern…but easily steadied his feet. However, the other three seemed utterly unfazed.

“She’s still at it? She was training hours ago.” Steve said with concern and disappointment. He glanced down a weird hallway that Bucky hadn’t noticed before. It seemed haphazardly made. No support or flooring. It was a rock tunnel that looked like it belonged in a coalmine.

Clint shrugged. Wanda’s expression was sad. “Maybe you should talk to her.” She suggested.

“She doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” Steve immediately answered. Before Bucky could ask what they were talking about, Sam’s voice was heard on some kind of intercom.

“Hey, Cap, Tony’s on the line. Can you come up here for a second? You too, Wanda and Clint.”

Steve looked at Bucky awkwardly.

“I don’t need a babysitter, punk.” Bucky said with a forced smirk.

The three of them quickly walked to the elevator to go back to the main floor. The moment he was alone, the floor shook again. It was harsher this time… Bucky almost lost his balance. With intrigue, he started slowly walking toward the rock tunnel Steve had been looking at.

Dust sprinkled down from the rocky ceiling as he slowly inched forward. He senses didn’t tell him there was any threat, especially after listening to the other’s conversation about who was waiting on the other end.

When he finally got to an opening. The walls seemed to be shaking too. He saw a young, beautiful woman in the middle of a huge cave. Boulders were flying around. He glanced at her hands and it appeared as if she was controlling them. Then the ground started shaking again and the land beneath her feet rose up like a platform. She started jumping from rock platform to platform, like a staircase that shot from the earth on her command.

Bucky didn’t know how long he had stood there watching her. But he jumped when Steve was at his side. He cursed himself. No one should be able to sneak up on him life that. Apparently the girl had his full attention.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Steve commented as he leaned against the rock wall, crossing his arms. Bucky just nodded. “It’s terrakinesis. That’s just Tony’s fancy word for earth manipulation.”

The girl finally did a backflip off one of her rock podiums. Landing perfectly into a knee lunge. There was a pause of silent, as if the earth was thankful for her finally giving it some kind of rest. She slowly stood up, her back to them. Bucky could see her chest rising and falling with exhaustion even from their distance.

She was wearing high-waisted black leggings and just a black sports bra.

“Why don’t you take a break Y/N?” Steve finally called out. Bucky expected her to jump in surprise from the interruption. But she barely acknowledged Steve. Slowly she walked in their direction to a bottle of water that was just a few feet away from them. If she noticed Bucky’s presence, she didn’t show it. Now that she was closer, he could see how toned she was. Her muscles even more obvious from her glistening sweat.  He didn’t doubt that she could hold her own in a fight, even without the earth manipulation.

“Y/N, this is Bucky. He’s going to be staying with us.” Steve said cheerfully.

Y/N took a swig of water and tossed the bottle roughly to the ground. She eyed Bucky without a care. “Nice to meet you.” She said unexpectedly nice. For some reason, Bucky’s 1940s gentleman instincts suddenly wanted him to offer her his hand. Something that hadn’t happened meeting any of the others. He managed to ignore the urge.

She missed the inner turmoil and was already turning back around to go to the middle of the cave again.

“Y/N, that’s enough. You’ve been at it for hours.” Steve voice was stern now.

“I’m fine.” She snapped.

“You look like you’re going to collapse any second. Plus, Clint is only in town until tomorrow evening. You promised you’d work on hand-to-hand combat with him before he left.”

“I’ll be fine.” She said again, raising herself on a rock again. This time, it was completely detached from the ground. She floated around the cave.

Bucky expected Steve to get in Captain mode and yell, ordering her to stop. To his surprise, Steve’s face softened. “Y/N, please… for me.”

The rock stopped mid-air and slowly shook to the ground. She didn’t look mad. In fact, it almost looked like she was thankful someone finally got her to rest.

Now Bucky could see the fatigue and…was it sadness?… in her eyes. Without another word or glance, she quickly walked past them and back through the tunnel.

Steve sighed. “She’s not really like that.” Bucky looked at him, expecting more information. “Y/N’s been having a rough time.” That was all he alluded to before he guided them back to the compound.

“Sometimes the other’s stop by if they can manage to come unnoticed.” Steve chatted, as if to change the subject. “Peter the most, since he lives the closest.”

“Who?”

Steve smirked. “The kid with the webs…”

Bucky grimaced, remembering the confrontation him and Sam had with the spider freak.

“Come on…I’ll show you to your room.”

Bucky awoke in a cold sweat. He might have been able to get rid of the brainwashing and manipulation triggers… but he couldn’t stop the memories of what he’d done because of them. The doctor’s in Wakanda said the PTSD would always be something he’d have to deal with. But it still made him feel like a failure every time he shot up from another nightmare.

He knew there was no going back to sleep. So he’d wander. Eventually he fell upon a hatch that had an arrow pointing up. During the tour, Steven mentioned that they had access to some sort of balcony/rooftop when they all felt like they were in a dungeon. After all, the whole place was underground.

Bucky opened the hatch as quietly as possible and a metal spiral staircase was on the other side, already being lit by either the moon or the city lights above. There was a slight breeze moving his long hair. He paused when he got to the top.

Y/N was sitting in one of the few chairs on the balcony.

Bucky hesitated, not wanting to interrupt. And she didn’t seem like she wanted to be bothered after their first meeting. But he understood.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, not taking her eyes off the skyline.

Bucky was impressed with her acuteness. Now he couldn’t leave without seeming impolite. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about the woman. As he made his way to the chair next to hers, he realized he had completely underestimated her beauty. He had noticed it watching her training… but it was a different beauty: fierce, independent, and almost dangerous. Now, with her hair washed and skin without sweat, she looked sweet and beautiful. But there was that sadness again.

He silently sat down, matching her gaze toward the twinkling skyline.

She studied him when he wasn’t looking. He was too focused on not intruding. She hid a little smirk at his quietness.

“I think I came off a little rude earlier today.” She finally broke the silence. “I’m Y/N.” She reached her right hand to him confidently.

He shook it gently. “Bucky.”

“Steve’s been so excited, waiting for your arrival.” She said. “I’m glad you’re here. He already seems happier.”

She was so mysterious to him, sounding so sweet now when she had been so cold and almost reckless earlier. Maybe that’s just how she got when she was training, he considered.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” He surprised himself by asking. Since he escaped Hydra, he still wasn’t very talkative. It was hard to know if it was due to his lack of trust in himself around others or if he still didn’t see the point in connecting with others.

“Nope.” Y/N muttered. She took a drink from a bottle. Bucky realized it was whiskey. She watched him eyeing it. “Shh.” She giggled, but not in a drunken way. “Don’t tell Steve I have this. It will just give him something else to worry about.” But her smirk proved that she didn’t really care if he found out.

“Do you get nightmares?” She asked genuinely. Her voice had gone even gentler.

Bucky gaze quickly snapped to hers.

“Steve mentioned to me about what you’ve gone through.” Y/N explained.

It made Bucky realize maybe Steve and her were closer than he thought. Steve was overly protective of him. He wouldn’t just tell anyone his story.

“Something like that…” He finally muttered an answer.

Y/N just nodded slowly.

Bucky was surprised she didn’t push any further. Usually people would ask more. Or, in a forced tone of authenticity, tell him they could always talk to him if he needed to. The doctors in Wakanda always pulled that crap with him.

But the two of them just sat there in silence, both staring out at the city.

Bucky knew he wouldn’t be able to go to sleep. But a wave of relaxation draped over him the longer he sat there. Sitting in silence with someone else comfortably was underrated. The air was getting cold. He was about to suggest she head back in. His super soldier serum practically made him immune to the cold and the sicknesses that came with overexposure to it. However he doubted she had the same resistance.

But when he looked back over at her. She was sound asleep. The bottle of whiskey was hanging from her hand, completely empty. He guessed that was the only way she could beat her insomnia.

Once again, his old school gentleman response was to carry back inside. He would do it happily, especially since no one would be awake to question it. But he realized he had no idea where her room was located. As if some higher being could sense his unrest, Steve came onto the balcony. He stopped in his tracks when he made eye contact with Bucky.

Bucky, refusing to look like he’d been caught doing something bad, put a finger to his lips. Steve nodded in understanding.

“Don’t worry. She won’t wake up.” Steve explained, still in a quiet tone. Bucky realized he had a thick blanket in his grasp. Steve started unfolding it.

Bucky stood up. “It’s too cold. I’ll carry her inside.”

Steve, as if he were waiting for his best friend’s chivalry to activate, instantly shook his head. “No…it’ll infuriate her.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest.

“Trust me, Buck. She’ll be fine.” Steve draped the thick blanket over Y/N’s sleeping form. Then he saw the empty bottle of whiskey. Picking it up, he shook his head almost in disappointment.

“Come on.” He muttered to Bucky.

They walked silently back inside and closed the hatch behind them.

“What’s wrong with her?” Bucky had the courage to ask Steve.

He narrowed his eyes at him. “Nothing’s wrong with her, Buck.”

Bucky scoffed. It was strange to see his friend so protective over someone. Usually the energy was in his direction. It sparked a little emotion he didn’t recognize. Was it jealousy? He suspected Steve saw Y/N as more than just a comrade.

Steve started walking back toward both of their rooms. “You know what I mean. You said she was having a rough time…?” Bucky pushed. A part of him would have been selfishly relieved if there were someone else here who was fighting through something like him.

Steve didn’t speak until they were at their bedroom doors. He slowly faced Bucky and addressed the question finally. “She got her heart broken, Buck.” He sounded exhausted and empathetic when he conclusively said it. “She’s not handling it too well. She’s usually good at hiding it. In fact, none of us even knew it happened for almost a month. Then she…she just stopped acting like herself.”

Bucky barely nodded. Somehow he was surprised. It explained the sadness and the air of heedlessness that surrounded her. It was a very human thing that she was going through… and surprisingly normal. In fact, it was the most human thing he witnessed since he escaped Hydra.

Steve seemed to be trying to read Bucky’s mind. “Don’t even think about it.”

Bucky blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“Just because you’ve been in and out of cryo… and brainwashed doesn’t mean you’re still not a lady-killer. I saw the way you watched her yesterday.”

Bucky smirked. That was definitely not the person he was anymore. “Somebody’s touchy.” He teased. Though a part of him was laying bait to see if Steve had feelings for Y/N.

“It’s not like that.” Steve said seriously, ruining Bucky’s attempt at being playful. “She’s a good friend. Like the little sister I never had.”

“Steve…I’m still dangerous. I’m the remains of the Winter Solider. I think I’ve got it under control. But I’m always going to have to work on it. I’m never going to be able to completely rid myself of my demons.”

Steve gave him a sad look. “You don’t know that.”

But he immediately shook his head. “Yes, I do.” Bucky sighed. “I’m not looking for pity. I’m telling you because the last thing I need to be doing is courting women. That’s never going to be a part of me again.”

Steve didn’t disagree, because his friend was right. Not only would Bucky be a danger to anyone who got close to him. But he couldn’t imagine the emotional damage Bucky could go through if he fell in love and that hypothetical woman couldn’t love him back the way he needed.

Steve gripped his shoulder before saying, “Night, Buck.”

But Bucky couldn’t go back to sleep. He changed into a black tank top and sweatpants. No one would be in the gym now. He needed to train. The doctors in Wakanda monitored his fitness far too much. At the beginning, they worried that too much physical activity and adrenaline would ignite the winter soldier once again. The whole thing left Bucky constantly feeling restless.

He walked into the pit and the lights slowly brightened. A robotic voice suddenly spoke, “Would you like me to play music, James?” He smirked at it calling him by his first name. Steve must have put him in the system before he arrived.

He shrugged. ”Sure.”

“What would you like to hear?”

Suddenly Bucky realized that he had no idea. Sure he’d heard the music of today. But he had no idea what any of the genres were called. He couldn’t think of a single song or artist that wasn’t from the 1940s and before.

As if the robotic voice could understand his silence, she spoke again, “Would you like to listen to someone else’s playlist, James?”

“That’s fine.” He muttered as he stretched his non-biotic arm. Suddenly 1970s rock started playing. But he couldn’t tell the difference, let alone what decade it was from.

Y/N heard her music playing as she had gone to the kitchen to get coffee. She went over to the glass walls that looked down into the pit. Bucky was drenched in sweat, his longer hair pulled into a low and short bun. She wondered what he thought of her music choices, especially Led Zeppelin. After all, he probably had zero exposure to the past 80 years of music.

She moved away from the glass as soon as Bucky decided his tank top was pointless, since it was now soaked in sweat.

Y/N sat in the kitchen, trying to get over her slight hangover.

Clint came bounding into the room. “Bad news: The wife needs me. I won’t be able to stay and train you today.”

Y/N shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

Clint shrugged back. “Well, I’m not. Steve said he would instead. I think he wants Bucky to help out too.”

Y/N blinked at him. “That doesn’t sound like the best idea.”

Clint laughed as he poured himself coffee into a to-go cup. “Sounds like someone’s a little scared…” He teased.

Y/N threw a balled up napkin at him. “I could knock him out in minutes and you know it, Barton.”

Clint easily dodged the napkin and chuckled as he grabbed his duffle bag. “Prove it. And make sure you get Steve to videotape it as evidence.” With that, he rushed out the door.

“As if Rogers knows how to work a god damn smartphone!” Y/N shouted right before the door closed behind him.

“Y/N, Captain Rogers would like you to join him and James in the pit.” F.R.I.D.A.y. announced to her. Y/N smirked at it using James instead of a Bucky. She sighed and rushed up into her room to change into her workout clothes.

Y/N makes her way to the pit and finds Steve and Bucky going at it. Bucky’s shirt was off and his muscular chest was glistening with sweat. But Steve was wearing a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

It’s Bucky who noticed her standing with her arms crossed, looking slightly annoyed at being called. He had Steve pinned and slowly got up without glancing away from Y/N. Steve followed his friend’s gaze and jumped up.

“Y/N,” He greeted in between heavy breaths. “Since Clint had to head home, I think Bucky should help you improve your hand-to-hand combat.”

Bucky’s eyes darted to Steve quickly, verifying that he hadn’t been informed about this until now. “You sure that’s a good idea, Steve?” He asked as if Y/N wasn’t in the room.

“Don’t worry, Winter Solider.” Y/N cooed as she took off her heavy sweatshirt, leaving her in just tight leggings and a sports bra. “I’ll go easy on you.”

Bucky glared at her with the name ‘Winter Soldier”. But he was still worried about the safety of those around him. He was comfortable with sparring Steve. They had gone hand to hand when he wasn’t himself and Steve held his own. Though Y/N wasn’t petite or helpless looking in the slightest, he was sure she wasn’t aware of what he was capable of doing to another person.

“Steve…” Bucky tried again.

But Steve ignored his second plea and patted him on the shoulder. “You gotta start feeling in control, Buck.” Then he turned his attention to Y/N. “No powers, got it?”

Y/N walked into the center of the ring, smirking at Bucky, who still looked apprehensive. “Aye Aye, Captain.” She got into a fighting stance, waiting for him to make the first move.

Bucky glanced at Steve, a last chance effort of making this stop. But Steve just shrugged and gestured toward the mats, as if he was giving them the go ahead.

Bucky was still looking at his friend when Y/N came after him. She’d done an aerial flip to catch him off guard. To his surprise, he took a step back, forced by his uneasiness. With that she threw a kick, which he deflected with ease. Next thing he knew, she was throwing punch after punch.

Anyone could tell that Bucky was stronger than Y/N. What she counted on was being faster than the opponents she couldn’t match in muscle.

Bucky finally had the courage to throw a hit. Y/N leaned back to dodge it. An incorrect move, for she ruined her balance and fell back, hitting the ground hard. But without even blinking, she did a kick-up off the ground and was back on her feet. She glared at Bucky for exposing a mistake on her end. Now she came at him even faster, throwing a punch that managed to land on the right side of his face, he faltered a few steps. Y/N immediately followed with a roundhouse kick to his abdominal. Bucky fell forward from the hit and now rest on his knees and hands. He looked up to see Y/N surprisingly glaring at him as she moved back a few steps to give him some space to get back up.

“You taking it easy on me, James?” She used his real name to taunt him.

Bucky got up reluctantly. How many times had he hurt people? Men, women, even children were dead because of the Winter Solider. Now Bucky struggled with even sparring, fearing he still had that inside him, ready to damage anyone. Hydra. Those monsters wouldn’t stop until everyone was as evil as them.

Suddenly a fire awoke in Bucky at the thought of all the people responsible for what he’d become. He lunged at Y/N, not holding back this time. Y/N struggled to keep up. She wasn’t expecting him to actually comply with her and Steve’s demands. With his newfound speed, her deflections and defenses were getting sloppier and weaker. He suddenly threw a punch with his metal arm, which Y/N had noticed were always weaker. He was pulling those punches. She dodged it easily but wasn’t ready for him to throw an upper cut immediately after with his other arm.

Y/N felt it happen in slow motion as she tried, but failed, to completely escape the second blow. It clipped her nose, sending a wave of pain. The impact threw her back and she landed on her side, barely catching herself from hitting the ground harder than she already did.

She looked down to already see blood dripping from her nose already. Y/N touched her nose and muttered a curse word under her breath.

“You okay, Y/N?” Steve asked, relaxed but genuine. He’d seen Y/N get hurt far worse and barely let out a cry. She was tough.

Bucky however, felt like shit. Once again, his old-fashioned, 40s gentleman self came out. He was disgusted with himself. How did he just hit a woman? But he managed to contain his inner turmoil once again.  Quickly, he grabbed his shirt that he had discarded. He walked over to Y/N who was trying to block the blood from getting everywhere with a casual back of her hand. He offered her a hand up, which she surprisingly took.

“Here.” Bucky said softly, giving her his shirt.

“Do I look pretty?” Y/N joked as she happily took it from him.

He smirked, realizing she was trying to make him feel better. “Come here.” He reached for her face to steady it so he could get a good look at her nose.

Without even thinking, she flinched from his touch. Bucky was about to take it personally, as if she was scared of him now…or always had been. But Steve interrupted before the thought could settle.

“She doesn’t like to be touched.” Steve stated. It earned him a glare from Y/N, like he just gave away one of her prized secrets. Steve was going to intervene. But Bucky ignored him and turned his attention back to Y/N.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to check to see if I broke your nose.” Bucky’s blue eyes turned gentle and serious. Y/N stared into them for a moment before reluctantly nodding her head. He softly grabbed her chin and tilted her face this way and that, studying her nose.

“Good news: it’s not broken. Bad news: you might get a black eye… or two.” He confirmed.

“Well, shit… I had a hot date tonight.” Y/N sighed dramatically.

Bucky held his breath, dropping her chin from his grasp.

Steve chuckled. “She’s kidding.”

“I didn’t realize you were a nurse.” Y/N teased him.

Bucky gave a very small smile, only spreading through his lips. “Well…I had to look out for this punk.” He gestured toward Steve. “After all of his fights, I had to figure out if I needed to take him to the hospital or not.”

“Y/N, put some ice on that nose… you’re done for today.” Steve ordered. Then he took in a deep breath. “Your-“

“Yeah, yeah… my footing was off and that’s why he clipped me with the second punch.” Y/N sighed, knowing he was about to lecture her on every single mistake she had made in the fight. “I know what I did wrong, Cap. I got the blood to prove it.”

Y/N started walking to the stairs and then she stopped, as if she’d forgot something. She put out her hand and it started to clench into a fist. With it, a small quake erupted but it just seemed to be in a small radius around Bucky. It got so violent, so quickly that it made him stumble to his knees.

He looked up at Y/N with a playful glare.

“Payback for giving me a bloody nose and probably double black eyes.” She confirmed nonchalantly.

As soon as she was out of sight, Bucky’s face turned dark. He stomped toward Steve, shoving him roughly.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He practically spluttered. “I could have seriously hurt her.”

Steve shrugged off his anger. “Buck… it’s just a bloody nose. Injuries she would withstand in the field wouldn’t even come close to that mild. Y/N’s tough… she’s more upset that you took it easy on her and that she made a mistake.”

Bucky walked away from him and started pacing in frustration. “You still don’t get it. We are not the same.” Steve’s face got serious now. “Yeah… we both got the same serum. But afterward, you were trained to be a super soldier… to be America’s hero.” Bucky’s face transformed in pain, he was remembering all the terrible things he had been told to do. “But I… I was trained how to execute and make sure nobody even knew I had been there.”

Y/N was up again, avoiding the roof this time and opting to watch Netflix instead. Her body tensed when she realized someone else was in the room and she’d let them sneak up on her too easily. She readied herself as she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise from them creeping up behind her.

Without further hesitation, Y/N jumped up from the couch and threw a punch. It was caught swiftly with a metal arm.

Y/N gasped in relief. “Jesus Christ, Bucky. I thought you were an intruder.” Yeah, other people lived here. But they usually made themselves known and didn’t sneak around so quietly.

“Sorry.” He muttered, realizing that he was still grasping her hand from the punch. He released it smoothly.

“Fuck…you really are some kind of ninja…” Y/N mumbled, still recovering from the rush of adrenaline.

Bucky was actually surprised she had detected him. Not that his intention was to surprise her by any means. It had been embedded in him to be invisible no matter where he was. “What gave me away?” He was curious.

Y/N got embarrassed, like it was a personal question. “Umm,” She struggled. “Every step you take sends a vibration into the earth…Even the slightest, quietest step. I can feel the tremors from the earth.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. What a powerful thing to possess. “That sounds very disrupting and overwhelming.”

Y/N sighed and sat back down on the couch. “Yeah…well… that’s why Steve brought me here. So I could learn to control it.” Her eyes were glued to the TV now, making it clear that she didn’t want to talk about it any further.

Bucky studied her a bit, knowing she wasn’t paying attention to him. He stood there somewhat uneasily, not wanting to disturb her alone time. Then he realized she was watching a French film.

“You speak French?” He found himself asking. He started to realize he talked more to her in the past day and half than anyone else he’d been around since he’d escaped Hydra’s grasp.

She glanced at him and smirked. “I wish.”

He pointed to the TV. “How do you know what they’re saying?” There were no words at the bottom of the screen.

Y/N’s face went blank for a moment, realizing he was right. “Oh…I didn’t even realize I forgot to turn on the subtitles.” She fiddled with the remote to turn them on again.

But Bucky observed her appearance. Her eyes were bloodshot, like she’d been crying. There were bags underneath as well. He wondered, out of the two of them, who slept the least. Something told him it was her. He realized that she’d probably been lost in thought, just using the movie as background noise before he almost scared her to death.

Y/N then glanced back at Bucky. He was watching the movie more intently than she was, as if he could understand it. Though his expression remained stoic as usual.
Suddenly a thought occurred to her, she narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms. “How many languages do you speak?”

He stared her for a moment before answering. “I don’t know.”

She looked back at the screen, disappointed with his answer.
But her disappointed sparked something in Bucky. He watched it hit something inside of him and he felt guilty for having caused such a feeling in her.

“I…” He started talking, but struggled. She quickly looked at him. “I hear or read things and I just immediately know what they say.”  

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. As if she was about to say that was a neat gift to have, but had already thought about the way he had received it: Hydra.

Bucky shifted his weight, still not knowing whether to stay or go. She hadn’t exactly openly told him it was okay for him to be there.

“Surprised you didn’t get any black eyes.” He spotted curtly.

She ignored him.

“I’m sorry about that.” He added sincerely, misreading her silence as anger and bitterness from the injury he caused her.

Y/N sighed, not taking her eyes off the TV. “Bucky, the only thing you have to be sorry for is taking it easy on me and pulling your punches.”

Silence.

Then she turned around to look at him behind her. “You know… Tony keeps some files here as back up. When he found out you were coming, he ‘carelessly’ left some top-secret files about you on the system. It was like he wanted to remind all of us who Steve was allowing to live here.”

Bucky’s entire body tensed at the mention of Tony Stark. He hadn’t seen the man since he tried to kill him in Siberia. It didn’t surprise him that he conveyed some form of rebellion and his disapproval for Bucky’s return.

If Y/N noticed the change in him, she didn’t acknowledge it and looked back at the movie. “The point is…I’ve seen you fight. There’s video footage to prove it. And I know what you’re capable of.”

Bucky was about to leave when he saw Y/N’s cellphone light up and vibrating on the table her feet were propped up on. He saw her try to hide her glance at him. Then her jaw flexed and her whole body stiffened.

It was almost 3 am. He wondered who would be trying to get a hold of her at this time. It went to voicemail. But 5 seconds later, it started ringing again.
Y/N doesn’t seem to be able to ignore it any longer. She quickly picked up the call and hung up without saying anything, turned off the phone, and chucked it to the other side of the couch.

Bucky remembered what Steve had told him about her. “C'est vrai? Quelqu'un a cassé votre coeur ?” He says so softly to her, it’s almost a whisper.

Y/N’s eyes flicker to him. She didn’t know what he said, but it was his tone that got her attention.

Bucky stared into her eyes for a moment before saying, “Goodnight, Y/N.” He starts walking out of the living area. “Or I guess I should say good morning.” He adds with exhaustion.

Y/N watches him leave and can only assume he was heading to the roof again. She waited for his steps to disappear and to hear the hatch door close behind him.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., translate what Bucky just said in French.”

There was a beat of silence. “Sergeant Barnes asked, ‘Is it true? Someone broke your heart?”” The intelligence system told Y/N.

She sighed, completely stunned. Then she realized Steve must have said something. She thought she was doing a good job of hiding all of it. Apparently she was wrong if everyone was talking about it behind her back. Y/N rubbed her face in frustration. What right did Steve have telling Bucky details of her life?

Steve came down to the pit to find Y/N blasting death metal and already covered in sweat. She was working on a punching bag.

“You’re late.” She stated bluntly without stopping her workout.

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Sorry.”

Y/N stopped and grabbed some water. “I thought we could train in my cave today. I don’t have a lot of experience using my terrakinesis in a fight one on one.”

Steve shifted his weight, trying to read Y/N’s mood. “Sure.” He finally agreed.

“Bring your shield.” Y/N yelled behind her back. Without even waiting for him to agree, she already started walking down the long, dark tunnel that lead to her personal cave.

Steve found her waiting in the middle, staring at him patiently. He had barely made a few steps into her makeshift ring before she split the ground beneath him. He leaped out of the way, barely dodging the fissure Y/N had created in the earth.

He got up to his feet and glared at her. “Really?”

Y/N cocked an eyebrow at him.

He tossed his shield. But Y/N threw up a rock wall and it got imbedded.

Their fight got quicker and more violent. The movement of earth and rocks was causing vibrations and small quakes around the compound. It brought the attention of all the others. Scott, Sam, and Wanda made their way down to watch what was happening, sensing it was something exciting. Bucky saw them head down and told himself not to follow, but he couldn’t deny that he was intrigued.

When he stood beside Wanda and Scott, he was shocked to see anger on Y/N’s face. She wasn’t holding back anything. It was like her only goal was to get Steve on his back, looking like a fool.

Y/N waved her hands and sharp shards of rock flew at Steve like daggers. He finally managed to rip his shield out of the rock wall just in time to block the attack. Next thing he knew, Y/N shook the ceiling of the cave to drop rocks from another angle. Steve was about to yell out for her to calm down, but he was beat by a wave of silence. Y/N conjured up a wave of sand, making her own type of fog. Steve couldn’t see a thing, but managed to get onto his feet. Y/N appeared out of nowhere, allowing a hole of clarity around the two of them. However, her sand haze remained thick enough that their audience couldn’t even see them.

Her eyes tore into him. “Next time you want to give out intimate aspects of my personal life to strangers… Don’t.” She hissed.

Steve looked confused and then realized what she could be talking about.

Without caring to hear his defense, she started walking toward the exit. Scott, Sam, and Wanda watched her carefully, easily reading her mood as something off. She shoved past Bucky without even acknowledging him or the others.

“What’s gotten into her?” Scott muttered to Wanda. She shrugged.

“Somebody’s pissed off.” Sam chuckled to himself.

With that, the three of them started heading back.

The sand haze finally settled with Y/N’s exit. Bucky saw Steve walking slowly out of it. He looked rough, dirt all over his skin, and his white shirt now a light brown. But what Bucky noticed most was his expression. He looked sad and guilty. Whatever Y/N had just said to him was the cause of it.

“What did you say to her?” Steve asked without looking at him.

Bucky shook his head. “I didn’t say anything.”

Steve’s mouth was in a thin line. “Maybe you should stay away from her.” Bucky may not be the same man he was in the 40s. But Steve still saw remnants of him.

“You don’t trust me anymore around people.” Bucky accused.

“That’s not what I said, Buck.”


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Part Two:
http://invisibleanonymousmonsters.tumblr.com/post/148566530808/mend-part-2#notes