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evidence that david wymack is the best character in this entire series, part iii

part i, part ii

The King’s Men

  • On Neil’s first day in South Carolina he had asked Wymack to protect his things, and seven months later Wymack was still keeping that promise.
  • “You were stalling,” Wymack accused him, “so I did it for you. I told them you look like you’ve gone six rounds with a Sasquatch and said you probably wouldn’t want to talk about it.”
  • “I’ll be fine,” Neil said. “I’ll have Kevin call you when we’ve got Andrew.”
    • “Charge your phone and call me yourself,” Wymack said.
  • “I was starting to think he’d killed you and left you to rot on the side of the road,” Wymack said in lieu of hello.
  • “I can’t believe you trusted David to patch you up,” Abby said. “The man can barely wash a dish, much less clean stitches.”
  • “I can walk,” Neil said.
    • “Proud of you,” Wymack said. “Didn’t ask.”
  • “Shut up,” Wymack said. “When you’re sporting fewer than fifty stiches I’ll consider letting you on my court again. If I catch you so much as looking at your gear before then, I will bench you another week out of spite.”
  • “Do I want to know?” Wymack asked, then answered his own question. “No, I don’t, unless there’s an impending lawsuit I should know about.”
  • “If I could ban some of you from ever opening your mouth in public, I would, but this is out of my hands.”
  • “But I’m not as worried about you as I am about our resident punching bag and his smart mouth. Anyone have ideas on how to make Neil look a bit less like a battered wife?”
  • “Tell your pet psycho to knock it off before he cripples someone.”
    • “I don’t think he’ll listen to me,” Neil said.
    • “You and I both know he will. Now get.”
  • “Never mind. Food’s here. Stuff your faces and get out of my locker room.”
  • “…so he focused on his teammates to keep his thoughts from spiraling down dark circles. It was a near-miss, at least until Wymack sent a searching look his way. Neil glanced at Wymack and chose not to think about Riko. Instead he thought about his homecoming, of Wymack dropping everything to pick him up and Wymack holding him together when he almost broke.”
  • “They are wannabe champions and they know what it takes to get to the next level. Your job tonight is to make them look like fools.”
  • “For the love of all things unholy, watch those dealers.”
    • “I’ll watch them limp off my court,” Dan said.
    • “Do what you have to do,” Wymack said.
  • “Eight inches. He’s only five-eleven.”
    • Neil and Kevin pivoted to stare at Andrew. The flash of a grin on Wymack’s face said he caught the significance of that remark and knew what it meant for the Foxes’ chances tonight.
  • “He called Riko a Class I douchebag,” Dan said. “Not in so many words, but I think they go the message.”
    • Wymack dug a thumb into his temple. “I should have asked for hazard pay when I took this job.”
  • Wymack claimed he was allergic to cleaning materials.
  • “Do you have a mop I can use?” Neil asked.
    • “Shut your face,” Wymack said.
  • “Oh, Jesus,” Matt said. “Did you just–?”
    • Wymack pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled noisily. “Could you at least let us leave the room before you confess?”
  • “I don’t know what amazes me more: that your phone is actually on or that you’re awake this early on a Saturday morning.”
  • Maybe Wymack could read pain in people like Neil could read anger; where Neil saw a girl’s unshakeable calm, maybe Wymack saw a vacant stare and defeated shoulders.
  • “Do you know why I made Dan captain?” Wymack glanced up at Neil and waited for Neil to shake his head. “I knew the moment I saw her she could lead this team… She refused to be a failure so she refused to give up on this team.”
  • “Didn’t you notice? They’re uniting around and behind you. That’s something special. You’re something special.”
  • “Look me in the eye and tell me if you think I care who you used to be.”
  • Wymack stood at his seat until everyone but Neil and Andrew was gone. He looked at them like he wanted to say something, then held up his hand in a forget-it gesture and exited the bus.
  • “I really want to know when Coach figured out that you want to kill me only ninety-three percent of the time.”
  • “Coach doesn’t care for rumors and bias,” Andrew said. “He sees what is, not what people want him to see.”
  • “Leave it,” Wymack said. He sounded so angry Nathaniel knew Wymack wasn’t talking to him or Andrew.
  • Nathaniel had seen that look on his face only once before, when Wymack tried putting him back together after Christmas. It was the look of a man made ancient by his players’ tragedies; it was the look of a man who’d have their backs no matter what.
  • “I’d have a hell of a time fitting ‘Wesninski’ on a jersey.”
  • “Giving up on Neil now goes against everything we are,” Wymack said.
  • “Taking Neil off the team won’t save face and it sure as hell isn’t the smart decision. It will backfire so hard you’ll never want to see a reporter again.”
  • “Up and out. We’ve got a team to send home crying. You can gossip on your own time.”
  • “You two could at least say hello,” Wymack said, somewhat aggrieved.”
    • “There’s no point,” Kevin said. “All they are is a distraction.”
    • “It’s called a support network. Look it up.”
  • “Your mother would be proud of you.”
    • “Not just of me,” Kevin said in a rare bout of humanity.
  • “Fight because you don’t know how to die quietly. Win because you don’t know how to lose.”
  • “Let’s blow this joint,” Wymack said. “We’ve got a party to get to. Anyone who’s not on the bus in two minutes gets to stay here overnight.
    • In no world would Wymack ever really leave his team behind, but the Foxes hustled out of there like they believed him.

and lastly. the greatest, most iconic wymack smackdown.

  • “Just promise me this isn’t going to be a problem.”
    • “What?” Neil asked.
    • “I can’t tell if you’re being obtuse to fuck with me or if you’re really that dumb,” Wymack said.

nachtkniver  asked:

Ohhh can I have a headcanon please? Okay how about how the rfa would react to seeing each other (as in mc and one of the rfa) naked for the first time... Like a very shy mc with no experience and they are about to make love to each other.

Ooh! My very first headcanon. Thank you, dear~! I’ll try not to disappoint. ^^’

Ø  ~~~YOOSUNG~~~

  • Both of you are shaking like leaves
  • Yoosung thought it would be more romantic to undress each other, but now he can’t bring himself to fully undress you.
  • You breathe his name softly, but enough for him to hear.
  • That sure does coax him a bit further. He finally musters up the courage and takes off the remaining garments on you
  • oh
  • oH
  • Yoosung is a complete tomato
  • He tries not to stare, but fails miserably. He looks you up and down several times. You are just so beautiful.
  • When you grip the hem of Yoosung’s underwear, he is thrown from his daze and has to bite his lip to keep from breathing too loudly while you pull them off and—HELLO
  • Seems like Yoosung is really into this.
  • You are now a complete tomato as well, good work. ೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭
  • A hundred ideas run through both of your heads as you gaze at each other, taking in every gorgeous inch of the other’s body. Yoosung speaks up.
  • “C-Can I touch you..?”
  • He sounds so eager, as if he’s asking for the entire world on a silver platter.
  • Your skin feels like it’s literally going to melt off. You nod shyly, and he complies.
  • The session is very awkward gentle and full of timid passion. This memory of you will never be erased from his mind.

Ø  ~~~ZEN~~~

  • “It’s okay, MC…”
  • You’re hiding yourself. All of the clothes in the room are piled on the floor, and you are still hiding yourself.
  • Zen strokes your arm gently, encouraging you to loosen up… But how can you be calm when you have a literal super model standing in front of you?!
  • “You’re so beautiful. Why are you hiding?”
  • You finally look up at him with wide, bashful eyes and rosy red cheeks. He tenses up.
  • Mmn… Control yourself, Zen. They are too precious to rush—
  • “We don’t have to—“
  • Zen’s words are cut off by your lips melding with his. That’s all you could think to do.
  • He’s shocked, but wraps his arms around you.
  • You do the same, finally uncovering yourself but
  • Oh sweet mother of god
  • Your naked body is pressed flush against his, and he finally loses it.
  • He pushes you onto his mattress, breaking off the kiss to admire what you’ve been hiding.
  • Damn it, Zen.
  • His cheeks are bright pink, eyes so wide they were almost about to pop out of his head.
  • “I’m never letting you wear clothes again…”

Ø  ~~~JAEHEE~~~

  • You both curl up on the couch to watch Zen’s latest DVD!!
  • You watch her practically swoon at Zen, and it makes your heart sink. She notices something is wrong, and you finally confess.
  • She tells you that you’re silly for thinking he could compare to her significant other.
  • You just have to kiss her, have to take back all of the attention you lost to Zen. You were ready to erase every thought of him from her mind.
  • The two of you lay on the couch, limbs curled around each other, lips locked together.
  • Your heart is about to explode, but you need to make sure she is yours.
  • You undress her very slowly, and every curve of her body is just so… perfect. You can’t help but think she’s too good for you…
  • Of course you’re both red in the face and scared to look at each other, but her beauty seemed to dash out all of that fear.
  • You slowly and painfully begin to undress yourself, insecurities ravishing your mind. What if she prefers Zen’s body to mine? What if she doesn’t love me anymore after she sees…? What if- what if-
  • Finally, all of your clothes are off and you brave a glance at Jaehee.
  • She’s shocked, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape, as if wanting to say so many things that all the words lodged in her throat at once.
  • “You.. You are an angel!”
  • She’s beet red now, covering her mouth at such an embarrassing comment. 
  • But that’s all you needed to hear. ♥

Ø  ~~~JUMIN~~~

  • You agreed to spend a romantic night with Jumin.
  • After the exquisite dinner and a small shopping spree, the night was filled with soft kisses and gentle touches. But eventually, you two wanted more.
  • He threw off his tie, coat, and shoes, then went to undress you, but you stopped him.
  • “C-can I do it myself?” you ask. He nods and you get up?? You leave the room??
  • Jumin sits on the bed, confused.
  • Until you come back in, in one of the robes he had picked out for you.
  • ***Realization***
  • Jumin sits on the edge of the bed, eyes somewhat wide as you near him. You’re looking down, obviously too timid to make eye contact as you open up the robe and let it drop.
  • Jumin is speechless. He stares, mouth slightly ajar. He cannot comprehend how you could be so shy with such beauty. He could swear he’d never seen anything as beautiful since Elizabeth the 3rd in his entire life
  • While your eyes are fixed on the ground, Jumin sneaks out of his clothes very quickly. Like, who even knew Jumin could move that fast?
  • You see his shadow approaching and look up
  • Hot damn, Jumin. That personal gym isn’t going to waste.
  • Like, this guy’s muscles must have their own religion or something what even-
  • He sees the way you stare at him so hungrily, not unlike he is staring at you.
  • He beckons you with a deliberate curl of his finger, and you’re at his side in an instant
  • Let’s face it. Jumin tries to be gentle with the first time, but at some points he gets carried away.
  • You get a nice full body massage the next day. (´∇ノ`*)ノ

Ø  ~~~SEVEN~~~

  • ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Y’all getting all freaky deaky and stuff
  • Half of your clothes are God knows where, his too
  • Basically been making out all through the house, occasionally tripping over empty cans of Dr. Pepper on the way to the whoopee-makin’ station
  • You two finally manage to stumble over to the bed and flop onto it
  • He reaches to take off the last bit of your clothes—to uncover the holy grail of your body, but then he notices how tense you are.
  • “Ah.. Are you sure you’re into this?”
  • You admit that it’s your first time, and he is honestly shocked. But you urge him to continue, and he absolutely cannot deny.
  • As soon as he sees all of you, completely laid bare to him…
  • Jaw, meet floor. Seven is practically drooling. Good luck trying to keep his hands off of you from now on. (’ ̄︶ ̄)
  • He pulls off his shirt and boxers eagerly, and you can’t help but stare at the way his body moves.
  • …For binging on chips and soda, he’s got a spectacular body. You smile to yourself, knowing it’s all yours.

anonymous asked:

prompt: MSR smut involving edible underwear ;-) (or something silly without smut but still involving said underwear)

Yeah, there’s no smut. Sorry. It is, however, quite silly I think. I hope you like it. Set in season 7.

“Mulder, you’ve been grinning all day. What are you planning?” Scully has watched him smile, grin and giggle for hours now. Happy Mulder is a sight to behold and she feels grateful that he’s in such a good mood, they’re on vacation after all, but she knows him. She’s known him for seven years. That grin means trouble.

“Scully, I’m wounded. Is it so hard to believe that I’m merely happy to be here with my beautiful girlfriend?” He kisses her cheek and his lips linger against her skin for a moment, distracting her.

“To be honest, Mulder… yes, it is.” She says when he leans away from her, though not quite leaving her personal space. He watches her, a thoughtful expression on his face. That damn smile dancing around his lips as if begging to be kissed away. She wants to, she really does, but she needs to know what he’s got on his mind.

“Do you want me to be unhappy?” He puts on a sad face, pouts at her. That only makes her want to kiss him even more. Damn him, she thinks, biting her own lip instead.

“No, Mulder, I just…” The door opens, without a knock, and her mother strolls in. Scully feels the need to push Mulder away, just out of habit, just out of a lingering sense of embarrassment, but he remains there in her space as if it were his. Grins at her mother now as if today were the greatest day of his life.

“I just got off the phone with your brother, Dana. The house will be ready tomorrow and they’re expecting us for breakfast.” Mulder winces next to her; this is their first vacation, born out of pure luck and coincidence, but a vacation nonetheless. Scully knows that spending a weekend with at least 15 different Scully family members is not his idea of fun or relaxation. Yet, here they are. And up until two minutes ago Mulder was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Not to mention that he agreed to come with her. He could have said no. Several times, actually. She asked him first, and that was just the tiniest bit sneaky, in bed. Post-coital Mulder is the most agreeable puppy known to mankind. He murmured a yes against her breast, barely awake. She asked him again the next morning and he quirked his eyebrow, his answer, however, was still yes. Then when her mother called a week later, he promised her he would accompany them. So that was that. He had no right to wince or complain.

“Thanks, mom. That sounds nice. Right, Mulder?” Scully nudges his shoulder, but a mute nod is his only answer.

“Don’t you worry, Fox. I know you and Bill have had your difference, but that’s in the past. He knows that you and Dana are in love. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to check out the wellness area since we’ll be only here for one day.” There is a hint of sadness in Mrs. Scully’s voice and Mulder’s ears prick up.

“If you want we can stay here, Mrs. Scully and-”

“It’s Maggie, Fox.” She scolds.

“We can stay here at the hotel. Why bother Bill and Tara?”

“Because I don’t see them and my grandchildren nearly enough. Neither does Dana.” Her mother throws them both a stern look and they remain quiet. Mrs. Scully nods, content with herself. “I’ll see you later for dinner?”

“Of course, mom. Have fun.”

“What was that?” Scully asks as soon as her mother is gone.

“What was what?”

“You were fine with staying at Bill and Tara’s.”

“To be fair I never said I was fine with it, Scully. I just said I was looking forward to some time off work. I was, and still am, looking forward to meeting your family. Just as I would be happy with staying right here for the duration of the trip. Just the two of us.” The grin is back, now a bit slyer, a bit more obvious.

“You don’t really want to be here, do you? Mulder, just because we’re sleeping together now, you don’t have to change who you are for my sake. I could have-” He puts a finger on her lips to shut her up.

“Did you listen to a word I said, Scully? I want to be here. I want to meet every single crazy Scully family member. Am I looking forward to staying at Bill’s? No. Your brother hates me. So I’d rather stay here in this hotel and have my wicked way with you,” she rolls her eyes at him, “but your mother is right; you don’t get to spend enough time with your family. I’ll be fine. I have you on my side.”

“And my mother.”  

“And your mother.” He agrees and leans forward to leave a soft kiss against her lips.

“Hm. We should make use of this one, uninterrupted night here at the hotel, too, huh?” Mulder kisses her fully as a response. His hands wander to her waist to draw her even closer. Scully moans into his mouth and grabs his neck, pressing her fingers into his skin.

“Oh!” The door opens, again without a knock, and Mrs. Scully, her face tinged red, stares at her daughter open-mouthed. Scully and Mulder jump apart like two teenagers caught necking. Mulder watches Scully lick her lips before she bites it, the embarrassment obvious on her face and in her demeanor, and he almost growls in frustration.

“I uhm, I didn’t mean to… well, I just… Dana, I think we confused our suitcases.” Mulder lets out a small yelp that sounds painful to Scully’s ears. She is torn between checking up on Mulder and watching her mother, face still flushed and avoiding direct eye contact.

“We did? How did you-”

“Let’s just exchange the suitcases, shall we?” Her mother cuts her off and practically throws Scully’s bag into the room. Seconds after it lands with a soft thud, Mulder picks it up and holds it against his chest. Breathing heavily.

“How could this happen?” Scully hears Mulder mumble to himself as she retrieves the other bag, an exact replica, and hands it to her mother. Who, she can’t help but notice, still doesn’t look at her.

“Mom? Is everything all right?”

“Of course, dear. You and Fox… yeah, well. I’ll just get changed and then I'll… well, I’ll be downstairs.” And just like that she’s gone again.

“That was strange.” Scully marvels, staring at the closed door. She turns around when she hears a zipper and finds Mulder rummaging through her clothes. “Mulder?”

“Why do you and your mother have the same bag?” He shrieks.

“We bought it as a set.” She informs him, walking closer. His frantic hands stop and he sighs. He looks like a surgeon, she thinks, his hands inside a body, trying to save something that’s been lost already. “Mulder?” She tries again.

“I bought you something,” he admits and just like her mother did, avoids eye contact, “Uhm, actually I bought us something.” Oh no, she thinks. Oh no, no, no. They had talked about it once. Wine had been involved, she is sure of that. A lot of giggling, too.

“Mulder, what did you buy?” She asks, her voice slow and even. Please, don’t let it be the thing.

“I uhm… I bought… this.” His holds it up, his face flushed now, the grin wiped from his face. At least now she knows why he’s been so happy. In his hands is a flimsy, very colorful g-string. Completely made out of candy pieces.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise! That’s why I put it in your suitcase.”

“Except you didn’t.”

“Except I didn’t.”

“Oh Mulder.” Scully slumps down next to him as she feels laughter bubble up inside of her. “You brought edible underwear on a trip with my mother.”

“I thought we’d be here longer.” He grumbles, still holding the candy g-string in his hand.

“Well, we do have tonight.” Mulder turns to her, his eyes wide.

“You mean…”

“I mean maybe you should leave room for dessert after dinner, Mulder.” His grin is back.

They say that the world was built for two

MP100 Valentines Week 
Day 7; Flowers

pairing: terumob

Story tag


To Reigen’s credit, when he opens his front door late on a Tuesday night, to be met with a disheveled and mildly-hysterical teenage esper – whose brilliant idea of a polite greeting is “Please I need your help I am losing my mind” – he doesn’t so much as bat an eye.

“It was only a matter of time at this point,” he says blandly, and stands back to let Teruki inside.

And now they’re sitting on the sofa and the armchair respectively; Teruki curls his fingers around his usual mug, breathing in the steam and the scent of sweet cocoa as it drifts up to him (and it’s amazing, he’s never had a usual anything at someone else’s home before). It’s calming, more calming than a warm drink and familiar cup have any right to be, and after he’s managed a few sips and a few deep breaths, Teruki no longer feels like he’s on the verge of drowning. 

Reigen is waiting patiently for him to sort himself out, but surely that won’t last much longer. “I’m very sorry for showing up like this,” he begins with, hesitantly lifting his eyes. 

Reigen raises a brow and gestures with his own mug for Teruki to get on with it already. Okay. Fair enough. He’s danced around the subject long enough.

Carefully setting his hot chocolate on the coffee table, Teruki folds his hands together on top of carefully crossed knees, and says, as painstakingly as he had rehearsed a hundred times, “I have feelings for – for your student. For Shigeo.”

The words take a weight off his chest as he parts with them.

It feels better than he thought it would. To say it out loud, where someone else can hear. 

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What went down in Origins (Pt 1)
  • Nooroo: many centuries ago, magic jewels bestowing—
  • Hawkmoth: yeah skip to the end
  • Nooroo: —which is why attempting to use a Miraculous for evil purposes is a terrible idea.
  • Hawkmoth: imma use my Miraculous for evil purposes
  • Nooroo: :(
  • Nooroo: oh by the way are you Gabriel Agreste?
  • Hawkmoth: how do you not know the answer yet?
  • Nooroo: bc there are just enough convenient shadows to prevent me from seeing your face
  • Hawkmoth: no I mean because the answer to that was just revealed in an exclusive teaser at Seoul Comic-Con
  • Nooroo: WAIT WHAT
  • Nooroo: excuse me a minute while I go watch that
  • Hawkmoth: dark wings, rise!
  • Nooroo: noooooooo I wanted to see that teaser
  • Wayzz: hey Master Fu did you see the teaser?
  • Master Fu: we should be more concerned about the supervillain that just happened
  • Wayzz:
  • Wayzz: (don't click that link unless you want to get your face spoiled)
  • Master Fu: look it doesn't matter who Hawkmoth is, we just need to take him down
  • Wayzz: ok so he obv wants the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses, so let's release the Fox and Bee Miraculouses
  • Wayzz: that way he'll have no incentive to constantly create new akumatized villains, and the city will be safe
  • Master Fu: imma release the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses
  • Wayzz: why are you ignoring everything I just said
  • Master Fu: REASONS
  • Wayzz: that's not an answer
  • Wayzz: you can't be a mysterious old guy if you rap Eminem lyrics
  • Master Fu: omfg I thought we agreed to forget about that
  • Master Fu: anyways imma go find a hot mess and an angstmobile and make them both into superheroes
  • Master Fu: I have impeccable methods
  • Marinette: *wakes up*
  • Marinette: good morning Tikki! are you ready for a day of fighting villains and questionable romantic shenanigans?
  • Tikki: yeah so none of that's happened yet
  • Marinette: but I'm Ladybug...
  • Tikki: no not yet this is a prequel
  • Tikki: you haven't even met me yet
  • Marinette: but we just had a full season
  • Marinette: so this should have already happened
  • Marinette: ok fine I'll play along
  • Marinette: good morning Mom! time to go first day of school, I guess?
  • Sabine: but you've been going to school for months now
  • Marinette: no we're trying to do a prequel
  • Sabine: oh! then I mean...I hope Chloé isn't in your class this year.
  • Sabine: btw did you hear that Gabriel Agreste is—
  • Marinette: OMG NO SPOILERS
  • Marinette: *leaves the building*
  • Master Fu: hey you, help me cross the street
  • Marinette: ok cool
  • Master Fu: and imma eat some of your food
  • Marinette: you touch my food and imma wreck your face
  • Master Fu: you seem like a perfect pick to become Ladybug
  • Marinette: I already am Ladybug
  • Marinette: oh wait I mean, what are you talking about
  • Master Fu: *ollies outy*
  • Marinette: *goes to school*
  • Chloé: hey so I order you to sit over there
  • Marinette: we both know that's not going to happen
  • Chloé: why not
  • Marinette: bc Alya and I sit right here throughout Season 1
  • Chloé: oh never mind then
  • Marinette: oh btw Alya, nice to meet you I guess?
  • Alya: look I'm just glad to have one day where you're not fawning over Adrien bc you don't know who he is yet
  • Adrien: *tries and fails to be there*
  • Kim: hey Ivan f**k you
  • Ivan: oh no if only there were someone I could turn to for help dealing with this
  • Hawkmoth: HEY GUYS
  • Ivan: let's do this
  • *Stoneheart happens*
  • Stoneheart: *punches through wall*
  • Ms. Bustier: you can't do that
  • Stoneheart: why not
  • Ms. Bustier: bc that's the fourth wall and it's already been broken for this entire post
  • Stoneheart: ok in that case imma break the third wall instead
  • Ms. Bustier: good idea
  • Ms. Bustier: wait no! don't break the school!
  • Stoneheart: too late
  • Roger: ok guys welcome to the akuma squad, now let's take this villain down
  • Stoneheart: why not let Ladybug handle it?
  • Roger: bc she doesn't exist yet
  • Stoneheart: oh right that makes things easier
  • Stoneheart: *throws a car at Roger*
  • Marinette: oh hey there's a strange box on my table
  • Marinette: I'll deal with that once the supervillain attack is over and I don't have more pressing things to worry about
  • Master Fu: this was not well thought out
  • *Tikki happens*
  • Marinette: about time, let's transform
  • Ladybug: *ollies outy and crashes into Chat Noir*
  • Chat Noir: who the f**k are you
  • Ladybug: I don't care, now let's go fight this villain
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *fight this villain*
  • *Stoneheart unhappens*
  • Ladybug: hey you know that butterfly I catch every time?
  • Chat Noir: yeah
  • Ladybug: imma not catch it
  • Chat Noir: ok I'm sure nothing will go wrong
  • Hawkmoth: you just gave me at-will access to Stoneheart happening
  • *Stoneheart happens*
  • *Stoneheart happens*
  • *Stoneheart happens*
  • *about 10,000 happenings omitted*
  • *Stoneheart happens*
  • *Stoneheart happens*
  • Marinette: this is bad and imma be sad

fiercefray  asked:

You've probably answered something like this before, but I'll ask just in case. When do you know if you've done enough research? I have this idea for a story that involves girls from different religions and cultures but I'm so freaked out at the idea of screwing it up and saying something wrong about a culture or stereotyping that I feel any research I do isn't enough. I follow blogs that look at this topic and it makes me feel like nothing I could write would be right. Any advice?

Hey there!

Honestly, I don’t think that there’s any way to do “enough” research. Even the people who have lived surrounded by the culture their entire lives may not consider themselves experts. 

But don’t despair! 

Personally, I think that there are three major things to keep in mind that will help you out tremendously. 

First, you don’t have to have every single detail. It’s okay to focus on a couple aspects of the culture, and leave others a bit more vague. If you try and include every single aspect of the culture or religion into your book, it’s not going to be a novel. Pick the most important aspects of the culture that relate to your book, and focus more on those. 

Second, talk to people from that culture. Don’t be afraid of people getting offended. Most people, especially those from minorities and non-mainstream religions would be more than happy to explain their experiences and unique life views to you. We all want to be accurately portrayed, and most of us are happy to answer a few questions to those who want to know. Most would be happy to listen to a scenario you have in your story and give a most likely response that coincides to their culture or religion. 

Three, and very important, write it respectfully. There are many things about other cultures that we don’t understand, and it’s very easy to take something small and make it into a joke or give it a negative spin. It’s a lot like trying to speak a foreign language in the native country; most people are happier to see somebody try because it shows respect for the people. 

And when you don’t know something, research it. Take what you know, write it, and research the parts you don’t know. Have fun with it!

Hope this helps! Let us know if you have any more questions!


anonymous asked:

I need more mind-reader Carlos. I'll beg. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease. Even if its not Jaylos, just w chapter of Carlos hearing random thoughts. I need it. Please.

Summary: superpowers!au: Telepathic!Carlos is starting his first day at Auradon Prep to better control his powers. He’s usually pretty good at tuning out the voices in his head, but as he walks around campus, all he hears is some guy (loudly) thinking of every naughty thing he wants to do to Carlos


Part 2:

No one likes to play with offspring of the people who tried to kill their parents, who would have guessed?

Carlos’ isn’t complaining at all - less people talking to him means he can focus more on tuning out their thoughts.

I can’t believe I have history first class.

Why did I wear this for the first day?”

That’s the girl whose mother tried to kill Queen Snow!”

Carlos snatches Evie’s arm and pulls her away from a set of girls who are glaring at her, not that she’s noticed it at all. “I hate that we’re being split up for evaluations,” he mumbles and tries to ignore the dirty looks from the girls.

“I know,” Evie pats his arm sweetly, “but we’ll all meet up for lunch.”

“And if anyone messes with you guys, let me know.” Mal stops, checks the number above her head. “Auditorium A. This is Carlos.”

He groans to himself, pulls away from Evie. “Okay, I can do this, right?”

“Here!” Evie unclasps her necklace, shoves it in his hands. “You can fiddle with this, help your nerves.”

Carlos grins, immediately twists the chain between his fingers and flicks the blue pendant. “Thanks E.”

“At least Evie will have a friend in pretty boy up there,” Mal tosses her head down the hall, towards Auditorium B, where Jay is standing outside next to a tall guy with sparkling eyes.

They’re far enough that Jay hasn’t noticed him and Carlos can’t pick up on his thoughts, but he feels a blush rising to his face anyways.

“Come on, Princess,” Mal grabs Evie’s hand, leads them down the hall.

“You’ll do great, Carlos! Just take deep breaths.”

“And if anyone fucks with you, remember their name and face!”

Carlos meekly waves as they retreat and steps into the room. The orientation doesn’t officially begin for another two minutes, so he picks a seat and twirls Evie’s necklace, trying not to grimace at the pain in his skull.

“…stop talking for once and…

“…gonna suck so much if we’re in the same…

“…should I tell him or wait for him to notice…”

“…physics II in the east wing, how can…”

“…sitting here? Hello? Yoo-hoo?”

Carlos jumps, follows the voice and looks up. “Huh?” He twists Evie’s necklace tighter, feels the metal grit together in his fingers.

There’s another student, a guy with taped glasses, who is looking down in confusion. “Is anyone sitting here?”

“No. It’s open.”

“Sweet.” The guy sets his backpack on the ground and slides into the seat next to Carlos. “I’m Doug.”


“…Deely is the worst, I can’t get stuck with him for two…”

“I haven’t seen you around before Carlos. Are you new?”

“…and dad to buy me another set of book covers…”


“…save me a seat at lunch or I swear I’m never…”

“Where are you from?”

“…I forget my money? Crap, I’ll have to…”

“The Isle.”

Doug doesn’t say anything out loud, but Carlos can hear the “oh shit”.

Evie’s necklace is twisted and pulled until he can feel the metal straining to stay together. Carlos really hopes he won’t snap it as he continues to yank on the chain.

“Attention everyone, we’re set to begin orientation! I’m Fairy Godmother, I’ll be evaluating you all today, hopefully this will go by quickly! We’ll start…”

The woman’s voice drowns out in the thunder of thoughts, students cursing of boredom or focusing on their class schedules. It all rings through Carlos’ head. He never had this much trouble on the Isle, but then again he was never so close to other people on the Isle. Cruella kept him inside most of the time and she’s too far gone to formulate proper thoughts of her own.

It’s the stress, Carlos thinks to himself over the low rumble in his head. Being in a new place, new people. Being without Mal and Evie.

Doug nudges him and Carlos jumps. “Hey, uh, Carlos. They’re calling for you.”

He snaps his head up, Fairy Godmother is calling his name. “De Vil? Carlos De Vil?”

With a deep sigh, Carlos pushes himself out of his seat, moves toward the stage. The woman’s smile and chipper chattering helps to focus on her instead of the voices in his head.

“I can read minds,” Carlos says before she even opens her mouth. He wants to leave. Every student who went up on stage was allowed to leave, they would be free until lunch.

“How so?” She scribbles on her notepad.

“I…can hear their thoughts in my head.”

He didn’t pay attention to the students who went up before him, but surely they did more than just talk to Fairy Godmother. Carlos could hear ohhs and awws with his head down, each student showcasing their abilities on the stage.

The students seated are focused in on him. It’s terrible.

What’s he doing?

Maybe he can’t do anything, poor kid.”

He’s one of the Isle kids Ben brought over.

“Yeah, I am,” Carlos responds to what Fairy Godmother didn’t say as he spins the pendant in his fingers. He wonders how many students can hear them from the up here. “One of the Isle kids, I mean.”

Fairy Godmother is silent. Did she not believe he could read her mind?

“538,” Carlos answers before she can ask. “The number you were thinking of was 538. Can I please leave now?”

“Well I need to ask you some questions.”

“I don’t have to try, I just hear thoughts randomly. It started when I was a kid, like 5 maybe.” Carlos pauses, watches the shock settle over her face. “No, I can’t fully control it. Sometimes I can block it out and sometimes I can’t.”

She blinks. “Okay, well, you’ll probably be in smaller class sizes. Professor Belle will be with you for-.”

“Great, thanks.” Carlos turns on his heel, heads for the doors. He can hear the murmur of students, their confusion, their curiosity. They probably heard everything and he’s too stressed out to care.

He’s also too stressed out to pay attention to where he’s going because the next thing Carlos knows, he’s out of the auditorium and walking into a solid body in the halls.

Arms encircle him and the laughter vibrate through the broad chest. “Hey baby boy.”


“Carlos!” Evie chrips, grabs his arm, pulls him toward her. “How was it?”

He places his hand on hers, squeezes until she’s squeezing back. “Loud.”

“We’ll go outside,” Evie whispers, “come on.” She drags him down the hall and through another door. Her movements are hurried but her head is silent and Carlos can feel himself relax in the peace.

Jay, on the other hand, is following them and won’t stop talking. “Fuck. Is he okay? What happened? I know where the nurse’s station is, should I go get Baymax?”

“Shut up,” Carlos groans. He falls onto a bench with Evie sitting beside him, holding his hands. “For like, two seconds.”

“I…didn’t say anything?”

Evie rubs his shoulder and turns to Jay. “Carlos can hear other people’s thoughts. You need to clear your head or go away. Please.”

There’s a frightened “oh shit” and then silence.

When Carlos raises his head, he expects to see Evie, still sitting beside him with a beautifully silent mind. But she’s not the only one he sees.

Jay hasn’t moved and is watching him, mouth hanging open and face impossibly red.

I tried to do a lot of mind-reading Carlos and end some with some Jaylos to further the plot. I hope you liked it!

anonymous asked:

How about a soulmate AU where you only know they're your soulmate after you've touched them? (Reaper, Fresh, Ink, Error Sans's, and UT, UF, US, SF and Feral Tale Sans and Papy's!)

It’s 12:30 AM, that’s tomorrow, right? {I’m just excited because I get to talk about my AU aaaaa} ~Mod Feral

Reaper Sans

He’s pretty devastated. His touch isn’t exactly the most safe of touches, so the fact you survived it is good enough for him. While he understands you wanting to stay with him, he has to turn you down every single time. He’s not risking it again, damnit!

Fresh Sans

Ain’t that rad, bruh? Turns out we’re all meant to be! Honestly, earlier on, he thinks nothing about it. After all, things deal with this all the time, right? It’s not until he starts feeling… something… that he realizes this may be a bigger deal than he first realized. Nah, he’s cool. He swears he’s cool! Don’t mind the occasional look online to figure out what’s going on, he’s cool!

Ink Sans

He’s excited on the outside, but nervous inside. Yes, he’s glad to have met you, and he’ll do anything to keep you safe, he’ll even reassure you that this is real by tapping you randomly. But he’s also usually super busy, and he’s worried something might happen or a certain someone might show and everything will fall apart.

Error Sans

Well ain’t this something? He’s sure this is some sort of cosmic screw-up. He reads the code again and again after he jumped back from you and, no, nothing seems odd or out of place. But, why? Why’d an abomination like him even get a soulmate? Also, never touch him again. He doesn’t like it.

UT Sans

He’s not sure how to feel about this. He’s played around with people plenty of times, saying how he wants to see if they’re soulmates or not before poking them in the face. So when it actually worked, he didn’t know what to do. Should he… take you out or something? On a proper date this time.

UT Papyrus

His handshake that caused this turns into a large hug. Said hug includes picking you up and spinning. He’s so happy! Nothing could really ruin this. He then proceeds to take you on an impromptu date.

UF Sans

Considering he was ready to slam you into the ground when you first touched him, he’s just kinda holding you in the air with his magic as he processes what happened. He then drops you and teleports off. Nah, this can’t be real. He can’t possibly have this type of luck. Something has to go wrong. Go find him and reassure him everything’s fine.

UF Papyrus

He re-analyzes you, trying to figure out how, why, and if he’ll need to guard you or not. No matter what he finds, he’ll then pick you up by your arm, carry you over his shoulder, and bring you back to his house.

US Sans

Practically the same thing as UT Papyrus. It’s a lot stranger, though, cause he’s so small.

US Papyrus

Considering you tapped him to wake him up, he took longer than he’d like to admit to figure it out. He’s then pretty quick to comment on your appearance before falling right back to sleep. Welcome to your new life.

SF Sans

He’s bright purple almost instantly. He drags you into his house before asking you way too many questions about your skills and such. No matter your answer, he’s glad to have almost battled you and will now protect you with his life.

SF Papyrus

His face softens until he remembers you two are outside, and your LV is low. He has you follow him home and then buries himself into your clothes or hair. He, too, will now protect you with his life.

FT Sans

Well, this is awkward. He only even touched you because he had pounced you, set to kill you and bring the soul back to the capital. But now he’s just kinda staring at you, tail flicking. He gets off eventually, but he’s not sure about letting you leave his sights. Not like you’d know he’s following. He’s a master of stealth.

FT Papyrus

There goes his dream job. He’d rather make sure you were safe from the monsters down here than secure his job as a Royal Guardsman. He’ll probably try to scratch, nip, or nudge you, for some light marking. Nothing too painful, though.

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A Story About Shaw

(AN: About two weeks ago I posted Destinations, a story about Root and liminal spaces. I knew I wanted to do a companion piece for Shaw, but I couldn’t figure out the theme. The phrase that kept coming to mind was negative space, but it took me awhile to figure out why my brain settled on that. The result was quite different from Destinations, but it kinda had to be. Silhouette was…much harder to write and might be more polarizing than the last for a couple reasons, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy it).

After the accident, Shaw comes home one day to find a framed picture in her bedroom. It’s a photograph of herself from a few years ago. In it she sits solemnly between her mother and father who are both smiling, laughing. Her father’s hands is resting on her shoulder.

Shaw is puzzled, unsure why her mother chose to put this picture on her dresser. By this point she’s realized that people surround themselves with photographs to feel connected; the photos are a reminder of the things pictured in them, a shortcut to the emotions those things evoke.

The day the picture shows up on her dresser, all solemn in its heavy black frame, Shaw stares at it, trying to understand what her mother expects her to do with it. She’s…not content with her father’s absence, but she’s not sure how a picture is supposed to help. She stares at it for hours, but only ends up with a headache.

When she moves to a different, larger room the next year, she leaves the framed photo behind on the dresser. Her mother notices, of course. She doesn’t say anything, but the photo shows up on the desk in Shaw’s new room the next day.

Shaw stares at the picture again, but still comes up blank. Her mother must have had a reason for moving it, so she keeps thinking about it, tracing the implications of the actions and expectations. Tries to understand why it’s so important to her mother that she keep it.

A year later they move to a new house. This time it’s the first thing she packs.

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I’m incredibly terrified excited to announce that I’m writing a fic!!!

It’s no secret that I have an overwhelming amount of feels for Tsukki. I have spent a shameful amount of time analyzing his character, speculating his motivations, and developing countless head canons. A couple weeks back one of my dear friends on here made a suggestion that I try writing. At the time I totally brushed her off like that was the craziest thing in the world..and here we are now, hah.

This fic will follow Kei’s development from the moment Karasuno lost to Seijoh in Season 1 all the way through the end of Season 3. My goal is to give you all an inside look at what (I think) Kei possibly went through all that time. Actual canon events and conversations will be used (and tweaked, at times) along with many new situations that I think may have happened behind the scenes while the focus was more on Hinata/Kageyama. (And let’s be honest, I really just needed an excuse to write third gym antics)

Chapter 1 will be posted this Friday, but to thank you all for taking the time to read all of this rambling, there is a preview here under the cut! =^^=

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I'll Be Here

Steve X Reader

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for Steve, since the beginning and like every perfect cliche story everyone but him knows it. From a questionable background with unusual gifts who could blame him for not noticing. Set during CA:CW, with a few changed details.

Warnings: ANGST,

A/N: I seem to have written quite a bit the last 2 weeks but I’ve loved all the responses I have gotten!!!! Thank you so much. Warning to you all this is not happy and ends in a cliffhanger, you have been warned! This is an edited version because I learned not to post when one is really tired and trying to rush things!

Supposedly this meeting was about setting boundaries and rules when it came being the Avengers. Not that that worked ever, waiting for someone to give a say on whether or not the situation was dire enough by a group of pompous and pretentious people was just stupid. This was going to bite them in the butt one day. Hopefully it was before a whole lot of someones got killed.

You were relatively new to the group having been found by Clint, of course always picking up strays, while on a mission, you brought the destructive aspect to the group.

Having been sold and trained for a little known but dangerous mercenary group, you were eager to get out. Your time with the Devil’s Luck had been torturous. Each day they seemed to have a new way to scare you into submission. The only reason you lasted as long as you had was, you listened. Each week they had taught you a different bomb how to assemble and disarm it. They taught you all the components and at the end of the week you had to perform perfectly or death was the answer.

Clint had been sent in to disassemble the Devil’s. You were lucky to have Clint notice that you weren’t there willingly. It also helped your case that they would chain you every day in the room where they kept their poisons and other volatile explosives. They said it helped remind you of which components were which.

Focusing back to the meeting a new man has entered the room, Secretary Ross, gah even his name made you want to throw up, (he no longer gets a name shall only be known as he) he is staring down each and every one of them.

That is until he comes to you. You meet his glare head on with one of your own. He shifts a little before looking away, you had won this round. It’s not surprising, due to the exposure of the different compounds, while being locked in your closet, your eyes had shifted from their usual (Y/E/C) to a murky purple, not exactly pretty or pleasant to look at.

He starts to blab on about how the group has “helped” so many people, but then he shifts and starts to blame them for everything ignore the lives saved in every incident.

You begin to feel your temper rising up, you shift in your chair. Looking around you can see everyone just taking it. You had been brought here years ago but had been too dangerous to be around others as Fury had told you. When you started training you had gotten to see them in action and vowed to be part of them.

Now that you were, they had quickly taken you in and treated you like family. You would not stand by while this prick tore into them. They were heroes that risked their lives and save millions more. They didn’t need all these rules or whatever crap this man wanted.

A hand on your thigh stops your internal thoughts and quells you anger a bit. Shooting your gaze over to see Steve; he was shaking his head slightly. Pretty much telling you to chill, then his thumb begins to rub circles in your thigh. Great now you can’t stay mad because you’re focusing on the feeling he is giving you, the butterflies erupt in your stomach.

It is a well known fact to all the you have a big thing for Mr. Steve Rogers. It’s also known that you will never make a move because you feel you are not good enough for him. Instead you had chosen to become friends, you would take him however you could get him. You don’t often regret that decision mostly being that Steve was the greatest friend you could ask for.

You’re so in the moment that you don’t move until you hear Steve back firing on Tony, his hand still rests on you but it is tense.

You focus back on the conversation. But don’t last long as you realize that this man had come in here and was now tearing the team apart. He is sranding off to the side a bit as they argue, a small smile appearing in his face. He turns and leaves the room, the door gently closing.

You jerk up, making the chair roll hard into the wall startling everyone, you are seething, a low growl building its way up your throat. You heads towards the door. “Where are you going?” Tony asks.

“I’m going to kill that man, I’m going to make him feel so much pain he’s going to wish he never even set foot in this building let alone mess with my family.” Still growling you turn back towards the door only to have a couple pair of arms hold you still.

“This won’t help anything if you kill him or threaten him.” Sam says while he and Clint attempt to pull you back into your chair. You were standing firm until another chair sputtered back. All eyes shifted to Steve.

“I have to go.” He quickly leaves. You know something is wrong you can tell just from his words. The men release you and you take the moment to following Steve out. It wasn’t often that Steve didn’t jump into help you or defend you so the simple fact that he didn’t proved that he just received the worse kind of news. You hoped it didn’t have to deal with Bucky, he had searched for so long now. Spending months with him and you digging for even the slightest mention of him.

You searched for him for a couple moments till a faint sniffling reached your ears. Opening the door to the stairwell you peak over the edge to Steve in the middle of the flight. You rush down, his shoulders are shaking while he holds his phone out. You glimpse on, ‘She’s gone, in her sleep.’ You gasp taking it in, Peggy was gone no wonder he was in pieces. It was worse than Bucky, not Peggy he had gotten her back.

You both often visited her in the care home. Spending hours talking, you getting all the really good stories to blackmail Steve with. Now she was gone, you wrap your arms around him and he takes advantage by leaning in cause you both to slip to the steps.

A few minutes later he looks up at you, those gorgeous blue eyes are rimmed in red and have a dark shadow in them as his world comes crashing down around him. “I have to go, I need to get packed and go to her. I… I didn’t get to say goodbye. I’ve lost her, again. Why did I lose her again?”

You nod your head, you had no idea why things were working out this way, fate was cruel. “Come on let’s get you home to pack.“ Taking his hand you get him up and lead him up to his room. You sit him down on the bed and pull out his small carry on bag. He glance up, “I can do it, thank you for taking care of me. Maybe you can come with me. I could the support and you were close with her as well.”

“I’ll be here.” You reply quietly to him.

At the funeral Steve is one of the paul bearers for Peggy. You can see how upset he is even when he sits next to you on the pew. He grabs hold of your thigh again holding on tightly as the service begins. It was a lovely service, even when it came time for family to speak. You were expecting a lot of tears, what you didn’t expect was the blonde woman, especially Steve’s neighbor to get up to speak. She was introduced as Sharon Carter. You feel Steve straighten and his hand leaves your thigh. You glance up to find his eyes zeroed in on Sharon as she shares about her aunt. Another Carter. He hangs off her words eyes meeting until the end and even still follows her with his eyes after she’s done showing great interest in what she was doing.

Your heart putters at the scene, Sam glanced over at your sharp inhale, checking to see what happened. Steve remained focused on Sharon missing your distress.

You had know he had been through to much to just try to jump into a relationship with. Then you had found out about Peggy and knew that nothing was going to happen for a very long time. You wouldn’t compete with someone you had no chance if winning against. From all the stories you didn’t mind either. Now here comes fate with another interesting Carter at Steve’s feet.

He excuses himself from you and Sam to go talk to her. “You shouldn’t let him go like that.” Sam comments to you.

“He is free to talk to anyone he wants to I’m not going to stop him.” You reply getting uncomfortable with the situation at hand. You wait for Steve to come back glancing over at them while they talk flinching every time he smiles at something she said.

“Yup, your jealous.”

“Never said I wasn’t; just not going to let it effect my relationship with him.”

“Uh huh whatever you say.”

Sharon walks away only to have Nat walk up and talk to Steve. He gets a little tense talking to her, but soon heads over sending you a small smile. “She’s headed to Vienna for the talks. Things are going to get dangerous now.”

“I know. I’ll be here.” You give him a small smile, while you give his hand a quick squeeze.

Steve and yourself had split up after the funeral, you had things that needed to get done in New York. Unfortunately, you should have stayed with him. You knew as soon as you saw the news and heard Bucky’s name you were ready to head right back in the quinjet only to be surrounded by men in black tactical gear. Their weapons were pointed straight at you no chance of escape. Then he came sauntering up an evil grin on his face. “Bring her with us, she’s a good bargining chip for him”. They cuffed her and forced her onto the jet but strapped her down tightly.

Upon landing you are carted into a foreign building and kept under lock and key. Constant eyes watching you. Its rather boring just waiting around waiting for something to happen. Lucky for you they didn’t have a full understanding of your powers. While you were stuck in your prison with the Devil’s Luck, not only had your eyes changed but so had your very DNA. The strange combination of compounds mixed further and mutated your blood enabling you to use any poison or other toxins at will.

It was one of the reasons you never told Steve your true feelings. There was a lot you still didn’t know about your powers making you almost a ticking time bomb, when your emotions got high enough you would leak fumes around you. This included the meeting before this whole mess. Steve was one of the few people able to calm you down almost instantly, dissipating anything in the air.

The other reason was Steve had been dealt a sad hand of cards in life, he deserved something normal including a normal love interest. It was why you weren’t exactly angry when he showed interest in someone. Of couse, he could never truely have a normal life, house, kids, and dogs, but it would be better than the “toxic” relationship you would provide. You would never be able to let go fully always worried that you would hurt him. Heck right now you were in a jail cell waiting to be used as bait against him.

As the guard passes by on his round a perfect opportunity to escape. You start to emit a gas known for bending the will. Perfect for your plan with the lack of appropriate ventilation, your cell was soon open and you walked out. You had the guard escort you all the way to the glass office which now held Steve, Sam, Tony, and Nat. There was another man with regal posture but you paid little head to him as you zeroed in on the man that continued to drive your family apart.

The door slide open and all eyes turned to you. You wave the guard off and stare at the man in front of you. Everyone is slowly rising. They can see the wisps of smoke radiating from you. Your eyes have now crystallized to a royal purple instead. Steve approached you arms raised slightly with his palms open toward a you. You let him approach slowly trying to get your breathing and rage under control.

“Calm down, (Y/N). It alright. I promise, we are just seeing things differently.”

“No! He is tearing my family apart and will not let him continue to do this.” You are screaming at this point. “He is the one that brought this on why can’t anyone see this. Turning us against each other. Making Wanada feel like everything is wrong with her when its not. Making Tony take all the blame for the actions if others. I won’t allow it any more!” The waves pulse out again darker and reaching out toward the man in question. He shirks back, finally grasping just how dangerous you are and what you could do, specifically to him at the moment.

He dares to speak, “Rogers, get the monster under control or I will.”

This made all heads turn towards him. “Excuse me,” the rage and venom could be heard clearly in Steve’s voice.

You heard me. Do something before I have to.”

With that he takes his chance and leaves the room. They all continue to stare after him. You on the other hand were shocked at what he said that everything vanished. He had said the one thing you knew to be true but no one had ever said to you. Hearing it was worse and cut you deep; looking around you saw the angry expressions on their faces you’re not sure if it’s for you or the man that just walked out. Steve let’s out a sign before turning back to you.

“I told you to calm down. You might have just made things worse. Now why don’t you sit down and maybe don’t move.” He sounds slightly exasperated as he says this. You feel your heart clench at the tone. You merely nod your head.

“Well great, that fixes nothing,” Tony says glancing now between the two of you. At this point Sharon comes in letting them know that the interrogation was about to begin. She walks up to Steve and you can see him relax, sending her a small smile. Well another nail in that coffin. They look good together you notice, almost a perfect match; at least he doesn’t have to worry about her killing anyone. You sink lower in your chair but even with the small movement you see people tense around you making you go even smaller.

Suddenly the lights flicker and everyone panics, Sharon tells Steve Bucky’s floor and with a quick turn he tells you to follow him closely, this is your escape. You decide to split up Sam and you are on modes of transportation out. Steve would grab Bucky and meet you outside the building.

You hijack a civilian car and go on your way. From your spot you witness the chopper crash and finally see the guys surface. You hoist them in the car and head out of town to an abandoned warehouse district.

Placing Bucky into a giant vice you wait for him to wake up. You have sat yourself as far away from them as you could with still being able to be seen. Steve eventually comes over and sits next to you.

“You could have killed someone today.” You nod, not trusting yourself to speak and know that nothing can help you now. You pray for a miracle. “It was stupid and reckless. You need to get this under control, you were doing so well, before all this happened.” You can tell he is concerned but you fear it is more for others than yourself. You pull your knees to your chest wrapping your arms around them. “Secretary Ross has power, unfortunately he’s using it against us. But, we will get through it, you can’t get involved though. I can’t trust you at this point, you will only make things worse.”

“I’m sorry.” your voice breaks failing to hold back any tears.

“That’s not going to fix anything,” he huffs frustrated. “If that was enough none of us would be in this situation.”

By this time tears are falling down you face silently. He’s confirmed everything you’ve feared the most. Your losing control and nothing more than a monster that was going to hurt others. Worse yet, you knew he wasn’t ever going to feel the same way you did. He couldn’t trust you why would he ever think to love you.

Sam approaches, “He’s awake.” You wipe your tears unsuccessfully masking that you had been crying. Sam probably heard it all. Steve rises to his feet going to Bucky’s side. You look out the window searching for suspicious activity. Not daring to turn around and meet anyone’s eyes.

A while later you notice movement on the roof a few blocks down. “We’ve got movement, couple blocks down. We need to move.”

You continue to watch until Steve walks up, pointing out all the boogies to him, you both come to the same conclusion. Your going to need a diversion, and a pretty big one. Its then that you come to understand your it. The rest needed to continue; this was the end of your story.

You turn to Steve, “Go, I’ll hold them off. You take Sam and Bucky with you do what you need to do.”

“We can’t just leave you here, who knows what they’ll do.”

“I’ll be fine, I’m stronger than I look. I won’t kill any of them I promise. I can hold off being a monster long enough to get you guys out.“ You tell him firmly, hoping he can trust you just enough not to screw this up.

"You’re not…”

“Stop. Please. Just go.” You don’t need to hear any more lies. You shoo him away, not bothering to say goodbye.

Steve nods once before turning to debrief Bucky. Sam walks up to you, “This is stupid and you know it. They won’t let you go.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” You glance back at Steve talking quietly with Bucky, “Sam, don’t let him come after me alright? No one can, forget I was ever here. Monsters are meant to be locked up so that’s where I’ll go.”

“You’re not a monster, not even close.”

“Please just promise me Sam.” you urge, they need to get out and soon.

“Fine, but promise me you won’t just give yourself up. You get out of here and come back to us.”

“Alright, now go. I can give you guys about 20 minutes head start.”

Steve looks back at you sadness written on his face, “I’ll see you later, alright?”

“I’ll be here.” You whisper with a small smile.

Steve turns and jogs out with the guys close behind him. Turning back toward the front you prepare yourself with each thump of men trying to get in. For the first time you feel like you lied to Steve, you knew you wouldn’t be here.


anonymous asked:

Many people question Sang Mi's bluntness, lack of action, and her 'lousy' attempts at making an escape; they think it's an inefficient and frustrating point, but I feel exactly the opposite. She is stunned and unarmed by witnessing her parents consumed entirely by fanaticism, she witnesses the full power of the cult's deceptive illusions, but is dismayed, is torn, is tired, emotionally drained and damaged, and is helplessly outnumbered and cornered; it's a fair representation, I think. S.M

Are there that many people complaining about Sang Mi? I guess I’ve done well to stay away from those parts of the discussion. Luckily my part of tumblr is pretty enamored with Sang Mi and Seo Ye Ji generally and spending most of its time on the Dong Chul vs Sang Hwan debate and weather Taec got screwed over by taking this role. He didn’t.

The thing about Sang Mi’s role in the story is that she could so easily have been a pale, passive damsel in distress for the entire drama. I mean the drama itself is called Save Me. The premise is that she is in need of rescuing. There are so many ways to screw this character up royally, and I don’t think they’ve done so.

I think it’s pretty reasonable to assume that from the point where the story picks back up after the 3 year time skip, Sang Mi has remained in the compound at Guseonwon, and played nice purely out respect for her mother and father’s wishes and in reaction to her twin brother’s death. She felt guilt and also grief and even though she was alarmed by the people at the church, she couldn’t ignore her father’s pleas for her to go along with it. The church was also her family’s only lifeline. They had no house of their own, no source of income, and things were only getting worse for them in the outside world. Guseonwon basically made sure of that. So I think it’s completely reasonable and understandable that she and her family would have been vulnerable to these people and once they were in it was extremely hard to get back out again.

But, even though it would have made her life a hell of a lot easier to be silent about the abuses she’s seeing, to bow the knew and keep quiet, she has continually brought the attention of the cult leadership on herself by being outspoken and trying to get people to wake up to what their seeing. I can somewhat understand why people would see this as foolish. I mean why wouldn’t she try to use some kind of subterfuge? Get the leaders to think she’s going along with the program long enough for them to let their guard down and then make a run for it. But it’s not that easy to accept that your father has been transformed into a fanatical monster who cares more about his new found belief system than he does about the safety and happiness of his daughter. It’s not that easy to accept that your mother has lost her mind and is never going back to the way she was. After all, to accept that is to accept that you are completely alone in the world. To run away is to abandon all hope of ever seeing your family again. That’s how cults work. That’s how they keep you tied in even if you’re not sincere. They breed an environment of fear that disobedience with result in losing everyone you care about and being cut off.

And that emotional blackmail stands even when there isn’t a credible threat of physical violence. In the case of Guseonwon, we’re basically dealing with a criminal organization and Sang Mi has seen people assaulted and Jung Goo murdered in front of her eyes by Mr. Jo. The leaders have made it clear that her mother will be in danger if Sang Mi does anything to stop them, not to mention that she is essentially being incarcerated at her home or at the compound.

And despite all of this Sang Mi is not weak. She is not silent. She is still trying to warn people away from these dangerous and manipulative people. She could make it easier on herself and she refuses to, because she still has hoped that she might be able to bring her family around. The fact that she is overpowered and overwhelmed by an organization that is doing everything in its power to keep her trapped and voiceless doesn’t make her a weak character. Needing help doesn’t automatically make you into a weak character. And I think the writers have done a lot to give her agency despite her situation.

The premise of the drama is frustrating by its very nature. It’s supposed to be. It’s highlighting peoples greed, apathy and corruption. Sang Mi is the heroine and definitive main character. Her story is supposed to be one of struggle, failure, and perseverance met eventually (hopefully) with success.


Remember me (Pt.1)
  • <p> <b>Requests:</b> Open!<p/><b><p></b> <b>A/N:</b> English is not my maternal language, sorry if this has any grammatical errors.<p/><b><p></b> <b>Summary:</b> Bucky and Y/N have a very close friendship. Both are part of the Avengers. He has a girlfriend and is going to take the big step. She instead, suffers a serious accident that changes everything.<p/><b>Characters:</b> Avengers, Bucky, Fem!Reader, OFC (Reader parents, brother...)<p/><b>Genre:</b> Drama, family, angst, romance, hurt/comfort.<p/><b>Warnings:</b> Curse/Swearing, car accident.<p/><b></b> •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°<p/><b></b> "Two pairs of ACEs, I've won you all!" I exclaimed excited.<p/><b></b> "Oh, come on!" Clint complained after his defeat.<p/><b></b> "For once that I could win!" Nat said frustrated.<p/><b></b> "For once that Tony doesn't play and I have a chance of winning, Y/N makes us to bite the dust! Great!" Bucky said passing his peanuts to me.<p/><b></b> "Thanks, Buck! I'll enjoy your peanuts!"<p/><b></b> "How is it possible that you've won? If you supposedly are bad playing at this?" Clint asked quirking an eyebrow while passing me his nuts.<p/><b></b> "Oh, well... Let's say that I have learned from the best!" I answered to Clint as I winked at Tony.<p/><b></b> "Anyone could win this game." the Stark genius said.<p/><b></b> "It also have to do with the thing that you usually visit Las Vegas?" Nat questioned to Tony, I laughed<p/><b></b> "Maybe." Tony shrugged while he laughed.<p/><b></b> I looked at all my friends who seemed to enjoy the moment.<p/><b></b> "Anybody wants some coffee?" I asked while getting up from the couch of the common room<p/><b></b> "I would like to" Steve and Clint said at the same time.<p/><b></b> "Thank you, Y/N." said Steve with a smile.<p/><b></b> "You are welcome, Cap!" I smiled at him.<p/><b></b> "I'll be back with your coffee, gentlemen." I said while I went to the kitchen.<p/><b></b> "Smells good." Bucky said as he approached me.<p/><b></b> "I know, my coffee is the best"<p/><b></b> "No doubt about it, doll"<p/><b></b> "Hey, how are things with Molly?" I ask to my dear friend.<p/><b></b> "Great, actually, everything is going well. The other day we went out and... well, I proposed marriage. She accepted"<p/><b></b> "Hold on... seriously?" I asked unbelieving, he nodded proudly. " Oh my god, congratulations, Buck!" I hugged him. "You deserve it! Oh, my... God..."<p/><b></b> A strange feeling woke up inside me after think and think again about what he said. I ignored it.<p/><b></b> "Sush, low your voice, Y/N!". He said in a whisper. "Nobody knows anything, you're the first person to know it."<p/><b></b> "Oh! Really? Why?"<p/><b></b> "Why will it be, Y/N?"<p/><b></b> "I do not know..." I shrunk my shoulders.<p/><b></b> "Because you're my best friend, why else?"<p/><b></b> Ouch.<p/><b></b> I laughed "Maybe because you love me?"<p/><b></b> "Well, maybe. Yeah. And you and Jeff? How are you doing?" He changed the subject.<p/><b></b> "We are doing... well." I lied.<p/><b></b> "Are you sure?"<p/><b></b> "No." I admitted "We broke up."<p/><b></b> "Why?" He asked "You were going to live together."<p/><b></b> "I know, but according to him..." I talked "I'm in love with someone else and you know, jealousy kills a relationship."<p/><b></b> "And that's true." he supported his hand on my shoulder and went to hug me "And how you feel about it? Did you talk again?"<p/><b></b> "Sincerely, I'm feeling better than I thought, we broke up the other day and... I don't feel sad or depressed, and that... makes me think that I am insensitive, I don't know, Bucky... We didn't talk since he left my house."<p/><b></b> "Don't say that! Perhaps now you maybe don't feel the need to cry and feel bad, it need not to be just after the break up, you know? It can be when you least expect it or just when you're ready to let you feel that."<p/><b></b> "You are right, Barnes, thank you." I hugged him again.<p/><b></b> "Hey... you know that you can count on me, right? Always"<p/><b></b> "I know. I know." I whispered "Thank you, Sergeant."<p/><b></b> "It is nothing. Come on, let's bring them the coffee." He said while the returned to the living room.<p/><b></b> "Yes, sir"<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> "So you will come, Y/N?"<p/><b></b> "Huh? Sorry, I was with the paper work... What's up?" I raised the view.<p/><b></b> "I was wondering if tomorrow you will come to the cinema with us, and with Laura and the kids?" Clint asked with a smile.<p/><b></b> "Yes of course!"<p/><b></b> "That's great!" Nat exclaimed "I won't be the only single while these two spend the film flirting!<p/><b></b> I laughed. That also make me it to my.<p/><b></b> My phone rang, it was my father.<p/><b></b> "Excuse me, I'll be right back, guys." It took me a bit to answer the call. "Dad?"<p/><b></b> "Hello sweetheart, how is everything going with the Avengers?" my father asked<p/><b></b> "Dad! It is been so long without knowing about you!" I said as I looked around "Everything is going really well. And you? Who are you doing?" I questioned happy.<p/><b></b> "Well, hey, bubble..."<p/><b></b> "Dad... how many times I said do not call me that... Tell me, what happen?"<p/><b></b> "Listen, I'm coming home"<p/><b></b> "Really? If so, when?" I asked excited, since it would be the first time that I would see my father in 18 months.<p/><b></b> "In two days I'll get to New York."<p/><b></b> "This Sunday, I..." I whispered "Then I'll pick you up at the airport, yes?"<p/><b></b> "Y/N, you don't need to take the trouble." he said calmly.<p/><b></b> "Dad, like it or not, I'll do it. And then we're going to enjoy the best lunch ever, alright?" I smiled.<p/><b></b> "You're just as stubborn as your mother." he said nostalgically.<p/><b></b> "So? What we can do now about that?" I said funny. "How long is going to be your permission?"<p/><b></b> "About that is what I wanted to talk to you. Honey, I've retired, I've left the army."<p/><b></b> "What!? When!"<p/><b></b> "Bubble, I have to go, this weekend I'll explain you everything."<p/><b></b> "Okay, bye dad. I love you."<p/><b></b> "I love you too, Y/N, bye." I smiled, finally I would see my father.<p/><b></b> Once finished the brief conversation with my father, I finished the paperwork that I had, then I cooped up my things, I said goodbye to everyone and went to my apartment. I was accompanied by Bucky, who had been waiting for a while. We were heading to the garage.<p/><b></b> "Do you want me to take you home?" I asked him.<p/><b></b> "No- well, Yes." he said awkwardly.<p/><b></b> "Yes or not, Barnes?" I laughed.<p/><b></b> "Not or Yes? What?"<p/><b></b> "Oh, god! This is been the weirdest conversation ever!"<p/><b></b> "Yeah, actually" he smiled at me.<p/><b></b> I loved his smile.<p/><b></b> "Y/N, can you take me to the Italian restaurant?" He asked nervously.<p/><b></b> "Sure! Will you be dining there with Molly?"<p/><b></b> "Exactly, doll. Why?"<p/><b></b> "Nah, for nothing, I wanted to congratulate her."<p/><b></b> "Congratulate her? Why?"<p/><b></b> What a dork.<p/><b></b> "Of course, aren't you going to marry her?"<p/><b></b> "Oh, yeah!" He laughed.<p/><b></b> After that and the short trip to the restaurant, I congratulated Molly for agreeing to marry Sergeant Barnes, because thankfully, I would not be the only one next to Steve that we would have to worry about him.<p/><b></b> But it saddens me in some way, although I do not know why I feel this, that there are things that are going to change.<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> I snorted.<p/><b></b> "I hate traffic! Damn traffic!" I said taking my hands to my head. "I should have gone through the other way ... But no! I had to go down the main street... Great! Just great!"<p/><b></b> I turned the radio on. The music they played rumbled in my head, but at least it made something more enjoyable the wait.<p/><b></b> Again. Damn traffic.<p/><b></b> It waited 15 minutes, when the thing finally seemed to move on and I was able to follow the road without more problems, but the traffic light turned red, so I had to stop, again.<p/><b></b> My phone started ringing. I could not find it, it had to be on the seat next to me. I looked for it and it appeared under the passenger seat, I bent to take it.<p/><b></b> It was for an instant that all around me was illuminated, a blinding light prevented me from seeing well and a sound like the horn of a truck. It came from the same direction as the light.<p/><b></b> A strong impact, hit my car and caused several dangerous turns. I saw the crystals break and I heard a loud metallic noise before everything darkened.<p/><b></b> Everything happened very fast.<p/><b></b> I saw nothing. Everything was dark, it was like if the world had disappeared. As if there was nothing.<p/><b></b> "Miss? Help! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! We need help!" I heard a distant voice shouting for help, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw that I was face down, inside the car yet.<p/><b></b> I shook my head a little, I looked around, everything was backwards. I saw everything double and each time the voices were more distant. I tried to stay awake, but I felt my eyes close. I really tried not to lose consciousnes.<p/><b></b> "Now I understand that... What Jeff told me..." I thought. "Funny. It was true."<p/><b></b> Shit.<p/><b></b> "I'm in love with him. I'm ... in love with Bucky," I whispered before being embraced by the darkness.<p/><b></b> And well, then, everything just changed.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Well darn it! Now I need to know what kind of yandere Deathsaurus is!! Wanna pick up where you left off with Tarn? XD And I love yandere Fort Max too, but somehow also yandere Overlord??! D: Imagine the nightmare of Overlord taking interest in the same human as Fort Max, considering their history! QAQ Obviously I'd choose Fort Max... but since when did the "object of affection" get to chose?

You have tempted me!  I am now tempt!  XD  (Continuation of this post.)

Truthfully, Deathasaurus would be pretty tame as far as the Decepticon yanderes go.  He already has a great relationship with his crew, so he’s not starved for attention or anything,  He’s more concerned with your welfare, and making sure you have time to adjust after being held captive by the DJD for so long.  You two actually end up forming a pretty strong bond, although a very strange one.  He casually threatens you with the possibility of murder at least once a day a la The Princess Bride, but it’s mostly just bluster on his end.  

His yandere side comes out whenever he senses a threat to your safety.  He knows his men wouldn’t lay a finger on you (at least not to harm you, but Deathasaurus has made it perfectly clear to them that they’re not to touch you for… other purposes either) but he will bristle on go on the alert around strangers or anyone who seems suspicious.  He hates to admit it, but you’ve managed to worm your way into his spark.  There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you.  Some mech giving you a rough time?  Don’t worry, sweetspark, he’s got this!  See something you like out shopping?  Deathasaurus will buy you one in every color!  Heck, he’ll buy you the whole store!  Anything to keep you at his side.  

At night he likes to cuddle you close to his chest and rarely will take no for an answer,  More often than not, you find your self drifting off to sleep as you’re lulled by his rumbling sleepy purr.

As for Overlord and Fort Max, well, why do you think Overlord became so fascinated with you in the first place?  ;)

Truthfully, Overlord has no interest in you personally at all, he just can’t stand for Max to have any sort of happiness in his life.  If he can, he takes it for himself, if not, he ruins it.  He becomes obsessed with you, trying to find a way to take you away from his long time rival.  (He’s got so many things planned for you, and if he can, he’s going to make Fort Max watch it all until he rips out his spark)

This drives Fort Max’s paranoia up 1000%!  Forget sneaking around and checking the security cameras.  He’s never letting you out of his sight again!  He insists on carrying you everywhere you go, even for short distances.  He becomes increasingly more suspicious of strangers and the other mech on the ship.  Sometimes his frustrations will get the better of him and he will snap at or lecture you if you do something that could put yourself in danger (though he always apologizes after.  It breaks his spark to see you upset.)  He insists on having you sleep in his room at night and installs about 50 more locks on the inside.  

He’ll do everything in his power to make sure that monster never gets his hands on you, and if he somehow does?  Max will tear Overlord apart with his bare hands to get you back.

anonymous asked:

can i ask for 15 for mreyder?

Things you said with too many miles between us

The life of a Pathfinder was nothing if not unpredictable. One moment Scott was helping to gather some minerals on Elaaden, the next came an urgent summon to the Nexus or a distress call from the resistance on Voeld. Still, even among all this hecticness – or maybe because of it – he found comfort in establishing a small routine, things repeated almost every single day that helped to ground him no matter in which corner of the galaxy he was at the moment: ungodly amounts of cereal for breakfast, the morning hug from Jaal, feeding the Pyjak forbidden snacks behind Lexi’s back. And of course daily calls to Reyes, right before Scott turned in for the night.

It felt nice to see his lover’s face and hear his voice broadcasted through the infinite void, even if that wasn’t nearly enough to fully quench the longing. They always chatted a bit about what interesting happened to them and joked a little, exchanging cheesy lines or bad puns. Sometimes the conversation took a turn into a naughty territory when they hadn’t seen one another for a long time and were itching for a release.

Scott adored their talks, the time devoted to no one else but each other, the comforting assurance that they both were alive and well, which wasn’t a given with the kind of lifestyle they both lead.  

Today Scott needed to see Reyes more than ever.

Lying on the bed in his quarters, one hand under his head, the other with the omni-tool in front of his face, he told SAM to make the call.

“Good evening, Kadara,” he said as soon as his lover’s smiling face appeared on the display. Reyes must have waited for the call because he picked up almost instantly.

“Ryder. How is my favorite Pathfinder doing today?” he asked in an upbeat tone. But the cheerfulness gradually faded from his face the longer he stared at Scott. He could always read him like a book. “Are you okay?” His words were caring, gentle, inspiring confidence and urging Scott to open up. And Scott needed that kind of encouragement to pour his heart out, the certainty that he would be heard.

“No. Not really,” he sighed, using his omni-tool-free hand to rub at his temple. He wondered if he looked as tired and dispirited as he felt.

“What happened?”

Scott took a deep breath and let the words flow.

“I was on Eos today when I heard that some of the people from the outpost went to explore the remnant ruins, even though I told them over and over again that it’s dangerous and they should stay away. I drove there as fast as I could but…” Scott paused, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, they were filled with anguish. “I arrived too late. The remnants tore them all to shreds right in front of me. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t save them. If only I was faster…”

“Scott, stop,” Reyes interrupted him, adamant but still sympathetic. “You can’t blame yourself for their stupidity. What happened wasn’t your fault.”

Scott heaved a sigh. A heavy burden of guilt weighed on his chest, one that he just couldn’t shake off.

“I know. I know, but…” he paused, his mournful eyes telling more than any words could ever do. “I wish you were here with me right now,” he whispered, sounding hopeless and pathetic to his own ears.  

But Reyes looked at him not with scorn, but with tenderness.

“I wish I was.”

The silence that fell between them was full of tension, vibrating with the vastness of space between them, the light years keeping them apart when the only thing they wanted was to be in one another’s arms.

Reyes was first to speak up.


Scott couldn’t hide his surprise when Reyes addresses the AI. Especially when SAM responded.

Yes, Reyes?

“Could you do something for me?”

Yes. As long as it will not go against my programming or against the Pathfinder’s wishes.”

“No, it’s nothing like that. Could you… could you make Scott feel as if I’m holding him? I think he needs that.”


“What? Reye–” Scott gasped when the sensation of being enveloped in a pair of strong arms spread through his body. The pressure against his skin, the warmth, it all felt so real. Scott’s throat clenched as he tried to rein in his emotions. He couldn’t deny though that the weight on his chest became lighter. 

“Better?” Reyes asked.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you.”

Scott tried to protest, but all it took was a little of gentle coaxing and he finally gave up. He closed his eyes and fell asleep quicker than he would imagine, safe in the imaginary embrace.

Reyes dawdled with ending the call, observing how Scott’s chest moved steadily with every breath he took, the expression on his face peaceful at last.

“SAM?” he asked once again.


“Can you help me with something one more time?”

With what, Reyes?

“Tell me where will you be touching down in the morning.”

* * * 

Of all the things Scott expected to find at the next port, Reyes, who had apparently flown like a madman entire night to get there before him, wasn’t one of them. Surprised, touched and happy, Scott was glad to confirm that no sensory substitute of a hug could compare to the real thing given freely and with love.

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I'll Fight for You (JJK)

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“It feels so nice being back home” Junkook said smiling as he threw himself on your bed.

“My home became your home now?” You laughed, sitting next to him.

“You’re my home, y/n” he thought. He couldn’t think it out loud, though. It would cause you both trouble. Junkook just laughed with you.

“Should we go out? We have so much to talk about” you smiled at him, standing up and pulling him up with you.

“Lets go to that park we used to always go to when we were younger” Junkook suggested and you nodded in approval.

You both walked next to each other quietly through the night’s cold air. You looked up at Junkook and saw him smiling faintly at the empty park’s pathway.

“What are you smiling at?” You asked him as you stopped in front of him.

He looked down at you and his smile got sadder. Your heart sank and you thought of everything bad that could be said.

“Y/n” his voice called softly and you looked up at his eyes.


“Let’s stop seeing each other” he told you and your eyes immediately filled up with tears.

“B-but why? I’m fine with you disappearing every now and then and not contacting me on so-” he cuts you off by pulling you into his chest. Your breath got heavier and you shut your eyes tightly letting a few tears escape your eyes.

“It’s not easy for you to see me anymore, is it?” He asked you and you pulled away.

“Why not?” You asked him in confusion.

“I know you like me. And I feel the same way towards you” he answered, making your entire world spin. He knew? When you made sure he won’t notice it. You tried your best not to let your feelings spill out, but here you are now standing in front him who had caught you.

“If I stay next to you, we can’t be happy. I can’t hold myself anymore. My company isn’t letting me get involved in a relationship”

“We can just be friends. Like always?” You suggested desperately.

“It’s not easy, y/n” he whispered.

“I’ve been there. I’ve liked you way before you liked me. Ever since we were kids. Not being able to say anything, not being able to tell you how I felt. It’s suffocating” he said and you let your tears escape as you sat down on the bench. It hurts.

“I’m so sorry” his voice got shaky. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He was holding back his tears just like you earlier.

“Maybe we could meet later. When we’re a bit older. When the lights around me had dulled down and the screams of fans faded. I will never forget your support and I will always know you’re out there, supporting me” he said, trying to stable his voice as you cried your heart out on the bench.

“Are you seriously leaving like that?!"you cried as he turned around and walked away.

"Junkook! Jeon Junkook!” You called his name. You tried running after him but he was already gone.

He thought letting you go will make you happier. He thought there were so many people that are better in the world. People that he could be easily replaced with.

You watched as his car disappeared into the distance. That fool whom you’ve loved for the longest of times. Whom you dreamed of growing up with was now just someone you’ll have to pay to meet with.

Junkook cried in the car. His best friends didn’t know what to do. They just looked at their youngest boy, crying as his heart ripped into pieces.

“Yah, Jungkoogah” Jin reached out for him quietly, pulling him into a comforting hug that made him cry even more.

“We can talk to the manager if it’s way too hard for you” Jimin said from the back of the car.

“It’s no use!” Junkook replied through his tears.

“I’ve tried and tried. They threatened to kick me out of the group. There are fans out there waiting for me. Waiting for us. I can’t let something personal get in the way” he explained to his hyungs as they listened attentively.

“If that personal thing means the world to you, you have to fight for it” Yoongi told him.

“If you love that girl, go after her. Risk everything you have for her. And just not seeing her won’t fix your heart, nor her heart. Junkook this isn’t one or two or even three years of friendship. You guys grew up together, loved each other, supported each other. And now admiration is involved. You can’t just let her go like this!” Yoongi advised. The car fell silent.

“Should we go back?” Hoseok asked him with a small, reassuring smile.

“Please take me back to where you picked me up from” Junkook told the driver and his hyungs cheered.

You laid in your bed, looking at she ceiling as your tears dried off. Your heart ached deeply at the mere thought of not being able to talk to him again. It wasn’t only friendship now. He likes you and you like him. As a man to woman. And that made it even more bitter.

Through the darkness of your mood and wild thoughts, someone rang your door bell. You didn’t feel like moving, but that person kept ringing it non stop. Frustrated, you got up and dragged yourself to the door. As soon as you opened it, you saw him.

“Jungkook?” You asked in confusion at his sudden return.

He didn’t say anything. He just kissed you through your pain. Everything washed off as soon as he pulled away and held
Your face in his hands.

“I’ll fight for you” he breathed.

“You’re everything I want. So I’ll fight for you”

parkkate  asked:

💙💙💙 "There is nothing you can say that will make me stop." - Otayuri 😉 (I just realized this would have worked as a nsfw pretty well, too, but I'll just think of another one hehehehehe 😉) 💙💙💙

(I tried…)

“There’s nothing you can say that will make me stop!” Yuri hissed, pushing away from the edge of the rink.

Yakov was shouting after him, but Yuri ignored him, building speed, and then attempting another quad salchow. Like all the other times that day, he lost his balance, he was too far forward, his legs just weren’t where he needed them to be, and he fell.

Growling, he curled his hand into a fist, and beat the ice, before picking himself back up, ready to try again. There was a sharp scrape on the ice, and Yuuri came to a sudden stop next to him.

“Give yourself a break, Yurio,” he said, out of breath himself from his practise. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Worry about yourself!” Yuri snapped. “You’re so red you look like a boiled pig.”

There was another sharp scrape on the ice, and Yuri tensed his shoulders in anticipation. A moment later, a heavy arm landed over them, nearly knocking him over.

“You really should practise some ballet while you adjust to your growth spurt, you know,” Viktor said, in his annoyingly cheerful know-it-all voice. “Get used to the height off the ice before on, you know? Take a break.”

Yuri growled again, pushing his arm off, and skating away from them, even though his body was aching from his falls. Checking for clear space, he tried again. And again.

Sometime later, he let out a stream of curses, and went to the edge of the rink for some water.

“When you were giving me directions, you should have said follow the swearing.”

Yuri looked up as he reached the barrier. Otabek was standing there with his hands in the pockets of his coat, tilting his head slightly, and smiling back at him.

“I would recognise that angry voice anywhere.”

Yuri’s stomach twisted. He scowled, and grabbed his bottle. How many times had Otabek seen him fall?

“You’re early,” he said shortly, taking a drink, and leaning his back against the rink, trying to hide his face as he felt it heat up.

He hadn’t seen Otabek for months, and the first time he laid eyes on Yuri, it was to see him fall. That wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Yuri had been planning to meet him at the airport.

“I grabbed an earlier flight,” Otabek said, leaning on the barrier next to him. Yuri could see him out of the corner of his eye. “Thought I’d surprise you.”

“Congratulations,” Yuri muttered, trying to ignore the way Viktor and Yuuri came together and started fooling around with some pair moves, while Yakov shouted at them from the side of the rink. But he couldn’t take his eyes off them. He used to skate beautifully like that. Until he’d grown.

“Ditch training and come out with me?” Otabek asked, tapping his upper arm with the back of one hand. “I missed lunch.”

Yuri sneered at him. “I’m in the middle of training.”

“Just for an hour?”

Now that he was standing still, Yuri’s entire body was aching. He could feel every fall, and the thought of falling again made him cringe. But he had to push through it, and adjust to his new height.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yakov walking around the rink towards him. The last thing he wanted was Yakov lecturing him in front of Otabek.

“Fine, one hour,” he said, quickly moving away to exit the rink. One hour wouldn’t set him back much, but it was plenty of time to catch up with Otabek.

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The Boston Hour (5/?)

In which Belle is an Antiques Roadshow super-fan and Gold is her favorite appraiser.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: As the afternoon session comes to a close, Gold gets an opportunity to talk to Belle.
WORDS: 2,509
A/N: Enjoy more of these two dorks trying to flirt with each other! Once again, you can catch up on the TMI Tuesday Q&A for this story here, if you’re into that sort of thing. :)

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Read on AO3]

“…The quality and craftsmanship of these pieces began to decline considerably after the fifteenth century. Prior to that time, they were commissioned almost exclusively by nobility, but as the popularity of the style grew, more and more pieces were being commissioned by the bourgeoisie. The pieces produced for these smaller, more numerous commissions lacked the care and attention to detail enjoyed by their predecessors, and as a result, that popularity quickly began to decline. However, in the late eighteenth century, Carlos III of Spain ordered an effort to–”

Rumford was appraising an impressive example of Hispano-Moresque lustreware when a petite figure in a blue dress stepped into his peripheral, completely destroying what little focus he had managed to keep since his conversation with David. Suddenly his thoughts were filled only with Miss French, and he had to force himself to finish his appraisal.

“An effort to p-preserve the ah… the techniques, which inspired a– inspired… a, um… r-r- revival of the style in the… the ah, mid ninth– I mean mid nineteenth– century. Which is… what I– what I believe we h-have here. Based on the ah, the coloring and the patterns used.”

He tore his attention away from the ornate dish like he’d been drowning and Miss French was the breath of fresh air waiting for him at the surface.

And there she was. Miss Belle French, heading in his direction. A Venus with her auburn waves, her plump, berry-stained lips, and towering heels. Good grief. Was it possible that she’d somehow gotten even more beautiful since he’d spoken with her little more than two hours ago? He watched as her friend showed her something on her phone, and she pouted her lips in thoughtful deliberation before nodding. Her friend then whispered something to her and winked, and Belle blushed– her smile blinding in its brilliance as she laughed.

Rumford swallowed hard.

He was going to talk to this woman? He was going to ask her out on a date? Was he out of his bloody mind?

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Placebo lyrics sentence starters
  • "I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing."
  • "I gotta get high, before I go outside."
  • "I'm in alcoholic kind of mood."
  • "I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger."
  • "I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster."
  • "I know, the last in line is always called a bastard."
  • "We were born to lose."
  • "It's either you or me."
  • "S/he stole the keys to my house and then s/he locked herself/himself out."
  • "I'm confused and racked with self-doubt."
  • "Don't you wish you'd never met her/him?"
  • "You don't care about us."
  • "You're too complicated, we should separate it."
  • "Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine."
  • "I'll take it by your side."
  • "Without you, I'm Nothing."
  • "Without you, I'm Nothing at all."
  • "Don't let me down."
  • "Your smile would make me sneeze."
  • "I'd pay to have you near."
  • "Don't forget to breathe."
  • "Another love I would abuse, no circumstances could excuse."
  • "I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind."
  • "There's nothing here but what here's mine."
  • "Never thought I'd fill with desire."
  • "Never thought I'd feel so ashamed."
  • "Never thought all this could back fire."
  • "Never thought you'd fuck with my brain."
  • "Say goodbye."
  • "You must realise that you're never alone."
  • "I'm a man, a liar."
  • "Now it takes him all day just to get an erection."
  • "Things aren't what they seem."
  • "I dream of a face that is pure as perfection."
  • "Hey motherfucker, I'm after you. I know where you live."
  • "Change your taste in men."
  • "Come back to me."
  • "Join the masquerade."
  • "I'll describe the way I feel; weeping wounds that never heal."
  • "No escaping gravity."
  • "Draw your final breath."
  • "Every time I rise I see you falling."
  • "Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart?"
  • "I was never faithful, and I was never one to trust."
  • "I'm forever black-eyed, a product of a broken home"
  • "I was never grateful, that's why I spend my days alone."
  • "I wrote this novel just for you."
  • "I wrote this novel just for you, that's why it's vulgar, that's why it's blue."
  • "Those motherfuckers got it wrong."
  • "They said I should get expensive help to fix my head."
  • "I don't care for myself."
  • "Run away from all your boredom."
  • "Run away from all your whoredom."
  • "All it takes is one decision."
  • "Run away!"
  • "You're the one who's always bruised and broken."
  • "I understand the fascination."
  • "I understand the fascination, I've even been there once or twice or more."
  • "Please don't die."
  • "It seemed a place for us to dream."
  • "Love can die."
  • "Wake up..."
  • "I've got problems with the booze, nothing left to lose."
  • "I'm faithless... I'm scared."
  • "I'm on my own for far too long."
  • "She's insane, this friend of mine."
  • "Always stays the same, nothing ever changes."
  • "Hold your breath and count to ten."
  • "Beware this troubled world."
  • "Soulmate dry your eye."
  • "Soulmates never die."
  • "Hush, it's okay."
  • "See you at the bitter end."
  • "There's something rotten down here..."
  • "Don't forget to be the way you are."
  • "The only thing you can rely on is that you can't rely on anything."
  • "Don't go and sell your soul for self-esteem."
  • "Remember me..."
  • "Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry the whole night through..."
  • "I'll be your father, I'll be your mother, I'll be your lover, I'll be yours."
  • "I'll be yours."
  • "Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry for days and days..."
  • "You never were a genius."
  • "Yes I know you're the jealous type."
  • "Walk away!"
  • "Protect me from what I want..."
  • "Maybe we're victims of fate."
  • "Remember when we'd celebrate? We'd drink and get high until late."
  • "Now we're all alone."
  • "Come on fallen star I refuse to let you die."
  • "I've been waiting far too long!"
  • "Be mine."
  • "I was alone, falling free..."
  • "What happened to us, what happened to me?"
  • "Baby...did you forget to take your meds?"
  • "I was alone, falling free, trying my best not to forget."
  • "I will be the one to make you crawl!"
  • "I came down to wish you an unhappy birthday."
  • "Someone call the ambulance..There's gonna be an accident."
  • "I can see in the dark."
  • "I will be the one to watch you fall."
  • "I will find you!"
  • "You're always ahead of the game, I drag behind."
  • "You possess every trait that I lack."
  • "You got A's on your algebra test, I failed and they kept me behind."
  • "I just gotta get off my chest, that I think you're divine."
  • "You let me down before."
  • "I'm medicated...How are you?"
  • "It's the pills that bring you down."
  • "It's between you and me."
  • "It's the pills that pick you up."
  • "It's the special way we fuck."
  • "Fall into you, is all I seem to do..."
  • "I'm afraid to be alone."
  • "This house is no longer a home."
  • "Don't give up on the dream!"
  • "Tear us in two, is all it's gonna do."
  • "Don't go and leave me."
  • "Please don't drive me blind."
  • "I'd fill your every breath with meaning."
  • "I'll find a place we both could hide."
  • "You don't believe me."
  • "You do this everytime."
  • "I know we're broken."
  • "Your eyes forever glued to mine."
  • "I know I broke it."
  • "I know I broke you."
  • "It's horrid to see you again."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your lips."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your kiss."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your fists."
  • "I was not honest."
  • "And I'll wait my turn,to terrorize you."
  • "Can't you see these skies are breaking?"
  • "one of a kind is all I own."
  • "I wanna try but I get annoyed."
  • "In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high."
  • "In the cold light of morning,You're drunk sick from whoring and high."
  • "You are one of God's mistakes."
  • "You're a waste of skin."
  • "You're waste of space."
  • "It's a song to say goodbye."
  • "Well now you need me more than I need you."
  • "You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?"
  • "It doesn't hurt me."
  • "You don't want to hurt me."
  • "So much hate for the ones we love."
  • "Tell me, we both matter, don't we?"
  • "Let me steal this moment from you now."
  • "The way you're dancing makes me come alive."
  • "Move closer, I wanna feel your touch."
  • "The way you're moving, makes you all that I desire."
  • "You are the one who took my place."
  • "And it was a leap of faith I could not take."
  • "And it was a promise I could not make."
  • "You are getting in the way!"
  • "I have nothing left to say."
  • "I will pretend it didn't hurt."
  • "You are a cheap and nasty fake."
  • "I am the bones you couldnt break!"
  • "I always aimed to please."
  • "I nearly died."
  • "For what it's worth?"
  • "Come on walk with me."
  • "Got no friends, got no lover."
  • "I've been wasting all my time!"
  • "I got no energy to fight."
  • "I don't see the point in trying."
  • "All of my wrongs, and all my wicked ways,Will come back to haunt me."
  • "He wrote all the songs I hope to write someday."
  • "Looks like the devil is here to stay."
  • "We'll kiss and tremble with the delight."
  • "I had so very much to say."
  • "I pretended I was okay."
  • "So I haven't given up."
  • "A heart that hurts, is a heart that works."
  • "No one can take it/you away from me."
  • "I long, I burn to touch her/him/you just the same."
  • "Don't let them get their way!"
  • "There is no law we/you must obey!"
  • "Damn you all to hell!"
  • "Time will help you through..."
  • "The sound of silence grows."
  • "The two of us are rebels."
  • "The payback is here, take a look, it's all around you."
  • "You thought you'd never shed a tear."
  • "This ain't no singing in the rain."
  • "You can run but you can't hide!"
  • "No one here gets out alive."
  • "Breathe me every time you close your eyes..."
  • "Taste me every time you cry."
  • "This memory will fade away and die."
  • "Just for today, breathe me and say goodbye..."
  • "How many times?!"
  • "Now I can't look you in the eye!"
  • "And I don't even want to try."
  • "Every word from you is a lie."
  • "I'm always falling on my face."
  • "I don't think that you're aware of the cost."
  • "Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you!"
  • "Don't leave me here to pass through time!"
  • "I don't know where to begin."
  • "Don't leave me here."
  • "I'm sick of fighting..."
  • "The cold is biting..."
  • "My broken spirit is frozen to the core."
  • "Don't wanna be here no more."
  • "Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes?"
  • "And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away?"
  • "You must be joking!"
  • "You don't even know a thing about it!"
  • "You've got no problem."
  • "I'd stay right there if I were you!"
  • "The grass is always greener over there."
  • "I don't want to be alone."
  • "I'm alive, so alive."
  • "I'm in a desperate situation."
  • "Now there's a hand print on your cheek."
  • "Is it my imagination?"
  • "Let me pay you back in kind."
  • "I always watch you when you're dreaming"
  • "I always watch you when you're dreaming because I know it's not of me."
  • "I smoke a dozen cancer sticks."
  • "We run for our lives."
  • "Promise me that we will make it through."
  • "Don't worry baby - it's just the end of the world."
  • "I refuse to remain in regrets."
  • "I've existed too long in secrets."
  • "Help me start to heal."
  • "Every one of my needs will be met."
  • "I refuse to be left behind."
  • "I know you want to stop."
  • "Be glad for what you got."
  • "I recognize the smile."
  • "There are some things I cannot forget."
  • "It may be for a while, I'll pretend we've never met."
  • "And maybe we will part."
  • "Will your paranoia keep you warm?"
  • "I will still enjoy to watch you fall."
  • "Stop!"
  • "I try every day"
  • "I try every day, to think of something deep to say."
  • "If I am an extra in the film of my own life, then who the hell is the director?"
  • "Show me how to live."
  • "There's a riot in my head."
  • "Let's fight until the end of days."
  • "Let's destroy and let's devastate."
  • "I know where you live."
  • "Time is money, bastard."
  • "You are so beautiful."
  • "Love claims to have the answer."
  • "Can you imagine a love that is so proud?"
  • "We are loud like love!"
  • "If you were mine, then we would know!"
  • "And with our bodies entwined we will know paradise."
  • "My computer thinks I'm gay."
  • "I got too many friends."
  • "I'll never be there for you/them."
  • "I am a small and gentle man."
  • "Hold on to me..."
  • "My behaviour is hard to understand."
  • "But I'm still doing all I can, to try and get me some redemption."
  • "And I'm knee deep in sinking sand, crying out for your attention!"
  • "Rob the bank!"
  • "Take me home, then make love."
  • "There wasn't much I used to need..."
  • "Now my mistakes are haunting me."
  • "I've lost the power to understand what it takes to be a man."
  • "You tried your best to be a friend to my heart."
  • "I saw you wanted this to end."
  • "Please no grieving, my love, understand?"
  • "Now I feel I've lost my spark."
  • "Can't you see I'm sick of fighting?"
  • "Can't you see I've lost my way?"
  • "All my dreaming torn in pieces..."
  • "As you wake does he smother you in kisses long and true?"
  • "Want you so bad I can taste it!"
  • "If I could, I would hover while he's making love to you, make it rain as I cry."
  • "Your touch, I cannot regret!"
  • "You're so my kind."
  • "You're so my kind, erotic and devine."
  • "To me you're more than a human, you are more complex."
  • "You are like a fallen angel."
  • "Look me in the eyes, say that again."
  • "Knock me off my feet like heroin."
  • "No need to disguise or to pretend."
  • "Tonight's the night that we begin the end."
  • "I tried, God knows, I tried."
  • "There's nothing you can do to change my mind."
  • "I don't enjoy to watch you cry."
  • "Blame me for the sorry state you're in."
  • "I love you more than any man, but something's getting in the way."
  • "I do you harm because I can for the second time today."
  • "When I get drunk, you take me home and keep me safe from harm."
  • "I ask you for another second chance, but then I drink it all away."
  • "I was so delicate when we began, so tender when I spoke your name."
  • "Now I'm nothing but a partisan to my compulsion and my shame."
  • "You know, I'm grateful, I appreciate."
  • "Then I run away to wonderland, and disappear without trace."
  • "Can't you see there's a world out there?"
  • "Don't be scared."
  • "Babe I'm gonna be your man!"
  • "And it's plain to see you were meant for me."
  • "I wanna be your toy."
  • "I've been smoking too long."
  • "I wanna turn you on."
  • "I'm only a person."
  • "Open up your heart, let me slip inside."
  • "Lie to me."
  • "Drink you pretty."
  • "My mother told me, that you're never lonely when you're laughing all the time."
  • "My father told me, that you're always lonely when they're all laughing at you."
  • "He tries to impress her, mentally undress her."
  • "Theres a look on your face I would like to knock out."
  • "All I want is to see you in terrible pain."
  • "Theres no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow."
  • "Fuck you."
  • "So fuck you anyway."
  • "Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say."
  • "Theres a time for us all and I think yours has been, can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene?"
  • "I cant wait for the day that you're never around, when that face isn't here and you rot underground."
  • "Your eyes are almost dead."
  • "I wanna be much more like you."
  • "I wanna take a bath with you."
  • "I wanna say I do."
  • "The way your smile lights up the room."
  • "To jealousy I'll stay immune."
  • "She's a faker, always let's me down."
  • "Don't you make me frown."
  • "I never wanted the real thing."
  • "I didn't mean it."
  • "I'm the one to blame."
  • "Did too much cocaine..."
  • "One more time for me."
  • "Put your hands in the air, and wave them like you give a fuck!"
  • "The only place you’re truly free is cosy in your dreams."
  • "We need to concentrate on more then meets the eye."
  • "Patience comes to the ugly, not me."
  • "Laughter comes to the lucky, not me."
  • "Where is my mind?"

(AU where Neal cracked and said “fuck off” to August and went to see Emma when she was in jail, and she was so confused because she never got visitors and she barely let herself hope - 

And there he was, in that stupid jacket of his, looking all nervous, waiting for her. 

She’s not showing yet, and she’s glad for it. 

And he apologizes, and explains as best he can, and he tells her he won’t give up on her, he’ll prove to her that he’s worth her trust again, he’ll be back every visitor’s day, and she doesn’t quite believe him (but God, she wants to) and so she just nods and says nothing.

And he does come back, every time, and eventually she can’t hide it anymore and she tells him about the baby, tells him she’s giving it up, and they get into a blowout fight there in the visiting room and he ends up escorted out by the guards - 

And he tells her she doesn’t have to give the baby up, tells her he wants this, her, it, themtogether

And she believes him. 

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