the sound that i've made when i watch this was not human

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trimberly dating in secret and the team finding out?

This became a oneshot length fic, I’m not sorry. I got lazy proofing so sorry for any mistakes.

It started out small, they would show up at each other windows late at night, after long, gruelling days of training, after tough battles, or even bad days at school, they would check in on each other, they would talk for hours, they were just there for each other, it became there thing, and as each other’s feelings for the other grew, every night was more tension filled then the last, so when they eventually kissed, they didn’t think much of it, so every night after that, there would be a lot less talking, and much more of something else, which neither of them minded.

The team also noticed a shift in their dynamic, they began to act different, Kim and Trini had always worked well as a team, they were the two arms of the megazord after all, but after the late nights spent doing a lot more than talking, the tension in the air around them was so thick, you could probably cut it with knife. Trini and Kim’s sparring sessions would get much more intense, their gazes only on each other, their eyes were filled with intense passion, rather than the usual playful, teasing banter. Jason usually had to force his gaze away, or he would most likely get much more than a fiery glare from Trini. The team noticed the changes, but they didn’t push or press, knowing that both the girls could kick their asses without a second glance, so they just let it be, but they noticed.

Zack being the closest to Trini, the two wild cards, the bees, black and yellow, which the team teasingly sang whenever they sparred or did anything as a duo, Zack and Trini both had an equal distaste for the names, but they knew it was just friendly teasing, it was part of the team dynamic, so it didn’t surprise Trini when he was the first to try and figure out what was going on with the girls. He dropped little hints and questions about Kimberly, vaguely asked about girlfriends, but each of his attempts failed, always met with a “I only want to spend time with you, bee” or “yeah, sure, me and Kimberly”. He backed down, but Zack knew something was up, he was the captain of the ship after all, he was determined to know if it was canon.

The girls knew the boys were catching on, the boys didn’t know exactly what was happening, but they did know something was different. They still hadn’t discussed when or if they were going to tell the boys. They loved the late nights, the secret glances, holding hands secretly when they could, they enjoyed just being, no ones expectations or worries clouding there mind, they were just them. So they kept it that way.

After a couple of months of them sneaking into each other’s rooms, kissing, talking, among other…activities, they knew they should tell the boys, whom were very clueless about what was happening, each of them asking non to subtle questions, desperately trying to figure out what had changed between the girls, but to no prevail. So the next day, at four o clock, the made there way down to the pit, arms intertwined, Trini’s small frame leaning against Kimberly, and for the first time ever, they were acting blatantly like a couple, in public, and they’d both be lying if they said it didn’t cause warmth to radiate through their bodies.

The boys were already down at the pit, the sound of pads being hit, gasps and grunts, a piece of rock dislodging from the structure “Zack” they both muttered. Trini could feel butterflies in her stomach, she was defiantly nervous, they both were, but these were their friends, their brothers, they knew they’d be accepted and safe, but that didn’t make it any less nerve wracking. They had agreed to be very subtle with there “coming out” it wouldn’t be the power rangers without a little teasing and fun.

As they walk down to the pit, their hands and fingers intertwined, no space between their bodies, the boys noticed, but they didn’t really bat an eye, the girls had been slowly becoming, much, much, closer, not just emotionally, but physically. So they returned to sparring, back to their norm, but the girls did notice Zack narrowing his eyes, a small smirk plastered on his face. They began to spar, circling around the other, jabs and hooks were thrown, roundhouse kicks, take downs, with each move, the girls gazes grew more intense and heated. As the girls circled around each other, the boys started paying more attention, getting curious again, which the girls noticed. Kimberly glanced quickly over her shoulder at the boys, while throwing a sloppy jab, which Trini caught, flipping her over, Kimberly falling to the ground with a loud thud, her breathing ragged and sharp. Trini offers her hand to help Kimberly up, while the boys are still watching, forgetting about sparring. Kimberly takes the opportunity and yanks Trini’s hand and smashes their lips together, carefully grabbing Trini’s small frame and bringing her to the ground, and flipping them around so Kimberly is on top, pulling their lips apart. The girls both gasp for air, while the boys looked like they’d seen a ghost, mouths agape. Kimberly helps Trini to her feet as Zack yells gleefully, “I KNEW IT!!!” Trini smirks, while Jason and Billy are still stumbling for words. The girls chuckle before returning to sparring, and moments later, Billy and Jason both exclaim. “WHAT!!!” Alpha finally speaks, “Humans confuse me.” leaving the power rangers giggling as they returned back to sparring, Trini and Kimberly both joyful beyond words, as they got back into a rhythm, the world fading away.

the grand heist (m)

Originally posted by intokai

❝you and him against the world❞
→ oh sehun (ft. exo ot12)
→ mafia!au/spy!au (contains fighting scenes, blood, guns, and deaths, action + fluff)

You didn’t dare move, make a single mistake, and put this whole mission and your lives at stake. You held your breath, waiting for his signal, watching over the many guards walking around with their heavy guns and bulletproof vests.

Keeping a close eye on those closest to the entrance of the headquarters, you calculated all the casualties and movements you would make, each step planned to perfection in mere seconds. Your brain was wired for battles and strategic planning, the instinct to survive always working, keeping your blood pumping and your life on the dangerous side as you continued on this line of work.

He was taking too long. Chanyeol was doing his best with hacking the security cameras and alarms, controlling the entrance gate to open when you’re ready to go. Although he was one of the best hackers in the world, a single mind can never beat the work of a team of highly skilled hackers known for their almost impenetrable defense software, yet he did it with a lot of difficulties.

You were about to fall back, wondering why he hasn’t sent a signal yet. Then you saw it. The light flashing against the mirror of one of the military tanks a few meters in front of you.

The only moment of clarity happened minutes after the many gunshots, screams, and echoes of bones breaking. Blood smeared all over your arms and hands, you still haven’t pulled out your gun. How cute, they call themselves the strongest ‘army’ ever known, yet they couldn’t even handle the fists of a woman younger than them.

A smirk played on your lips, the thought was too funny as you passed the gates of the headquarters, a fort built to look like a warehouse from the outside while the inside had one of the most advanced technologies and weaponries. This was easier than you thought.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N.” The sternness of his voice would have sent shivers down the spines of others, but you were born with a steel backbone and a strong love for chaos and fighting. You were the definition of a living hell, flesh and bones craved for destruction. You lived off the screams and blood you attracted with each movement you created.

Sehun appeared from the shadows, blood covering his whole suit and even more blood on his fists, his gun still unrevealed. Like you, he was a predator on the loose, eyes in need of the blood staining his body, drawer by his lethal weapon; his own hands. You’ve never seen a warrior as frightening as him. His aura seeped of deadly poison and even worse were his multiple skills to kill. “Looks like you’ve had some fun too,” you bickered, your smirk still intact as he walked with you, side by side, intently listening to Chanyeol who spoke to him through his earpiece.

“The control room is to your right, last door of the hallway. You’ll need to act fast, he’s been trying to activate the missiles, and he’s doing it fast. I can’t hold him back any longer. It seems like he’s got extra help today,” Chanyeol said, his deep voice filled with worry and nervosity.

Sehun remained silent as you thanked Chanyeol, asking if he’s made sure to block all security cameras to keep your entrance a surprise.

The man behind all this was a childhood friend of yours, orphaned and trained in that grueling facility that made you both into the deathly killers you were, except he used his power against the world instead of helping it like you were supposed to. His anger against those who stopped him from doing what he wanted, his desire to rule over the world, and his never ending want to take revenge over you for being chosen for the position he lusted for since he was taken into the institute; leader of the elite team, The Twelve. All of which drove him into this insanity of chaos and murder to prove that he was above you, worthy of all things, more importantly, love and respect, the things he has lost to others; his family choosing his younger brother over him and the institute choosing you over him. Although you grew up with him, you wouldn’t let those bonded feelings keep you away from completing this mission; imprisoning him and keeping the world safe from his evil plans.

Sehun led you all the way to the door as you kept thinking, mind over matter as he reviewed his steps and movements, memorizing each possible exit and traps. He halted for a second, causing you to bump him, lost in thought. “Are you alright?”

The look on Sehun’s eyes were different, foreign to the heartless man honed to kill. You weren’t sure what to say, speechless even as he placed his hand on your arm, a comforting touch as your mind was in rumbles, unable to make a decision whether or not to fight the man behind the door.

“Just take care of the others, I’ll take care of him,” Sehun said, taking the responsibility away from you, as well as the heaviness from your shoulders. A silent nod was all you gave him, a quiet thanks for he has offered to do.

You knew it was what was best. You’ll never be able to hurt your best friend, not even when he has gone rogue, all his evil intentions to kill you never made you scared. It only made you want to reach for him, ask him if he was okay, tell him that he could still return.

But all attempts failed and so does your breathing. Sehun noticed as he got his gun loaded and placed his knife in a better location. The next thing you knew, his arms were wrapped around you with your head now resting against his chest. “Relax. Everything will be just fine.”

His voice was so reassuring, his hands were so warm, and this was so… new, unnatural, and very much not needed at this moment. You quickly pulled away from him, instantly missing his warmth, but you won’t let your feelings get in the way of the blood you are about to draw.

“I’m fine. I can kill him myself. Let’s get this done with.” Lies and only lies. No matter how much you loved the color and scent of blood and the feeling of chaos and adrenaline rushing trough your veins, you will never be able to stand against the love you had for your friend. But you forced yourself to believe, for this moment at least, when you were at war, and he was the enemy. You believed with the help of Sehun.

“Open the door, Chanyeol. We’re ready.” Chanyeol took your order well, the door instantly opening the second the word left your mouth, leaving those inside shocked and with their eyes wide in surprise. In that instant, you were back to being a whirlwind of annihilation.

You snapped the moment the door opened. You immediately punched the guard closest to you in the face right before banging his head on the wall. Sehun took care of the other as you surged forward, kicking at the neck of one of those that came after you. You easily dodged their attacks, swiftly hitting them right before throwing their bodies against the wall or to the ground or colliding their heads and bodies with one of their idiot colleagues.

Sehun, on the other hand, took no effort in fighting, merely dodging blows and attacks, allowing the guards to hit each other. The only one that pissed him off was a tall one with buff arms who thought throwing Sehun against the wall would be funny. Unfortunately for him, Sehun gave him one big blow on the face and hit his head, face first, on the concrete wall, leaving a trail of blood streaking down the man’s nose.

In cold heart, Sehun laughed as he swiped his hands against each other and walked to your side. “Where are they, Chanyeol?” You asked the hacker as you survived the room covered in matte white. Holograms of maps and machineries, several cases filled with weapons of all kinds, multiple high tech computers, and a massive screen displaying was what filled the room. No signs of the dreamy eyes of your friend that hid the evil of his mind. The room was clear of humans, yet the main screen was working, continuing its unknown job as it flashed a forty-eight percent loading sign.

Sehun surveyed the room, looking around for the case containing the missile codes, but it was nowhere to be found. A chill ran down your spine. How did they hide so fast when Chanyeol made sure to deactivate the security cameras? Chanyeol said they were working on using the codes to activate the missiles and target the capital where his family’s home, your home, and the institute was. You were getting frustrated; you wanted to face your friend already, stop him from destroying not only the city but also himself.

“Damn it, Chanyeol. Where are they?” A searing pain ran up your arm, the result of slapping your hand against the wall. “They’re right ther-”

What followed the deep voice of the hacker was a ringing sound. The connection has been cut. “I’m right here, Y/N.”

Junmyeon’s voice echoed through the room like the taunting voice of the devil. Your knees buckled as he touched your shoulder, alarm written all over Sehun’s face, watching over Junmyeon’s actions, slowly coming to you from across the room.

“You’ll have to stop right there, Oh. You might regret moving even your fingers because this room has already scanned and placed the both of you as intruders, readying itself to shoot you once I tell it to.” Junmyeon was mad enough to laugh. Only then did you realize he has really changed. In his all white uniform, he seemed like an angel, his eyes were once so soft, and a smile always on his lips. You dared to move closer to him.

You’ve noticed that the case containing the missile codes were on his hand. You had to distract him, fight him even to get the case, but not to the extent of killing him. You had no plans to kill him, you’d stop Sehun if he tried to do so. “This isn’t right, Junmyeon. You can still come back to the institute, I’ll as the head to make you the leader of the Twelve. I get out of the institute, I’ll give up my position for you. Please, Myeon, reconsider what you’re about to do.”

Junmyeon’s eyes were blank, he remained unmoving. “Do you really think I’m that easy to sway? It’s too late, Y/N. The moment you accepted that damn position, betrayed me, it was too late,” he sneered, unleashing his anger that seeped into his words, “The missiles will launch soon anyways.” He gave a look to the huge screen, eighty percent now flashing in the screen.

Anxiety hit you like a truck. It was as if you were paralyzed. He was stalling you to keep you away from disabling the missiles. Damn it. You stared back at him, teary eyed. “This isn’t the way.”

“Too late.” Indeed it was as Sehun punched him in the face. He was sneaking up behind you, taking advantage of Junmyeon’s divided attention, using the opportunity to keep Junmyeon from doing anything else. With Junmyeon on the floor, you hurried to a nearby computer, immediately accessing the multiple codes, remembering the code Chanyeol told you that would disable the missiles.

Sehun was struggling with Junmyeon. Both men have now risen to their feet, fighting with their fist. Junmyeon managed to dodge each of Sehun’s attacks, throwing Sehun against the wall as he hit Sehun repeatedly on the face, blood now pouring from Sehun’s forehead. “Looks like I won’t need a machine to kill you, Oh.”

Sehun strangely had the audacity to smirk. “Bullshit.” Sehun headbutted Junmyeon, causing the latter to stumble back, letting a string of curses fall from his lips as he held his head in pain. Sehun’s fist collided with Junmyeon’s stomach, so does his knee after. Throwing Junmyeon against the floor, Sehun covered Junmyeon’s mouth as his other hand placed your friend’s hands in a cuff.

You were right at the last letter when you heard the familiar sound of a gun clicking. The cold barrel pressed against your head, making you tense despite all your trainings.

“Jongin, what the hell are you doing here?” Sehun’s voice filled with disbelief and fury as he stared at his most loyal friend from the Twelve, Kim Jongin.

Jongin wore a small smirk, arms still extended as he held the gun against the back of your neck, watching you intently, while replying to Sehun. “Doing what needs to be done, and it seems like killing your girlfriend is one, Sehun.”

Despite the alarming situation, you thought to yourself. Girlfriend? How could you be Sehun’s girlfriend? You were both from the Twelve. Although you were the leader of the elite group, you never took the time to get to know Sehun. He was the killing machine of the group, indestructible and merciless. You’ve trained side by side since a young age along with the others, but he was a silent person, only communicating when necessary. His friendship with Jongin grew as they were in mission together quite often. But to you? He was out of reach.

You locked eyes with Sehun who was at your side, still holding Junmyeon against the wall. Those brown eyes of his remained unreadable, the many years of training being placed into effect as he quietly racked his mind for ways to disarm Jongin and keep Junmyeon from triggering the room’s security actions. Sehun met your eyes, and for what seemed to be the longest second, he allowed that veil to drop slightly as his eyebrows tensed in worry. He immediately placed his attention back towards Jongin. “What do you mean what has to be done? None of this makes any sense,” Sehun said with true confusion, unable to grasp the reason as to why members of the Twelve turned into traitors.

“Because we can’t let a girl lead the world’s most well known agency and much less the deadliest team in the world. It should have been Junmyeon. We are doomed to nothing but failure with her holding the reigns,” Jongin answered, hatred obvious in his voice. He was a playboy, his views on women downgraded by the way he played with them like as if they were new play things he could dispose at any moment.

The way he downgraded you, regardless of training and growing up with you, learning to teach each other as equals with the same potiential, hurt you. You thought he, at least, had some speck of respect for you and what you have achieved on your own. The fact that these men were going to destroy the capital over jealous was so stupid and idiotic, it boiled your blood. You only gave Sehun a warning look in your stare before you swirled around, hitting the gun away from Jongin’s hand.

The gun slid across the floor as you twisted his arm against his back and bringing him to the floor. Your knee pushed him against the floor as you allowed your anger to take over you, repeatedly hitting his head on the hard foundation.

It didn’t take long until you felt a Jongin go limp beneath your touch, body slumping against the floor as you let go of your hold on him. With even more blood staining you hands, you wiped away the sweat from your forehead as a disgusting smile of malice played on your lips. “A girl just fucking beat your weak ass, Kim.”

Returning to the computer, you typed in the last letter of the code, watching as the loading sign on the huge monitor decreased. With your anger boiling down, you once again faced your friend who was being held against the wall by Sehun. “It’s indeed too late to save you, Junmyeon. I hope you’ll have a nice time in the cells.”

Junmyeon smiled, causing a chill to run down your spine. “We’ll see about that.”

Before you know it, Junmyeon grew limp against the wall, a bloody knife on Sehun’s hand was discarded as he ran towards you. He was running but for what?

Then that ever so annoying sound of a barrel loading clicked once more, and the ringing sound of a gun being shot echoed through the room. Jongin was standing up, lips curled to a menacing smile as he fired at you. Bracing for impact, your heart grew wild yet deathly silent. This would be the very first mission you’ve failed, this would also be the last mission you’ll return from.

But the immense pain you expected was nothing than the warm hug of Sehun. His back arched as the bullet hit him, receiving the ultimate price for covering you.

You let out a cry, taking out your gun from your side immediately. With one arm supporting Sehun, you aimed towards Jongin, releasing the bullet. Even with your tears, you hit him right at the middle of his head. He deserved no more than it.

The weight against your body grew as Sehun’s body grew weaker. He groaned, slowly sliding down towards the ground with you. You placed your hand over the wound, putting pressure to stop the bleeding. For some reason, you couldn’t stop crying. Sehun was nothing more than your colleague, yet the stares he had been giving you moved you, his touches burned right through your pain, and the way he looked now, tired and aching, made holes on your chest like an invisible bullet.

You were getting hysterical as Sehun’s eyes wanted to shut close. He was trying to fight the pain and the sleepiness it brought with it. His eyes were focused on you so intently like as if he were saying something to you. They now looked over your whole face, taking into detail each inch of your skin and the blood it was smeared with. You couldn’t help but wipe away the blood from his face. “You shouldn’t have done that, you idiot. I could have taken care of it myself,” you scolded him, tears now uncontrollable.

Somehow, he had the strength to smile. “I know you could have, but that was something I just couldn’t watch, Y/N.”

After the last word, Sehun closed his eyes, the tiredness now luring him to the darkness, but you were doing just the same thing as you shook his shoulders, trying to keep him awake.

“Sehun! Sehun! Don’t you dare close your eyes even for a second. We’ll get help soon. Please just don’t. I know the team will be on their way.” You knew begging wouldn’t do anything, but Sehun was strong, doing his best to keep you sane, but he was losing his grip on his consciousness, desperately wanting to fall into the sleep he would never return from.

“Chanyeol! Chanyeol,” you roared against your microphone as you heard the signal once again, “Sehun’s been shot! Send the team to the control room now.”

“What?! Holy shit,” Chanyeol answered back, relief washing over you, “they’re on their way. They’re at the hallway now.”

The next few moments were hazy as the Twelve but now actually just ten barged into the room, some members with their arms up holding guns, while the others got their bloodied hands to protect themselves. Yixing was the first one to rush towards you and Sehun, hurriedly taking Sehun, analyzing the gun wound.

Baekhyun was now at your back, supporting you as your head got dizzy, while listening to Yixing. “We’ll need to move quickly if we want to save Sehun,” he said to the others as some instantly helped carry him out.

Kris and Minseok took Sehun with them, Yixing walking before them as they rushed out. The rest of the team took care of the codes and what else Junmyeon had planned. They carried out their former members’ bodies out, some of them were teary eyed as they did so.

At this point, you were seeing two of everything. Instead of worrying about your condition, your thoughts drifted off to Sehun. Small fractions of what had just happened replayed in your head, swirling your head with pain.

“Are you okay?” Baekhyun asked, but the words didn’t reach your ears before you collapsed against his toned body, and the world turned dark.

You woke up two days after the mission in a room just as sickly white. An IV was connected to you, while you were unconscious. The grief of losing Junmyeon, the tiredness from the mission, and the pain of watching Sehun getting shot took its toll on you. Baekhyun told you that the institute allowed you to have a month off of work. For the month off, you will be temporarily replaced by Jongdae, one of the most intelligent members of the Twelve or rather, Ten.

Luhan too came by with reports about Sehun’s condition. He hasn’t woken up until now. Yixing who was not only another member of the elite team but also a doctor was able to operate the surgery successfully, noting how smart Sehun has for making sure that the shot wouldn’t hit him at any vital areas, the bullet miraculously missing his left ventricle by a few inches.

Once you were discharged by Yixing, the first person you visited was Oh. You smacked your head for being stupid and not wearing a bulletproof vest before the mission. It could have prevented this from happening. You were in deep debt to Sehun for saving your life.

Now in the white uniform for patients, he was laid on his bed, still asleep. His left shoulder where the bullet had hit him was in bandages, while the other wounds on his head were covered in band aids. In fear of disturbing him, you quietly made your way to his side.

For what seemed to be the first time, you took in his features, and my God, he was beyond handsome. The curve of his lips, the sharp lines of his jaw, the arch of his eyebrows, and everything else were so breathtakingly perfect. How could such a handsome man accept such a risky job? How did you never notice his beauty?

Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, replaying those sweet moments of Sehun during the mission. His comforting touches, worried glances, and sacrifice made your heart swell with something you couldn’t identify yet.

Placing your hand against his cheek, touching the smooth skin beneath your finger, you wondered why did he protect you from that bullet when he was barely close to you. Why risk your life for someone who wasn’t of that much importance?

You remembered what Jongin called you; Sehun’s girlfriend. Blood felt hot against your skin as you felt a blush coming. It couldn’t be because he has feeling for you… could it?

You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn’t notice the warmth enveloping your hands as Sehun wrapped his fingers around your own. “What brings you here, love?” He teased, eyes glowing.

His actions took you by surprise, making your blood heat up with embarrassment. You stuttered as you answered, “Just making sure you’re alright after your little stunt.”

Sehun let out a small laugh, his thumb tracing circles against your hand. “I’m pretty sure that saving your life wasn’t a stunt, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but join him. You’ve added to your list what other things you haven’t noticed about him up to now; his laugh was infectious.

“Thank you, Sehun. If it weren’t for you, I would have been dead by now. I’m in great debt to you. I basically owe you my life.” That was all you say. Everything else would have just been fluff, the meaning dragged out too long.

One of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen, you’ve noted, was his smile. It was rare, angelic, and pure. Who knew the soulless killing machine had the capacity to smile?

Sehun moved away from the bed, leaning towards you. His lips against the skin of your cheek was a feeling you couldn’t describe. Your heart was racing so fast, your thoughts were all scrambled except one common thought; you were catching feelings for Oh Sehun.

When he pulled away, the smile was still intact, but with a little smirk as Sehun noticed the look of embarrassment in your eyes. “It seems like our pretty little leader is catching feelings for a particular someone who saved her life.”

Silence occupied the room. Sehun’s eyes were bearing into yours, his fingers still laced with yours. He was finding the moment funny, so you couldn’t let him have fun without you.

“It seems like our handsome little killing machine is also catching feelings for a particular someone who he sacrificed his life for.”

The next few moments came in full clarity and vibrancy as Sehun took your lips in his, kissing you gently before realizing the way your lips fit perfectly against each other and roughly kissing you with a newfound passion. You didn’t deny his statement nor did he. His right hand found their way to your cheek, holding you as he made the kiss deeper, swiping his tongue against your lip. A small moan of satisfaction left your lips, earning that famous smirk of Sehun.

The thought only struck you then. Maybe the mission wasn’t just about stopping the destruction of the capital. Maybe it was also a grand heist for Oh Sehun to steal your heart.

Your Laugh is the most beautiful thing I've heard

Bucky x reader

He didn’t think a laugh could make him forget his inner demons until he met you. You were a lab assistant for Bruce and spent a lot of time at the tower. He can’t remember what Tony said but he can remember that first laugh, it was loud and sounded like music to his ears. Your laugh was the reason he went out more. Your laugh was the reason he was smiling more. He would do anything just to hear that laugh. The first time he talked to you he fell in love with you. You have a tendency to talk a lot and others would zone out, not him, he was interested in your experiences, your jokes your life in general. You were his reason for getting out of bed and you didn’t even know it.

You had feelings for Bucky but you didn’t let them get the way though, you were professional. But that smile, that smile made you melt. If your jokes got him to smile you would keep telling them, if your stories made him smile when he thought you weren’t looking you’d keep telling them.

When you weren’t working with Bruce you would help tony and let’s just say sometimes Tony was an asshole. You don’t hold it against him though. He doesn’t really know how to not offend anyone.

Bucky was walking through the compound he had to ask Bruce about something but when he got to the lab he stopped. “Seriously (Y/N) I don’t think you should eat those,” you were trying to pry some potato chips from his hands. “Come on Tony one chip won’t hurt,” you whine while leaning over to grab them. Tony just chuckled,“in your case it will.” You paused for a second and stepped away,“ what’s that supposed to mean,” a confused expression took over your face. Bucky had to keep from going in there and killing Tony after what he said next. Tony scoffed,“ face it you’re good at science but you’re not the most…healthy looking.” You knew exactly what he meant,“you know what, keep the chips,” you said while turning away and going back to filling out reports.

After that moment you laughed less and barely said a word to Bucky. When you were invited to dinner you passed and said you weren’t hungry. At that moment he wanted to throw Tony off the roof and watch him die. He knew why you’d said no to hanging out with people even though you loved it. You were insecure and he wanted to be there to cheer you up.

The next day he found you sitting under a tree He figured you’d be there because he knew it calmed you and made you feel at peace. You flinched when you saw his shadow but looked at him. “Mind if I join,” he asked while playing with his thumbs. You looked surprised for a moment because he never asked to be near you it was usually the other way around.“no, not at all have a seat,” you said while patting a patch of grass next to you. He slowly sat down next to you and looked at the trees from below for a second. He could see how it calmed you, it was just peaceful. After a while he looked over at you and saw a look of contentment and smiled to himself. Eventually he got to the subject,“ are you okay (Y/N)?” You looked over at him and said,“just fine, why do you ask?” You had a tone of tiredness instead of your usual response. “Because you haven’t been eating, he started.“or smiling, or laughing.” You looked at him slightly confused,“what does my laugh have to do with anything?” He let out a chuckle smiling,“because your laugh is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. If I had to hear one sound for the rest of my life it would be your laugh or your voice. Not just your voice is beautiful, your body, your personality, and the way you have treated me like a human since the day I met you. You make me a better man (Y/N).” You were looking at him with pure awe, no one had ever said anything as meaningful as that to you in your life. And you believed it, every word. You felt that if he shared all of that you could share how you felt too. You took a deep breath,“Bucky, whenever I need someone to rant to, you’re there, whenever I need a shoulder to cry on, you’re there. And I’m there for you. You’ve seen me at my highest and lowest points. You might not think I know but I see when you smile at me out of the corner of my eye and it makes me happy. My long rants and constant jokes make someone happy, and that’s all I want. He looked at you as if he was contemplating something and finally he said,“you do more than just that,” your eyes shot up,“what.” He continued,“ ever since a saw you all I wanted to do was meet you, and when I met you I couldn’t stop thinking about you. What I’m trying to say is…,” he put his flesh hand in yours,“I’m in love with you.” “you’re not the only one”, you said moving your face closer. Your faces were inches apart now ,finally, you closed the gap. Your lips moved in sync and Bucky reached up to cup your face. When you were running out of air you pulled away. “Bucky, I don’t know where this will go, or what will happen but i know that I want to be with you,” you finally said. He smirked,“I hope we’ll be together for a long time then.” You let out your first laugh in a while,“I hope so too.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm currently writing a story in which the protagonist is blind. The story is set in a fantasy world, and I've found that it's difficult to find advice on how to write a blind character in a fantasy setting. Most articles I stumble across are about blind characters in the modern world. Do you have any tips on writing a blind fantasy character? I want to make sure my story doesn't sound super ridiculous (a huge part of the plot is that she can kick ass).

This is actually a topic that sits quite close-to-home with me. I’m not blind, however, I’m partially sighted. My left eye has no sight, and have reduced vision in my right. I don’t know things from a blind person’s perspective, but I’ll do my best from what I know and what I would do. 


If you are writing this story from a first-person perspective then you will need to think a novel way to include descriptions of your world. It’d actually be quite interesting, relying solely on sounds and the imagined landscapes of your protagonist. If they have not always been blind, then you could include things from that perspective too. 

Also, you must do a lot of research into how blind people cope doing simple every day tasks. A lot of tasks will be the same in a fantasy world as they are in a modern setting: getting dressed, washing pots, etc. But also blind people who, say, take archery classes or anything like that. A lot of cool RNIB groups take blind people out for activity days where they might do a lot of things your protagonist might end up doing.

Research How Blind People were Treated in Different Cultures

A lot of fantasy draws upon different cultures laws, traditions, etc, and plays with them to create a completely different world. 

Add a lot of historical cultures, too. Because in the modern day many cultures are bound by the UN and Geneva Human Rights conventions, but some practises, right or wrong or simply tradition, might have gone on beforehand. 

Here’s some to start you off;

The Human Condition is Still The Human Condition

I’ve often heard it said about fantasy and sci-fi that, all though the worlds are different and strange, the characters must be human. (Well, unless they are aliens—that’s another topic.) But they must feel things, think things, work things out. And, all though your protagonist lives in a world that’s not like our own, they will still no doubt have a lot of the same feelings. Especially if they are young. I don’t know how old you are going for here, but here’s some things that really effected me as a partially blind person and some people I knew from various projects who were actually blind. 

Being independent: A lot of us really wanted to be independent above all else, even when it made things harder for us. I was offered the chance to do exams in a separate area and be able to leave when I was done but I wanted to do them in the Hall and have to sit there for hours. We had teaching assistants who sat with us and most of us used every opportunity to ditch them or go without, half to prove we can do things by ourselves but half so we could join in. 

Joining in: This brings me happily onto my second point. A lot of that first point was solely just to be able to join in. Yes, in the modern day it’s more of a… ‘Man, I was I could play games well,’ thing, but in a fantasy world it might be some great Tourney or Hunt, or simple childhood games in the woods that the protagonist wishes to join in with. 

More than bullying, it was the people who tried to tell me I couldn’t do anything that hurt me. Bullies got told off sometimes, or came and went, but people like my mom or teachers saying what I couldn’t do; that sticks. 

TL:DR: It’s the circumstances that change, not the emotions. 

Avoid The Badass Blind Monk Who Can Kick Your Ass Trope

Yeah, unfortunately being blind can be a problem. As a half-blind person myself, and knowing how lucky I am to have any sight at all, I do find it annoying the amount of blind characters who seem to only be blind so that the audience can be amazed when they start pulling off amazing martial arts moves, or knowing exactly where things are to pick up, etc.

This isn’t to say your character won’t be able to learn martial arts, or maybe some magic that helps them with placement, etc. That’s fine. But please include drawbacks of actually being blind, things that blind readers would identify with and that readers with sight would learn a lot from. 

For example, yes, it can be quite scary, when you are alone, and you can’t open your eyes. You don’t know who’s around you, friend or foe or terrifying monster. The protagonist never has to admit their fears or problems to others if that’s their character, but they can admit them to themselves. And, in that way, they can hopefully overcome them, too. 

Finally, It’s not the best movie ever, but I’d also give The Village a watch, especially the scene in the forest. It handles the protagonist being blind quite well in that regard. But you’ll need to try and read some books that describe the situation, too.

Winter 2017 Wrapup

Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid

Originally posted by xramensoup

I didn’t have many expectations for this show going into it and I ended up pleasantly surprised with it. Kyoani waved their magic wand and made the show absolutely adorable and mostly fluffy, but also included some unexpectedly gorgeous fight scenes between the dragons. The show had some moments of absolute hilarity as well as genuine heart felt moments between Kobayashi and Tohru, but at the same time it had bits that made me go this is everything that’s wrong with anime. Overall I did enjoy it quite a bit, but I don’t think it’s the strongest work Kyoani has done in awhile. 


Youjo Senki (Saga of Tanya the Evil)

Originally posted by goku-z

Initially this was not a show on my radar but I kept hearing and seeing things here and there about and decided to give it a go once I was done with the season. I didn’t have any expectations because the studio doing it, NUT, is new and the director is also fairly new, so not much to judge off of. But it was a lot of fun! It takes place in alternate universe WWI with magic, and our main character Tanya the Evil is in fact not a very good person. The show sets up and executes how a world war happens, and also has some very real criticisms of human nature and war. My main complaints are s2 please, recycled CG elements (almost entirely background stuff. I’ll give the new studio some slack but it did take away some of the immersion a few times), and occasionally going a little bit too far towards edgy rather than dark. All said and done I thought it was executed well and an enjoyable watch. It’s fun to watch a show where the MC is definitely not a great person, and the side they fight for may be in the wrong, or at least isn’t definitively in the right. If you’re a fan of war shows, I’d give this one a try. 


KonoSuba S2

Originally posted by hiratzuka

Konosuba is back with more hilarity and hi-jinks from the gang of idiots. Darkness didn’t get a whole lot of focus in the first season, but she does in this one. Her masochistic tendencies are ramped up to the extreme and the show basically makes her the joke at every point possible. Personally I felt like it focused a bit much on her and some of the jokes started to get repetitive, but despite that it never failed to entertain. If you liked the first season you’ll like the second season. The hot springs trip was definitely the highlight of the show, with Aqua’s church cult being an unexpectedly humorous event. Overall a great sequel to the first season, but I think I liked the first season just a bit more. 


Gabriel Dropout

Originally posted by hiratzuka

For me this was the moe SoL comedy staple of the season. If you’ve seen a few of them already you can basically guess most of the jokes and gags in this one, but it was still fun throughout. I’m always impressed with authors find new ways to somehow get people into a high school and make a SoL comedy out of it. Vigne and Satania stole the show, leaving Gabriel and Raphiel behind for the most part. Doga Koba also did that thing were they have moe SoL down to a science and made it amazingly cute and fluffy. Solid pick for a comedy, but ultimately not much new. 


Demi-chan (Interviews with Monster girls)

Originally posted by mimi-pearlbaton

The only thing I knew about this show was that it looked cute and Hikari was in fact adorable. I was genuinely impressed with some of the directing in this show. Moe SoLs aren’t typically heralded for their plot and thoughtful discussion of more serious themes, but Demi-chan is a bit of an exception. This sounds like the sort of show that I would enjoy a lot, but I ended up pretty bored with it. I’m not sure why, but I think it’s because of the character dynamics. It was basically Hikari and then two much more subdued characters and the dynamics never really felt quite right. While it was a much more laid back show, it lacked energy when it needed it. I’ll finish it sometime, but I was a little underwhelmed by it. 


Little Witch Academia

Originally posted by gurikajis

The TV show ended up very different than the OVAs from what I watched. This is not a bad thing, but it meant that my initial expectations of the show were way off. For now I’ve got it on hold until the whole is released on Netflix and I can watch it a lot quicker than once a week. 


Kemono Friends

Originally posted by srchani

I only watched the first episode to see what all the hullabaloo was about. I intend to finish it at some point, but for now it’s on hold. Honestly it’s a miracle this show even managed to exist. I want to watch just for the sake of the creators. 


Anime of the season goes too…. Youjo Senki! The show I really knew nothing about ended up impressing me the most. I’m looking forward to more shows from NUT (hopefully S2). Had I watched 3-gatsu or Shouwa Genroku s2 either of those probably would have been AotS, but I didn’t. They are on my list of things to watch though. 

Thieves Among Us (3/5)

Let Jon have his armies and his devoted wildlings and the love of their people, she thinks. Let him have his dragon queen. She’s in possession of a secret, tragic as it may be, but at least it’s entirely her own. For Sansa, that’s more than enough. It has to be. Rated M; inspired by content from S7. Previous chapters can be found here.

Sansa’s eyes dawned with realization while she stared back at him, her face a kaleidoscope of surprise and panic that burst wide open before swallowing itself up again as she recovered from his unexpected appearance.  

“Hello, Jon,” she greeted evenly. Sansa may have had the sense to speak first, but her tone was distant—as distant as it had been when she’d spoken to him on the rampart. It was like she had thrown ice water over him, jolting him out of his dazed bewilderment. The fact that she sounded so casual, as if her presence wasn’t anything strange to ponder over whatsoever, only set him off the edge just a little further.

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genre: fluff
word count: 980
notes: shapeshifter!reader; inspired by x.
synopsis: her main form is a black kitten and jaebum.. just really wants to pet her.

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anonymous asked:

this might be a bit of a stretch but solas(dragon age) and shepard(mass effect) + difference for the prompt? em, dont feel forced to do this one since its kinda out there!

OK, I’m determined, I’m going to write something for this. Longer than the original 5-10 sentence task and not really the shippiest of responses, but here we go. I’m gonna write Solas into Mass Effect. *cracks knuckles*

“Do not do this.” His voice trembled despite himself, the Dread Wolf’s confident facade crumbling as he watched the Inquisitor raise the artifact, its arcane light catching in her eyes as they glistened, wet with unshed tears. 

“I’m sorry, vhenan,” she whispered. “You left me no choice.”

He lifted his hand, reaching out for her, his throat tightening as he choked out a final word. “Please-”

And then, there was darkness. 

He had underestimated her. Given other circumstances, he might have been proud. Her solution had been far more elegant than the plan he’d concocted to stop the Evanuris. She didn’t need to change the very nature of the world to imprison him. Instead, she trapped him inside his own mind. A dreamless sleep - his consciousness cut off from the world, from her, from the Fade, from the spirits who had brought him so much comfort and companionship over those long years before he met her. There was only a sinking moment of helplessness, a feeling of being stripped bare and hollowed out, a second of useless struggling and then…. nothing.

An utter void.

He had no concept of how much time had passed before he heard the voice. Thin, high and reedy, bearing the quickened cadence of speech and yet Solas could not recognize the language it spoke. He opened his eyes only to squeeze them shut once more, wincing at the harsh, blinding light that surrounded him. A second voice joined the first - softer, feminine - her words sounding just as foreign but in a completely different manner from the first. Yet the two spoke in turn as if they understood one another as Solas got his bearings, forcing himself to sit upright as his head spun. His body felt weak - how long had he slept? - and it took time for his vision to adjust to the strange, artificial light in the room. It had an odd, bluish quality to it, not like firelight or sunlight and twice as bright as either. It made the walls around him seem even more strikingly void of color, surrounded by nothing but dull silver paneling. The only familiar thing he could see lay about his person - a sarcophagus of sorts, clearly decorated with care, though the once-beautiful stone carvings had worn down over the ages. 

There was only one person who would have gone to such trouble to give him an honored burial. 

He was abruptly drawn from his thoughts as a sharp pain erupted from the side of his throat, an odd mechanical hiss sounding seconds after the foreign object pierced him. Solas drew back quickly, nearly toppling out of his carved encasement as he whirled to face his attacker, summoning energy for a spell on reflex as his feet hit the floor.

The…. thing that had touched him did not seem alarmed, staring at a narrow beam of orange light as it set down the implement it had just used to strike him. The light before it shifted, changing into varying unfamiliar patterns and when it next spoke, Solas was surprised to hear it speak in Common. “Hmm. Energy readings. Unidentified. Source and purpose unknown. Increased activity in frontal lobe accompanied by electrical activity in the hands. Strange. Might be coincidental. Unclear how stasis was achieved. Unfamiliar technology. Body clearly nourished, yet source of fuel undetermined. No signs of decomposition. No muscle deterioration. Yet containment does not appear to generate any sort of protective field. No time dilation or cryotech. Just stone. Odd. Otherwise, humanoid. One heart. Nearly identical circulatory system and organ structure to the people of your planet. Will need to analyze DNA to be certain, but-”

“Slow it down, Mordin,” the female voice said again. Solas sought the source of the sound, relieved to see a more familiar form. Human, yes, but at least she was something he could identify, unlike the tall and slim figure who continued to poke at a strangely-marked panel. She was not dissimilar to Cassandra in her height and physique, clad in a slim-fitting black uniform, her hand resting warily on the device she had strapped to her hip. “Just give me the basics.”

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Pharmercy Appreciation Week: Day 6 - Wedding

I have to go back and do days 4 and 5 because this weekend was much busier than I anticipated … but here’s day 6. :’)

Summary: Lena and Emily get married; Angela asks Fareeha to be her date.


Lena announces her wedding date a year before it happens. She and Emily are ecstatic, in love, totally and completely happy. Angela’s happy for them, too. Happier still when she goes to the bachelorette party a month out (both of them) - ridiculously happy to drag a drunken Farreha home after one, and then to have been escorted home drunkenly at the other by the same woman.

A week out and Emily calls her to go to lunch and Angela accepts willingly. Sitting across from the red head, sipping coffee after her meal Emily finally leans forward and, looking almost too serious says:

“So have you asked Fareeha to be your date yet?”

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anonymous asked:

I know you said no more fox hux but I love the headcanon you made about him being scared of thunder. Maybe, if you feel like it, could you write something for it? please?

Kylo isn’t sure what sound rouses him from sleep.

Whether it’s the rumble of thunder, the crack of lightning or the rain pounding on the window, Kylo is now wide awake regardless.

It’s the middle of the night, Kylo notes as he blinks himself into alertness, realising that his fox isn’t lying next to him like he was hours ago when they’d fallen into bed.

“Hux?” Kylo shouts, sitting up, noting that their bathroom light isn’t on so Hux isn’t in there.

But there comes another flash of lightning before the noise of thunder follows a few seconds later, and then frightened whimpers sound from underneath the bed.

Kylo frowns, climbing out of bed to look underneath, only to see Hux huddled in on himself, lithe body shaking, eyes scrunched closed and his fox ears flattened to his head.

“Oh, Hux,” Kylo says softly, kneeling down, surprised that Hux has managed to even fit underneath their bed. “Is it the thunder?”

“I hate it, Kylo,” Hux says, hands covering his human ears. “It’s so loud and bad and–”

Another flash, another rumble. Hux cowers and Kylo’s heart flutters. He reaches under the bed, stroking down the soft curve of the fox’s back and to his tail, smoothing the wayward fur back into place.

“Come back into bed, sweetheart,” Kylo says. “It’s warmer, I’ll protect you.”

Hux opens his eyes and moves his hands away from his ears, and slowly crawls out from underneath the bed and into Kylo’s arms, who lifts him bridal style into a strong embrace. Nuzzling his nose into Kylo’s neck, the fox cries quietly as his mate holds him tight, the rain hammering down on their windows. They settle back into bed and Hux nestles as close to Kylo’s chest as he can manage, his fox ears tickling the underneath of Kylo’s chin.

“Ssh, it’s alright,” Kylo smiles, kissing the top of Hux’s head. “It can’t hurt you.”

“That’s what my mother used to tell me and my brothers,” Hux murmurs, and Kylo feels his lover tremble. “Even on the same night as–”

Hux’s voice trails off, pulling the blankets over them as the lightning and the thunder finally sync, the rumble sounding at the same time as the big flash.

“Same night as what, Hux? Talk to me. You’re shaking.”

The rain eases as the storm passes over their apartment building, moving with the winds. The fox breathes out, his ears returning to their usual alertness rather than flatten to his head against the loud assaults from the storm. He pushes himself out of Kylo’s hold, brushing stray hair out of his eyes as he sits up, back against the headboard, grey tee baggy on his small frame.

“The same night as the fire.”

Kylo sits up too, unnerved by the fearful looks in the fox’s eyes.

“The fire?”

Hux nods.

“I was part of a litter of four.” A small smile ghosts Hux’s lips. “Four boys to one parent. Our mother did her best for us but a litter of any more than 2 to a kitsune, male or female, means a lot of energy so the pups can be a handful.”

Kylo can’t help but imagine Hux as a small boy, able to shift into a little foxling, playing with his 3 brothers whilst their mother sat nearby and watched over her children with a proudness in her eyes.

“You’ve never mentioned your brothers before,” Kylo says, smiling, but it fades when he sees Hux’s expression fall.

“I’m the only one left.”

Kylo’s chest clenches, and tears fall from Hux’s eyes.

“It was the worst storm I’ve ever seen. My mother tried to take us deeper into the forest to find shelter after our den had been destroyed but everywhere was engulfed in flames. One of my brothers was injured, and whilst running back to help him, another became hurt and they were lost to the fire. I remember running to them but falling instead, slipping down into a hole in the forest floor and…that’s all I remember. I woke up to my home destroyed and my family with it. My three brothers and my mother. So you see, I have no brothers to talk about.”

Without hesitating, Kylo takes Hux into his arms, kissing his cheek and rubbing his nose against him like he knows comforts Hux in a way that only a fellow kitsune would know. Hux cries into his mate’s shoulder as the thunder fades completely into the distance, leaving the softly-falling rain the only sound to comfort them.

“I’m sorry, Hux,” Kylo says, wishing he could somehow stop his fox from hurting. “I’ve lost family too. Not in the same way, but…I know the grief kills a little part of you every time you think of them.”

“Their spirits live on with mine,” Hux says, sitting up to look at Kylo’s eyes. “That’s what we believe. Kitsunes. Death means the joining of souls, giving strength to the ones still fighting in Life. But…I still miss them.”

Kylo doesn’t know how to respond. Feeling compelled as Hux’s only remaining family, and mate, he takes hold of his hand and squeezes hard.

And to his delight, Hux squeezes back, equally as sorry about Kylo’s own pain.

“It’s alright, Ren,” Hux nods, tail wafting behind him. “I have you.”

“You do,” Kylo says softly, bringing Hux’s knuckles up to his lips to kiss. “You always will. By the spirits of your brothers, I swear it.”

And Hux’s eyes glow like Kylo has never seen before.

theemoestdemon  asked:

(i didn't know requests were open lol but here goes) Anyway, I've had this idea all week!! Basically Tom and Marco have to share a bed for whatever reason (And this takes place before they become a thing) and Marco wakes up and Tom starts snuggling with him in his sleep. (Bonus if Tom starts purring)

OMG I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS!!!!! I hope you enjoy the story! It doesn’t start off Tomco so it comes in a bit as a surprise! I hope you enjoy!

“So Janna and I will stay in the other room, you and Tom can bunk here?” Star suggested at random. Marco gave a thumbs up and Star shook Janna awake, who was a sleep on the floor. The group had taken a trip to another dimension, trying to have a fun little vacation, but it had derailed when they got lost. Now they were staying at some unknown motel in the middle of nowhere. The girls went off into the other mini-bedroom and Tom crawled up on the bed. He curled up like a cat and closed his eyes. Marco laughed.

“Move over.” He gave Tom a gentle shove and the demon snickered, still pretending to be asleep. Marco pulled the blanket over them, and after such a long day of wandering around lost, they fell asleep at once.


Marco rolled over and his eyes fluttered open. He always had trouble sleeping in a new place. Usually he would fall right back asleep, but this time something kept him up. Marco looked over and saw Tom was curled in a tight little ball whimpering in his sleep. “Is he… having a bad dream?” Marco whispered.

Marco bit his lip when Tom gripped the sheets and whimpered again. Without thinking, he just moved closer to the demon. Tom at once latched on to Marco like a koala and snuggled close to the human in his sleep. Marco gasped, but as soon as Tom began to cuddle close to Marco his whimpering stopped and he rested peacefully.

Marco swallowed hard and gently put his arms around the sleeping demon. Tom slept soundly and Marco began stroking his head. He gasped lightly when he heard Tom began to purr lightly at the contact. Marco continued to scratch his ears and pet his head and the demon purred louder. Marco smiled lightly and covered Tom up with the blanket. He didn’t know what was going through his head, but all of the sudden he felt the need to keep Tom safe.


The next morning Tom yawned and opened his eyes. He saw Marco fixing his hair in the mirror and sat up. “Good morning.” Tom rubbed his eyes.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” Marco asked, trying to sound like nothing happened. Tom fell silent and thought for a long while.

“Actually… really well.” He admitted.

“You say that like you don’t usually.” Marco laughed lightly. Tom tried to force a laugh too but ended up playing with his thumbs. Marco sighed and turned to look at the demon. “Um… we’re friends now.” Marco reminded. “You can talk to me.” he promised.

Tom nodded. “Yeah… you’re right.” He brushed his hair out of his face. His third eye was still squinted sleepily. “It’s… I just have nightmares sometimes… it’s not a big deal I just… don’t sleep well.” He mumbled. Tom then looked up. “But I slept just fine last night.” Tom added, smiling a little. Marco blushed a tad, thinking that might have had something to do with him.

“Well you looked adorable.” Marco whispered. Tom looked up.

“What was that?” He asked. Marco blushed furiously and jumped.

“N-nothing! I said uhm… I said that you looked like you slept fine is all.” Marco cleared his throat and Tom nodded, getting up to get ready for the day. Marco cleared his throat nervously and waited for Star and Janna to finish getting ready. Just watching Tom try and brush his tangled hair was making Marco nervous. Why was being near this demon making arco so nervous.

“Are you guys ready to go?” Janna asked, poking her head in the door. Star jumped behind her and Marco scrambled to put his shoes on.

“Yes! Yes let’s go now!” Marco ran quickly out of the room. Star looked at Marco confused and Tom shrugged. He followed Marco out and Janna and Star were close behind. Tom watched the human skip nervously and felt himself blush. It was nice being so close with the human, he made Tom feel… safe? But that was crazy. No way could he love a human. It was impossible for a demon to love a human!

But Tom felt himself falling hard and fast.

anonymous asked:

Could you do hcs with everyone (or as many as you can/want) with dyslexic s/o? A lot of people I've asked have said no but you seem aright with it.

Totally fine with doing dyslexic s/o. Sorry for any misrepresentations or mistakes. And no, unfortunately I cannot do all of them, especially at once. So i chose 3 characters, mostly at random. Hope you enjoy


  • Didn’t realize at first that you were dyslexic
  • When you two first met she’d been showing you some of her work on her computer. Finally you had to ask her to read some of the things for you, mostly because you didn’t want to take up too much time or bore her by trying to take the time to read it yourself
  • Felt bad at first, like somehow your dyslexia was her fault
  • But then she realized you really weren’t much different from her and that she honestly wanted to know more about you
  • Really liked how it never seemed to hold you back from doing anything
  • The two of you ended up dating and moving into a cute loft in her home country
  • A lot of the time you two like laying on your bed snuggled together
  • After having grown comfortable around Sombra, your dyslexia really didn’t seem to matter to either of you
  • You liked to read the news articles or stories you found on the internet to her
  • Loves to listen to you read, even when you struggle
  • Never interrupts you
  • Some days she’ll lay on the love seat with her head in your lap while she’s on her laptop doing hacking work, and will fall asleep to the lull of your voice as you read short stories to her


  • Honestly, he was a bit of an ass at first
  • Was one of those douches who acted like you weren’t capable, and treated you like you were a child for your disability
  • Gradually he realized how you never let your disability stop you from doing your reports or other things that mattered to you, even when you needed a bit of help with them
  • Eventually he apologized, though gruffly, for acting as he did
  • Ended up with a crush on you before you fell for him
  • One morning you found him reading the newspaper. You saw a headline that caught your interest. It was the only paper so you hesitantly sat down next to him and asked if he’d read it to you
  • Soldier had hesitated, then handed you the newspaper and asked if you’d like to read it to him instead. He promised not to be a jerk and would only assist if you asked for it
  • Helped you only a few times, and you found him watching you with a odd look that kind of sent butterflies to your tummy
  • You two ended up growing closer, and eventually dating
  • Once punched another member right in the face for making a rude comment about your dyslexia
  • You love it now when he reads the newspaper to you in the mornings. And now that you share the same bed, the two of you have fallen into the habit of you reading a chapter of a book each night to him
  • The sound of your voice is one of the prettiest things to him


  • Found one of her squad getting angry at you for not being able to read the coordinates for a mission location
  • When she learned you had dyslexia, she turned the full brunt of her anger on the other team member
  • She thought it was despicable that they were treating you like that
  • Later she pulled you aside after a mission. She asked if you were sure you wanted to stay in that line of work, especially when silent communication, coordinates and codes were used so often
  • You’d seen her group in action and had really wanted to join them. You made that clear but also told her that if she thought you should, you’d go because you didn’t want to hold them back
  • So instead, with your permission, she asked you if you’d like some lessons from her in the basics of codes.
  • It made you nervous because for one, you had a huge crush on the commanding Egyptian. And for another, you’d never met anyone who understood nor had the patience for your disability
  • Pharah told you that bluntly that she didn’t think you were stupid. You were a smart human being, like anyone else. it just took you a little longer for certain things.
  • So reluctantly you spent two hours with her each day. To your surprise, you found her to be super patient. She happily repeated herself as many times as you asked, explaining it in as many ways as you needed. Not once did was she rude or impatient
  • For the first time you really felt like you were learning something and having an intellectual conversation. It was less about the fact that you were talking about codes and more that there was a mutual respect when the two of you worked. Pharah quizzed you once or twice verbally and you were so happy to get the majority right.
  • Your team was even impressed with your progress and also cheered you along, especially since Pharah made it clear that a team that didn’t stick together wasn’t a team she cared to have
  • The two of you started dating a month after the lessons started. Although not a professional, you were proud of your progress with the codes and likes to practice with her sometimes on random days
  • Pharah was incredibly sweet and never treated you different, nor less then the person she believed you to be

Sometimes you choose what to write about; sometimes it chooses you. A recent issue of Sports Illustrated featured a fascinating article by Susanna Schrobsdorff about the Rallye Aïcha des Gazelles du Maroc, an all-female, off-road rally that’s held every year in the Moroccan desert. Women compete in teams of two, driving 4x4s, trucks, crossovers, quad bikes, or motorbikes. It’s not about speed: they have to get from checkpoint to checkpoint using only a map and a compass, and the winners are those who travel the fewest kilometers—that is, those who navigate best. So I was thinking about why someone might want to do this… and then I noticed that Schrobsdorff had written that the mechanics who travel along as part of the rally’s huge retinue of support personnel are all men. And I thought, Well, this certainly won’t do. My disclaimer here is that I did a lot of reading about the rally, but I’m sure I’ve got tons of details wrong. Also my French is about as bad as my other non-English languages. Anyway, this piece is proceeding kind of like Pilot, in that something seems to want to be said, but I’m not quite managing to say it.


Myka drinks from her late-afternoon-lukewarm water bottle and wishes she were asleep. Being the only woman among a fraternity of men who think they know more than she does is always exhausting. Being the only woman on a forty-person team of mechanics that’s supporting a nine-day, all-woman off-road rally in the Moroccan desert? There’s probably a word for how much heavier that is, but Myka doesn’t know it. It’s only three days in, and she’s slipping into a very familiar trough of wondering why she ever said she’d do this again, the parched back of her mind cursing the name of the Army buddy who first got her this gig six years ago.

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No Groping In Aisle 10, Please [EruRi]

I swear I’m posting another chapter of this tonight. In the meantime, on the off chance you followed me for original content (??), please have this while I go write some plotless pr0n. Hannes is suffering in the next chapter, poor man.

[teen+, ~1.5k of utter silliness] inspired by this ;) zed im luv u

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“he doesn’t look like a demon.”


“he doesn’t act like one either.”


a cloud string stuck between his teeth, yoongi glances over and scowls. they’ve been around long enough that he’s accustomed to namjoon’s curious equilibrium pertaining to both his thoughts and his communications, but sometimes he wishes the younger angel would just say what he’s thinking at the time. instead, he knows he’ll likely have to wait a full lunar cycle for the other’s opinion on what they should do, which means that they will also be housing an unofficial prisoner for just as long. his gaze trickles to the sleeping demon, lingers on the way he curls in on himself slightly, gets picky about whether the colors going prismatic in his hair are closer to pink or peach tones.

“how d'you get lost between heaven and hell anyway? there are signs!” his words come out round and thinly lisping as he moves the cloud string to one side of his mouth, finishes tying off the intricate braid with deft fingers and finally lets it go, watches that single string become hundreds that span out the way a fan unfurls, pinpricks of light dotting unevenly down their lengths like lost constellations. this is yoongi’s job, has been for centuries, to untangle the stars of heaven and send them singing each coming night. namjoon has long been the one to corral them every morning, leading them back to yoongi who complains here and there that namjoon could stand to keep them in better order but namjoon just laughs and tells him that’s yoongi’s job, not his.


it strikes namjoon as odd that for so much time things have been the same, strikes him in fact as slightly alarming that on this new moon he stumbled across a demon denoted only by the pinks of his eyes and the soft coiling shadow magic in his voice. to look at him, namjoon would have guessed he was a new angel, but not so.

“what’s your name?” he asked and the demon scrunched his nose, lowered his head, rested his hand at the back of his neck – made namjoon feel guilty for holding him up of all things and said,

“i don’t know.”


cross-legged, yoongi moves his frown from the demon to his best friend and sighs.

“hey are you listen–”

“i don’t think he knows one way or the other.”

yoongi blinks. namjoon shrugs.

“he doesn’t know his own name. i don’t think his grasp on location’s any better.”

the corner of heaven that they live in seems always placed between true morning and the end of night – not bright enough to be day but light enough to be open, a silver-white quality that drapes itself over every aspect from the garden to the slow-moving river. yoongi and namjoon too have a slightly softened aura about them, as if all their time in heaven has muted their sharps, which makes the demon stand out all the more: those pinks and peaches, that feather of blue, all of it. yoongi finds himself crouching near him, tilting his head.

“we could just return him,” yoongi muses but the way he reaches out to run his fingers curiously through the demon’s hair says otherwise.

“when he wakes up, we’ll ask.” for the most part, namjoon and yoongi each do what they want, but sometimes his friend gets this tone, a sort of weight in his voice that yoongi recognizes finally as a no-argument sensibility. they used to fight all the time, roiling storms that shook their stars and made even the mornings dark stormy creatures. these days they know each other better, sometimes to a fault; and it’s not that yoongi always agrees but in this case he doesn’t care to debate it. what’s the harm in a house guest when all they’re doing is sleeping?

in his sleep, the demon mumbles and yoongi leans closer, catches the whispering end of his dream:

“—n’t belong…mm?”

what yoongi feels: hurt. even if he doesn’t know why.

what namjoon notices: the soft relaxing of yoongi’s posture, the awkward way he tugs the blanket of spring cloud up to the demon’s shoulder which only ends in it skewing off of him as he rolls in his sleep, the slightly petulant jut of his lip when the demon does so.

well then.

namjoon reclines on his side and watches the souls below pass the way the humans watch cars in distant cityscapes, thinks: sure there are signs between heaven and hell but it probably doesn’t matter if you don’t know who you are. thinks: this boy bleeds of demon but dreams like a mortal.

and that can’t be right.

can it?

shuffling gets him to raise his gaze even as yoongi drops down beside him, their shoulders brushing.

“you gonna report him?” namjoon already knows the answer.

“not in a hurry.”

he laughs as yoongi uses his lower back as a pillow.

“then i guess we wait.”

out the corner of his eye he sees yoongi raise a hand above, splay his fingers, and sigh, watches sterling lights dance at the tips of those fingers and thinks what he has always thought about yoongi – even when they fought, even when they felt imprisoned together rather than bonded – thinks: beautiful. and he knows too that yoongi would laugh, would duck his head and probably shove him away in response but to namjoon that’s fine because that’s just yoongi.


when the demon wakes, he opens his eyes to one angel waving goodbye to another, catches him saying, “make sure you get them all!”

“i always do,” the taller one says and the demon can’t decide if the clouds swallow him up or if he becomes a cloud – though both seem equally strange.

“get what?” he hears himself ask then covers his mouth. he didn’t mean to actually ask him, but then the angel’s sharp dark eyes are on him so he sits up straight and tries not to look as unsettled as he feels.

“stars,” the angel says and the demon wonders if he’s making fun of him, if he’s joking. maybe he realizes because he chuffs a laugh – a low, soft almost purr of a sound and says, “that’s his job here.” from certain angles the demon thinks this shorter angel has starlight in his hair and across his skin, wonders what his job is if it’s the other’s to gather.

“where am i?” he asks, quieter this time.

“north star of heaven,” the angel says and then, brow quirking, adds, “where did you mean to go?”

the way the demon looks down at his own hands, the way he bites the inside of his cheek, says enough.

like his name, like anything at all, somehow the demon finds only one commonality: a soft void. if he was to try to put it into words he would say that it feels like these things he should know, these things that are a part of him, were stolen. but his nerves knot up in his chest, leave him clumsy in expression, anxious with his empty hands so all he says is all he has,

“i don’t know.”

yoongi sighs.



Modern AU where Solas and Lavellan are grad students who get pulled into Varric’s tabletop roleplay campaign in which they play themselves from Dragon Age: Inquisition. Fluff, angst, and meta ensues.

If you’ve enjoyed Solas Romance D&D, it’s a fanfic now.
[Ch 2]

If her tall beautiful ears don’t give her away, the vallaslin on her face certainly does: elven, Dalish.

Her chocolate eyes meet his, and she waves at him from the checkout line. He smiles and joins her, blocking out the stares and whispers from the humans around them. Perhaps it was naive of him to think after their first term at the University of Orlais the humans would have gotten over the token elves.

She gives him an enthusiastic one-armed hug. “It’s so good to finally be meeting you properly.”

“It is,” he agrees as he pulls back. “Strange we haven’t done so before now.”

“We’ve passed each other enough times in the Magical Studies building, you’d think we would have.”

They move up in the line and place their orders at the campus bagel sandwich restaurant. She orders something with turkey and pesto on an everything bagel. He goes for smoked salmon on pumpernickel.

“So how do you know Varric?” she asks as they wait.

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Ok but like for real “Where I End And You Begin (The Sky Falling In)” has a really interesting Weird resonance to it, like the entire song is about the uncrossable barrier between the self and the Other, and that barrier is made more alien and insurmountable and infuriating as the song progresses (I’m sorry for us/the dinosaurs roam the earth/The sky turns green/where I end and you begin… I can watch but not take part/where I end and where you start…). So I think when paired with the sliding, oozing layered electronic warbles, grounded in the drum and bass lines, you get this sense of the Other as a figure of both repulsion and allure, of need.

This leads to the monstrous apocalyptic conclusion where the Other is consumed in order to be fully known in precisely the way the Weird, with its ontology that defies knowledge, can’t be. There will be no more lies. I’m not sure quite what to do with the fact that the layers of electronic sound almost swamp the vocals at this point–perhaps it’s a mutual consumption? It’s got a feel, to me, not unlike Human Instrumentality–the collapsing of all barriers.

In summary, Radiohead wrote a song about voring Cthulhu. 

Then followed it up with a song that predicted Peter Thiel.

anonymous asked:

2. Just another thing wrong with tvd, there's no follow through. and I do agree about them not knowing how to write relationships. I know JP has said that she likes angst with her couples but if you can't even convince your audience that a certain couple are a couple then what are you doing?!? lol That's why DE is a joke and I don't understand why DE fans aren't mad about how their 'couple' was written. Because DE was and is awful writing and I don't think I've ever come across such.

I don’t know if there was a part 1 to to this ask but I’ll just answer part 2 :)

Here is the thing about angst and about Julie saying that she likes angst with her couples. What does she think angst is? Because when I think of angst I think of this:

Because when you look up angst this is the characterization of the word: “Angst, often confused with anxiety, is a transcendent emotion in that it combines the unbearable anguish of life with the hopes of overcoming this seemingly impossible situation“ and that’s exactly Stelena because every single one of this gifs takes place in a moment where one of them or both of them are experiencing “the unbearable anguish of life” whether it’s Elena going with Klaus to “die” or Stefan fighting for his humanity/against his darker nature and the two of them being together, holding each other, talking to each other, dancing with one another, kissing one another is the “hope of overcoming this seemingly impossible situation” SE is the definition of angst.

But DE and SC are just anxiety. All Damon and Elena did was go “I love you more than humanly possible!” “But we’re bad for each other!” “We need to break up!” SEX. “We still need to break up!” “I love you more than humanly possible!” “But we’re bad for each other!” “We need to break up!” SEX “We still need to break up!” “I love you more than humanly possible!” Like just that same cycle, that same exhausting point being made again and again and again, that is not angst, that’s just tiring and Elena constantly assuring Damon that she loves him and constantly coddling his ego and him being worried about her not wanting him anymore if she’s human, that’s just anxiety and insecurity like watching SE makes me go:

watching DE makes me go:

And then Steroline.

Julie, JULIE, they’re not a believable couple! What about them exactly is angsty? Them simply being apart is not angst, Stefan just looks and sounds and feels completely disengaged with Caroline and the relationship, like if you want angst you don’t have this:

you have this:

If you want me to believe that they’re both “madly” in love then don’t give me this:

give me this:

Angst requires passion and passion is something that SC is severely lacking, which is sad because I thought they had some great passion in season 6 and they had their moments in 7x01 but it’s like when Caroline and Stefan finally got together it fizzled out and Caroline is manically worrying about what she means to Stefan, what their relationship means at all and keeps trying to give him “outs” and Stefan has his monotonous “I love you” and we’re supposed to be satisfied with that? It isn’t angsty. The one plotline they had that could create angst, which was being unable to physically touch each other lasts TWO episodes and they both look mildly irritated by that than like OMG I JUST WANT TO TOUCH YOU AND BE WITH YOU PLEASE GOD and THAT is angst. So when I watch SE I’m like:

And when I watch SC I’m like:

Like Real People Do

For Jane. Happy Birthday, my buddy, my pal. You wonderful human bean, thank you for existing.

This is a continuation of the florist!Annabeth rockstar!percy verse which a few people had requested

Annabeth smoothed down the front of her striped dress, analysing herself in the dusty mirror in the back of the shop. It was too late to change now, as she’d agreed for Percy to pick her up from here and not her apartment, but she couldn’t help fretting over the details of her outfit.

She couldn’t help remembering that Percy was a famous rockstar and she was the owner of a small and insignificant flower shop. Couldn’t help remembering that he had toured the world and she had never gone outside of Long Island.

The bell out front chimed and Annabeth stole one last critical look in the warped mirror, sighing, before ducking out of the back room. Percy was gently closing the front door when she emerged. He looked far tidier than the last time she had seen him, three days ago in this very shop. He wore a white shirt (sleeves stuffed up over his elbows) with a stick slim cobalt tie (fastened in a way which looked both hasty and careless at once), skinny black jeans (holes leaving his scarred knees on show) and converses (blue laces on the left, pink on the right).

He looked hot.

Stupidly so.

“Hi,” she said, breathier than she would have liked.

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Arya x Gendry Week (Day 4; Whispers In The Dark) [Modern AU; Classic Universe]

She didn’t know him.

She thought, stupidly, that she might love him. 

The sky above them was full of stars. Arya had never been interested in that sort of thing, before, but they were bright and it made her smile. It was a stupid thing to smile about; something Sansa might do. Arya was not Sansa; Arya had killed people. Arya had died a long time ago. 

  “Why are you happy?” 

  Arya turned into her side and found Gendry’s eyes trained on her, wide and blue. He was frowning, because he was stupid, and covered in soot and dirt and blood. But Arya didn’t care about that. She scooted a bit closer to him to appease the aching in her stomach — the wanting that eased when he was near and there and warm. 

  “Have you ever seen snow?” She asked Gendry. 

The club was loud and full of people, all screaming and laughing and drinking and dancing, hopping up and down with glasses in their thin hands, shirts riding up to reveal flat stomachs and abs. 

  Arya hated all of them. She hated their unnatural tans and pearly white teeth. She hated how perfect they all were. How abnormal. 

  She didn’t say that, though, or even show it. She kept her face blank as she poured their drinks, and smiled when she handed them out. Like she was happy that they were going to be puking in the gutter an hour from now and would wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. 

  Alright, so perhaps she enjoyed that idea a bit. 

  “A pint of the five pound stuff, please?” 

  Arya blinked, turning to the voice. This one was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes like that necklace that her sister had gotten from her awful boyfriend. His teeth were white, too, and yet he was pale and there were shadows under his eyes and stubble on his chin and a frown on his lips, and suddenly she was struck by how real he was. How human. 

  But she didn’t know him. 

“I haven’t,” 

  Arya grinned even wider, remembering her childhood. She remembered throwing snowballs at Sansa with Robb and Jon. She remembered Bran climbing up the towers and beaming at her against a white sky. She remembered seeing Robb for the last time, smiling sadly with snow melting in his hair.

  “It’s the best thing,” she told Gendry quietly, voice low so as not to wake the others. “It makes everything cold and new. I miss it.” 

  Gendry bit his lip. “Do you think you’ll ever make it back home?” 

  Arya stared at him for a moment longer. Suddenly she was not seeing Gendry, but her father, who loved her. She saw Jon who called her ‘little sister’ and mussed her hair and believed in her. She saw her whole family, who she missed so much, and she saw her home, which was only ashes and a memory, and then she was crying. “No,” she whispered to Gendry, lip quavering and tears streaming down her cheeks. 

  Gendry blinked, probably surprised. Then he reached out and grabbed her hand. 

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have—”

  “Shut up,” she whispered. Arya buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding onto the waist of his breeches and resting the other hand on his bare grimy chest. She could feel his heart beating. 

  She thought, stupidly, that she might love him. 

Arya passed over the pint.

  “Will that be all?” 

  The man nodded slowly. Then he sat down at the bar and drank deeply. Arya watched him, fascinated for whatever reason. 

  The bloke set his drink down and met her gaze. “You gonna stare at me all night?” 

  Arya flushed. “Sorry,” she said. “You just… Look very tired.” 

  He nodded. “I’ve a shite job and my girlfriend just dumped me, so that’s sort of to be expected.”

  A silence settled between them — what little silence there could be in this noisy place. 

  Hours passed and still he sat there, drinking pint after pint. Eventually the club dwindled down to just her and the bloke, and three fat men grinding on the dance platform. 

  “Stupid of her,” Arya remarked lightly as she wiped down the bar. 

  “Mm?” The bloke looked up. 

  “Dumping you,” Arya clarified. She took away his empty glass and he frowned. “Your girlfriend, I mean.” 

  The bloke snorted. “She fucked some other guy,” he said dazedly. “I caught them at it. Before I could even -hic- say anything, she was pushing me out her door and telling me we were done.” 

  Arya blinked at the sudden confession. “That’s… A bit pathetic, really.” 

  The bloke grinned. “Who are you, anyway?” 

  “Arya,” she said, choosing to leave out her surname because she knew that he would only start gaping. “You?”

  “Gendry,” he told her, also leaving out his surname. 

  And then Gendry rose from his chair, a bit unsteady, and promptly tripped over the edge of his trousers. Thankfully Arya had a lot of experience with drunken men who underestimated their height, and was on hand to catch him. 

  Gendry scoffed. “What’re you doing, Arry?” 

  “Arya,” she corrected, scowling. “And anyway, you’re the one acting stupid.” 

  Gendry rolled his very blue eyes and she helped him out, holding one fairly muscular arm as a crutch. She made to hail a cab, but he grabbed her and pulled her back.

  “You’re pretty,” he whispered. 

  Arya blinked. It was the first time she’d been called ‘pretty’ in months. At best, she’d been referred to as a ‘comely lass’ by Harwin, and that was… Not as complementary as it sounded — considering he had about thirty or so years on her and ‘comely’ only meant plain in the city. 

  But here was this very handsome bloke Gendry with no apparent last name, calling her pretty. Then again, he was drunk. She said as much.

  Gendry laughed. He threw an arm around her shoulders like they were old friends and looked up at the sky. To her surprise, it had begun to snow. 

  Gendry was staring at it in shock. 

  “Have you ever seen snow?” She asked him quietly.

  “No,” he said back. 

  Arya watched as it fell. Soon his hair was peppered with white. She thought it suited him. 

  Quickly she detangled herself from him and properly hailed a cab. Gendry stumbled along as it approached. “Where do you live?” 

  He told her his address. She passed it on to the cabby and paid a little more than the estimated fare, because there was a good chance Gendry would pass out in the back and the cabby would have to deal with it. 

  Gendry grinned at her as she shut the door. “You’re brilliant, m'lady.”

  She thought he might be, too. 

  But she didn’t know him.