this cost me a table

Caffeine Challenge 19

Miraculously I was free again at 10am on a weekday. I took it as a sign that i should write something. Once again thanks to @caffeinewitchcraft for the challenge. 

The prompt i used was “Usually people thought their preferred method of payment was money.” 

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Usually people thought the preferred method of payment was money.They came in with all sorts of currency, from American dollars, to stocks and bonds, many simply showed up with gold bars. I didn’t fault them. Most people didn’t have much information, and the little they did have was twisted through years of fables and fantasy storytelling. The truth was often less black and white, and a lot stranger. 

Buying a curse from a fairy was not a simple transaction. 

I sat on my stool, staring blankly at the bottom of my cup, ignoring the chime of the door as my next customer arrived. The moonlight shown through the window of the coffee shop, giving an almost ethereal edge to the various chairs and tables strewn about. The naturally dim interior lighting was resting for my eyes, so used to straining in the unnatural glow of fluorescence that humans seemed to prefer so much. I called out to the barista for another round, shaking my empty cup pointedly, at which she rolled her eyes but complied. I like this shop; it’s open late, catering to the supernatural crowd. People leave you alone for the most part. The night staff, most of which were supernatural beings themselves, enforced it. 

“Here you go, black coffee with…” she sighed loudly “ten sugars.” The barista shuddered. “Must you butcher my beautiful coffee?” 

“Shush, coffee slave. The customer is always right, remember?” 

With a laugh she turned away, although I distinctly heard her mutter something about ‘uncultured fairy twat” 

“I heard that!”

Without turning she responded, “I was counting on it.” 

The brief exchange and the sweet coffee was enough to lift my spirits, but they quickly plummeted again as the woman now standing beside me cleared her throat to get my attention. She was well dressed, her clothing, hair and nails immaculate, but her face was transformed by a look I knew all too well: desperation. 

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How could you?

Originally posted by joligraphie

Prompt 16 “I never meant to hurt you.”

  • Warnings: sad, death, grief?

Klaus knew what he did. At first, he didn’t regret it until he found out it was your one and only best friend who you met in preschool.

“Y/N will never forgive you for this, but I deserved it.” said the women Klaus had in a choke hold draining most of her blood, he released his teeth from her neck.

“What do you know of Y/N?” Asked Klaus.

With the last bit of energy, she replied, “In her best friend.” She said before limping to the ground. Klaus tried to feed her his blood, but instead, nothing worked.

You two were sisters. You did everything together. Klaus never met her though, time never worked for you and the Mikaelsons to meet her, but she was a target for Klaus. Klaus never told you of the violence or who he killed, instead, he kept you pure. He didn’t want to taint your purines with murders.

He was still covered in the blood of the witches he had killed and some of that blood was your best friends. He waited for you to walk through that door not sure if you knew if he killed her or if he would ruin your day by telling you what he did. Klaus heard the door open then softly close. Her heart beat fast and that’s when he knew she knew her best friend was dead.

She walked through the door of there bedroom and she looked at him with a straight face holding back the tears. “Do you know who told me?” You asked. Klaus looked at you with regret in his eyes. “The noble fucking Elijah. You killed her Klaus. You killed her.” Said Y/N as her voice broke.

“I never meant to hurt you.” Said Klaus in a regretful tone. “I didn’t know it was her until it was too late.”

Y/N looked up as tears began to water in her eyes. “She did one thing. One thing wrong you killed my best friend of 20 years, how could you!” You said walking to him now crying hard.

You hit his chest rather hard and continued and he let you until you finally started to weaken and collapse in his chest and cried grabbing onto his shirt tightly. He knew you’d never forgive him for this. “I’m so sorry.” He said holding you tightly.

You didn’t forgive him. It was two months since it happened and within the two months, you spent your time cleaning out your best friends home with her parents. You all sorted out what you wanted, what they wanted, what to give away and what to throw away.

You took her death the hardest. She was a sister to you and she was killed by the man you loved. You wanted to forgive him. You wanted to kill him, but you mostly wanted him to hold you for comfort.

You had cut ties with all the Mikaelsons, but as you sat there and looked at the photo of you and your best friend all you could hear was, ‘go and see him.’ You knew too well that it was your best friend communicating with you.

As witches, you can sense the dead or the dead can communicate with the living, and she did. You stood up, “I’ll be back. I have to meet an old friend.” You told her parents. They nodded and continued on sorting.

When you arrived the compound all cars were gone except for Klaus SUV. You jiggled the doorknob and it opened. Your heels clicked on the wood floor only to see Klaus paint room an absolute mess, with him in there on the couch drinking a bottle of his most expensive wine. The wine you bought him.

“That cost me over 7,000 dollars.” You said placing your purse on the table next to the doors, your keys making a loud noise as so.

Klaus turned around and looked at you with sad eyes, “Y/N?” He asked

“In the flesh.” You stated bitterly.

He stood up slowly and looked deeply into your eyes and you smiled. “Despite how much I hate you at the moment for killing my best friend, I need someone and your the only one who knows how to make me forget the world for a moment.” You told him looking back feeling in his eyes.

“You letting me back in?” He asked surprised.

“This doesn’t mean I trust you. This doesn’t mean I forgive you and this doesn’t mean I don’t hate you, but I can’t hate you forever, so this is me trying.” You said with a shaky voice trying not to cry.

“I will do anything in my power to earn your trust, I doubt you will ever forgive me, but I will do anything.” He begged.

“I know you will,” you stated with a nod.

“It’s not his fault.” You heard a whisper. You looked in the direction the voice came from only to see a shadow disappear behind the wall to the next room.

“Y/BFF/N.” you whispered to yourself

“What?” Asked Klaus confused.

“Nothing. Anyways, I will not be living here for some time. I am cleaning out the house of Y/BFF/N, till then you earn my trust back day by day and will see.” You stated.

“I love you Y/N.” Klaus told you.

This was the first time he told you. He’s never uttered those words to anyone else. “Klaus, you know I love you too. I never will stop. You still have that chance with me. I’ll be going, love.” You told him, grabbing your purse and keys and heading for that door.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” he said once again.

You turned your head around and gave him a simple smile, “I know you are.” You turned back to the door and left.

The best comeback ever

A chosen few teenagers have been welcomed to ask for me by name when they come in. Why some and not others? Because the ones I encourage to ask for me tip well. 

Tonight I had a group of 3 such regulars. These girls always come in together, ask for the exact same thing, and pay with $20 bills and don’t want change (equating to about a 22% tip from each of them.)

If it’s slow I’ll stand there and talk with them a bit - much like I do with all the guests I get that I supect/know will tip me appropriately.

Got back with drinks tonight and there’s two boys in the booth with them.

The girls ask me to remove them. And I do. One of the boys is an ex-boyfriend. I don’t really care so much, my paying regular wants them not sitting with them - the reason is not relevant to anything.

Anyway, I get the wild hair across my ass to buy the girls a dessert to split (cost me $4 - I make at least double that in tips from this table, and the future good will it generates will more than pay me back) mostly because I just fucking felt like it.

The ex-boyfriend asks if he can have a free dessert too.

LOL NO!

So he decides to loudly ask - over an empty dining room with only the two tables - why I’ll buy the girls’ dessert but not him and his friend.

Girl 1: It’s called tipping, Trevor.

Trevor: Fuck you, Megan.

Girl 2: She would but she can get the same thing from her pinky finger.

I laughed so hard I actually cried a bit. I laughed so hard I couldn’t fucking breathe. My coworkers laughed their asses off when they heard about it and my manager (same guy that gave Dory the resignation form that she sadly hasn’t returned yet) gave them 25% off just for the humor value (at my prompting.)

That’s funny as hell and I’d buy them dessert every time they come in for a line like that.

After last night’s post where I said “I love that man.” I’ve gotten no fewer than 6 anon asks accusing me of being gay.

Yeah, you caught me. Good job, Detective Dipshit. -J


EDIT: This post is absolute bullshit. It’s set up as absolute bullshit, looks like absolute bullshit, and was only posted so somebody, anybody, would call me out on it. Please, for the love of God, stop reblogging it, or at least make fun of it. -J

The Affair

here’s an unnecessarily long coworkers!Everlark drabble. 


Katniss has just dropped her bag on her desk when Peeta appears, two coffee mugs in hand.

“Good morning,” he greets with an easy smile. “Two sugars, just like you like it.”

Even as she rolls her eyes, she can’t help the smile that slips into place as she takes the proffered mug. “If you suck up any harder, you’re going to collapse a lung, Mellark,” she teases, sipping the hot liquid before she sets it down beside her keyboard.

He scoffs in mock offense. “We’re peers, Everdeen. There are no nefarious ulterior motives here.” He sips his own coffee before continuing, bracing his shoulder against the edge of her cubicle wall. “You are Abernathy’s favorite, though, so…”

This time, she’s the one who snorts dismissively. “Hardly. You’ve only been here a month, and he already likes you better than everyone else,” she grumbles, flipping on her computer screen.

She’s not prepared for Peeta to lean in close, his mouth dangerously close to her ear in conspiracy. She tenses at the proximity, her eyes dropping to his lips as they shape his response. “The secret is that he takes his coffee with a shot of Jameson,” he whispers, his mouth curling up at the corners, and she laughs as he finally leans back, her face mildly flushed.

“Duly noted,” she replies, keeping her tone dry, and he just grins at her and takes a step back out of her cubicle.

“I’ll leave you to it then. Remember, it’s going to be a big, big, big day!” he chirps in perfect imitation of their office manager, Effie Trinket, and she just gives him a disapproving shake of her head, despite the grin on her face.

He heads back to his desk, and her gaze follows him until he disappears into his cubicle.

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Money:Won’t //N.Maloley//

Skate.

Screaming filled my ears,the lights are blinding me and my body is aching all over.

I need a better job.

I gulped down and tasted blood once again and my throat ached more from the dryness.

“C'mon Maloley.What you waitin’ for huh? That girlfriend of yours?”

It was the perfect chance,he was getting too cocky and his face isn’t protected.Now I see clearly what I have inflicted on him this past 20 minutes.Him mentioning Y/N only made my blood boil even more,all of my opponents made Y/N as a bait for me,and the tables always turn for them,can’t they get it by now?

I sprinted to him and took my chance,my knuckles colliding with his nose,it was the perfect moment,the breaking of his noise to the bell,announcing that the fight is over.

He fell on the floor of the ring,staining it with blood,his sweat making it slippery.

50,000 dollars bitch.

That’s how much these bruises cost.

-

I guzzled down the celebratory booze the Jack’s gave me,the table in front of me is fillled with even more booze,weed,a ton shit of lighters,and a lot more shit I can’t even see from the smoke in the room.

“When is Y/N going home?” Derek’s head is already lolling side to side from the whole bottle he downed like a fucking syrup while Swazz who was sitted beside him perked his head up and his eyes ogling out of its socket,like a fucking dog.He knows what’s up.

“You got me.”

It has been days since she’s been gone,may be even weeks,I didn’t bother to count just because I can’t do it.

Their last phonecall was days away,just letting him know that she’s not going to be back for a few more days and she’s working out something out with her parents.

“Where is she anyways?”

John was trying to make him shut up by now,I can tell,the way Derek was twitching and how much John was trying to stifle it pathetically.

I just kept my head trained on the table,in a mess that is full of drugs,alcoholic drink and so much more shit.

So much more shit that would drive Y/N away.

Perfect example of how easily she can leave him.

Perfect example of why her parents didn’t want their only daughter to fall in love and marry me,have kids with me,raise them and then grow old together.

Perfect example of why we can’t be together.

“C'mon,dickhead don’t sleep here,that’s my spot.”

Swazz was now lifting Derek off of the couch to crash him in a bed upstairs.

Every fucking thing happening around makes me think of her.

We do that to each.I would carry Y/N’s drunk ass from the bar to the car,up the stairs then finally into bed,she would also do that to me when it’s my turn to get wasted.She is like Derek when she’s drunk,saying things nonchalantly that might get her—us in trouble.

“You okay?”

He was left panting beside me after he carried Derek upstairs.

“Yeah,fine.Would you get me something to eat,I’m fucking hungry.”  I grabbed money for him and he head out the door without another word.

If someone gets me in this house other than Y/N,I know for sure that it’s John.

He was always with me to every fight,basically my coach.He is also always with me with every deal and deal gone wrong every time.

Speaking of the dickhead,he came back and knocked on the door,that’s when I saw his keys still on the table.

There she was.

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“What the fuck do you mean deal? I won’t agree to that! I’m your real fiance!”

She flinched by the sound of my voice,and judging by it,I think the people sleeping upstairs are all awake.

“Nate,we can’t do anything you understand me? You wanna pretend and still be us behind the curtains.It’s either this or they’ll make you leave.”

“They’re not going to make me leave,I’m staying here.”

“That’s what you say but you don’t exactly have a choice when they’re bargaining you with money to leave,or swallow a bullet and die.”

“I’m just going to fucking swallow a bullet for you with a ring on my finger than to go somewhere far and be with someone else just to pretend that I don’t fucking love you.”

“Nate don’t you ever fucking say that,we’ll both make it alive with this shit.”

It was always life and death on either side of us,just one wrong twitch of a muscle then we’d go back to who created us.That’s one of the few things that I fucking despise with this arrangement,upset someone in my side,those dealers? They’re going to kill Y/N and make me suffer,with Y/N’s parents,they’re gonna kill me and make Y/N suffer.

Both aren’t very pretty.

“Then what do you want me to say? To leave you,give you to someone who you don’t know,let your parents abuse the shit out of you? Hell fucking no.”

“May be you should.”

And it fucking hurts.

She could have been happy with someone else,she could be filthy rich,she could be everything she wanted to with that guy who her parents wanted her to be with.

“You want to?”

“If you wouldn’t be hurt,then I’d do it.”

“So you’re just going to drop every fucking thing we built in this last 4 years,to be with a man who doesn’t fucking care about you!”

I’ve never had someone bargain with me other than drugs,and I would never in my whole life bargain Y/N with me.

It was taking a toll on her I could tell,the pressure on both sides making her head to explode any time now and it did.Her tears are falling down her cheeks faster than ever and I don’t know how to stop it.I don’t know how to make it better.I’ve seen her cry many of times,but I don’t know how to make it better,I can’t give her to them again,she had been better with him.

“Please don’t cry Y/N,please.”

Next thing I know we are upstairs,we managed to find a spare room amidst of my fucked up brain and her tears blocking her vision and we were on the bed like nothing’s wrong.

“You need to sleep it off.”

“Would it be gone by morning?” It hasn’t stopped yet,her tears.They’re still free falling down her cheeks and down my chest,where her head lays down.Her eyebrows met and there’s little crinkles made from her contorting her face out of sorrow she doesn’t have to fucking feel in the first place.

“If it’s not,then we’d get fucking wasted tomorrow,we’d get wasted till it doesn’t poison you anymore.”

She was asleep by the end of it.

Judging by the bags under her eyes,she hasn’t slept properly since she her parents went by her flat.She has always been terrified of them,I saw their wrath on her,I saw how they beat Y/N up to the pulp and I hated everyday for it because I didn’t interfere with them,and I just watched.

I placed a kiss on her forehead and hoped with her that by the morning,it would be okay.

-

She woke me up.

She was on the brink of falling,literally.

It was the good thing that our bed was close to the window sit,the only window without bars in this house.It was suppose to be an escape,for me,for the boys,for whenever someone wanted to hunt us down and decided to come here,we just need to jump over the flat next to ours that has a balcony.

“Fuck!”

Her hand is clutching on the lock of the window,the only thing that’s making her not fall all the way,but her upper body is heavier than the one that is inside the room and any moment she might fall.

“Ma,breathe,just breathe.”

I got to her first.

“Shit.I can’t I almost—Shit,I can't—”

Her pupils are dilated and her chest was heaving up and down and I could feel her heart thumping on her chest and unto mine.

“Sit on the edge.”

I guided her carefully,her legs dangling down on the open end of the building,she was between my legs,my head on her neck,placing careful kisses down to her shoulders,while my hands plays with her fingers.

“Breathe ma,just feel me.I’m right here.You love city lights right? Look over there.You can see them,they’re floating everywhere.”

Her breathing floated back to normal,just like the lights she was looking at,her fingers stopped shaking and her body melted to mine.

She’s back.

“Y/N,I won’t leave you.I don’t care about the bargain or any of this bullshit about your family.I’m going to go through hell just to be with you,If I need to walk the fucking United States,just to marry you in the end I’m going to put my fucking shoes on and be gone in the morning.If I need to dress like those fucking preppy pussy,I’m going to do it.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I won’t leave you because of this bullshit.I finally found my fucking heart,I’m not going to give it to people who wouldn’t take care of it.”


This is a bit fucked up.

Sorry for the delay.

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-Mariellen.

The Other Winchester ~Part 5 ~ Not My Division

Originally posted by e-tudiante

Warnings: Mentions of falling and death

Pairings: None at the moment

Word Count: 2164

Parts:

  • Prologue
  • Part 1 ~ Winchesters
  • Part 2 ~ A Visit From The King of Hell
  • Part 3 ~ An Old Mission
  • Part 4 ~ Zola

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BUCKY’s POV

I sit at the kitchen table waiting for Pierce my gun placed on the table in front of me. I silently wonder what would be my mission now. Suddenly, Pierce comes into the kitchen to get a drink when he sees me, Pierce stares for a moment before his housekeeper calls out, “I’m going to go, Mr. Pierce. You need anything before I leave?”

“No. Uh…it’s fine, Renata, you can go home.”

“Okay, night-night.”

“Good night.” Pierce says and a door can be heard closing as she leaves. “Want some milk?” He asks and I just stare at him without replying. “The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Three targets, two level six and one was thought to be dead but somehow she survived.” He pours himself a glass of milk and walks over to join me at the table. “They already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours.”

Just then Renata interrupts us as she enters the kitchen, “Sorry, Mr. Pierce, I…I forgot my phone.” She notices me and Pierce scowls as he says, “Oh, Renata. I wish you would have knocked.” Pierce picks up the gun from the table and shoots and kills her. Turning back to me he says, “Rumlow has the files and pictures.”

I nod and grabbing my gun place it back in its holster. I head out to the Humvie where Rumlow was waiting with three files. One had a picture of a man with short blonde hair his name was Rogers. My head throbs at the name but I shake it away as I look at the next folder. A red headed woman named Romanov and again something scratches at my mind. Clenching my jaw I move to the next file and my heart clenches at the picture. Why? Did I know her? It felt like I did. Her name was Campbell, again something scratched at my mind.

“Do we know where they are?” I ask as I stare at the photo of Campbell trying to remember something about her.

“Last know whereabouts where an old army base in Jersey. As of right now we don’t know.” Rumlow says as he climbs into the driver’s seat. “If they know about Pierce’s plans they’ll be back in DC soon.”

“Then let’s get ready.” I say as I glance back at her picture. One way or another I was going to figure out why she felt familiar.

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Reader’s POV

Once Nat was awake we quickly make our way back to DC. “Are you sure we can trust him?” I ask Steve once he tells us of his plans to go to his new friend Sam’s house for help. WE wait until Sam returns from his run before the three of us sneak up to his back door. Upon opening it the dark man says, “Hey, man.”

“I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lay low.” Steve says and I glance around to make sure the coast is clear.

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us.” Nat says and my heart clenches. Sam pauses a moment before replying, “Not everyone.” He holds the door open and lets us inside. After a quick shower I stand in the kitchen with Sam and smirk as I say, “You know I have a little brother named Sam,”

“Really?” He asks as he glances to me from the side after flipping a pancake.

“Yup, well he’s not exactly little; he’s 6'4” but you know he is a year younger.“

"Damn is your brother part giant?”

“Possibly, It’s hard to tell our genealogy is all over the place.”

“So how many siblings do you have?”

“Two and both are brothers, The oldest is Dean and of course Sam is younger.”

“Bet they were hell to grow up with?” Sam says and my heart clenches.

“I wouldn’t know, I was kidnapped when I was a year old and sent to the Red Room to become a master Assassin.”

“Shit, how did you find out about your brothers then?”

“My dad found me, He told me all about what happened the night I died and how I had two brothers. When HYDRA had their main Asset shoot me I took the opportunity to run away and find them. That was four years ago.”

“What do they do? Your brothers?” He asks as he sets a plate down in front of me.

“Well that’s a little hard to explain, first off do you believe in monsters?” He stares at me confused for a moment and I sigh, “Let’s just say they’re hunters than shall we?”

“That works; I’m gonna go get the other two for breakfast.”

“I’ll be here eating this amazing concoction you have presented me with.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?” He asks as a smirk crosses his lips.

“You definitely should, cause I am a seriously picky eater.” I say as I force a forkful of pancake into my mouth. He chuckles as he heads down the hall to get Nat and Steve. When they come back we quickly eat breakfast before Nat says, “So, the question is: who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?”

“Pierce.” I say as I crack my knuckles. “He was my old boss, he runs HYDRA.”

“And he just happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world.” Nat replies as she lets out a heavy sigh.

“But he’s not working alone, Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.” Steve says and I scratch my head.

“So was Jasper Sitwell.” Nat says and I raise an eyebrow, I didn’t remember him.

“So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?”

“Three,” I say making them stare at me. “I have no doubt that they know I’m alive now.”

“Make that three then,” Steve says as he furrows his brows.

“The answer is: you don’t.” Sam says as he drops a file down in front of Steve. I walk around the table until I am standing next to him to look inside.

“What’s this?” Steve says as he opens it.

“Call it a resume.” Sam says as he stands at attention. Natasha picks up a photo of Sam with his Para-rescue team as she says, “Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you.” Then she turns to Steve and says, “You didn’t say he was a Para-rescue.”

Steve looks at the photo of Sam with his colleague and glancing up him says, “Is this Riley?”

“Yeah.” Sam says as his voice sounds sad.

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?” Nat asks and Sam shakes his head and sets down another folder as he says, “No. These.”

Steve opens it and reads it and I stare in marvel at the wings. Dude I want some! “I thought you said you’re a pilot.” Steve says as he glances back at Sam who smirks and says, “I never said a pilot.”

“I can’t ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason.” Steve says to Sam as I take the folder from him.

“Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in.“

"Where can we get our hands on one of these things?” I ask as I flip through the file to look at the schematics.

“The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall.”

Steve looks at Natasha who shrugs her shoulders, “Shouldn’t be a problem.” I smirk as I turn back to Sam and say, “After all this is over, you have to take me flying.” Steve and Nat stare at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrug my shoulders. “What? I want to see what it’s like, and I can’t do that without him.”

“It’s a promise,” Sam says and i smile smugly as I toss the folder down on the table.

I wasn’t happy that Nat and Steve decided to go after the wings on their own while I was on recon with Sam. I wasn’t complaining because overall Sam was awesome to be around, I just wanted to get up close and personal with his wings. Sam and I sit at a table outside a little café when Sitwell walks out of the restaurant with Senator Stern. I remembered him from the council meetings to remove Stark from his Ironman suit.

As Stern walks away Sam taps my shoulder and says, “It’s show time.” I roll my shoulders as Sam dials Sitwell’s number. Sitwell turns to his men and says something causing them to leave him alone. His men leave and Sitwell answers the phone. “Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious.” Sam says and I smirk. “The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock.” Sitwell looks around but doesn’t see us. “Your other ten o'clock. Sittin next to a pretty (H/C) woman.” Sitwell turns the other way and sees us sitting a few feet away from him. “There you go.” He says and we both wave to him.

“You’re gonna go around the corner, to your right. There’s a grey car, two spaces down. You and I are gonna take a ride.” He says and I smile as a red dot appears on Sitwell’s tie. “Because that tie looks really expensive, and I’d hate to mess it up.” Sitwell looks down at his tie and sees a small red light from the gun being pointed at him. He gives us a nod before he heads towards the car. 

Upon reaching it he climbs inside where Cap and Nat are waiting for him. Sam and I climb onto my Motorcycle, which I had recovered after a brief trip to the hospital, before we follow after them.

When we reach a building Steve and Nat start dragging Sitwell inside giving Sam and I a chance to grab the wings. As I help him strap them on I smirk and say, “Dude I am so jealous right now.”

“You want a lift?” He says as a smile crosses his lips.

“Nat where are you now?” I asks as I talk into my earpiece.

“Third floor,”

“Okay Sam, let’s see what this baby can do.” I say as I turn back to him. He wraps his arm around my waist as the wings deploy and the jet propulsion sends us into the air. Within seconds I am standing safely on the roof waiting for Nat and Steve. “Yeah definitely gonna have to go flying later.” I say as I smile at him. He winks at me before jumping off the side and flying back down right as the rooftop door swings open and Steve throws Sitwell across it, Natasha follows behind him.

“Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.” Steve says as he starts pushing Sitwell toward me and the edge.

“Never heard of it.” He says and I clench my fist.

“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?” Steve asks and Sitwell chuckles as he says, “I was throwing up, I get seasick.” By this time Steve has forced Sitwell to the edge of the rooftop, Sitwell just smiles. “Is this little display meant to insinuate that you can throw me off the roof? Cause it’s really not your style, Rogers.”

Steve smirks as he straightens Sitwell’s suit before saying, “You’re right. It’s not. It’s hers.” Steve steps aside and Natasha kicks Sitwell off the roof, he plummets down screaming making me smile. “Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura…?” Nat says to Steve and I roll my eyes.

“Lillian. Lip piercing, right?”

“Yeah, she’s cute.”

“Yeah, I’m not ready for that.” Steve replies and then suddenly, Sam, in his Falcon jet-pack suit with wings, flies up holding Sitwell and throws him down on the roof where Steve, Nat, and I walk towards him as he holds his hand up in fear, “Zola’s algorithm is a program…for choosing Insight’s targets!”

“What targets?” Steve asks and I raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

“You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Campbell’s brothers, anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future.” I start to move toward him my anger pulsing but Nat grabs my arm holding me back.

“The Future? How could it know?” Steve asks as Sitwell pulls himself to his feet and laughs.

“How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it.” We all look at him in confusion causing him to roll his eyes. “Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola’s algorithm evaluates peoples’ past to predict their future.”

“And what then?” Steve asks and Sitwell’s eyes go wide with fear.

“Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me.” He exclaims and I narrow my eyes as I say, “You don’t start talking and I’ll kill you myself.” Steve steps in front of me and narrowing his eyes at the man raises his voice, “What then?!”

“Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time.” Fear suddenly fills my body and I find myself fumbling for my cell phone. I needed to call Dean. After I dial his number I wait for him to pick up.

“What?”

“Dean please tell me you’re in the bunker.”

“As much to my disappointment yes, we’re all here.”

“Good stay there until you get my call okay, don’t go out for the next few days please promise me.”

“Yeah yeah I promise, why what’s going on?”

“They created a machine that once it’s airborne can eliminate a target without anyone ever knowing.”

“And?”

“And you’re on the list, you and Sam.”

“Son of a bitch,”

“Yeah so please, I’m begging you; don’t go outside." 

The line remains quiet for a moment before he says, "Okay, but if we’re on the list that means you are too.”

“I know and I’m gonna do all I can to take the Helicarriers down before they are able to hurt anyone.”

“By yourself?”

“I got Nat, a guy named Sam with wings, and Captain America.”

“Seriously? You’ve met Cap?”

“Yup and I’ll introduce you two when this is all over okay?”

“You better survive now or I’ll come to hell and kick your ass.”

“I love you too Dean,” I say as I hang up the phone and let out a sigh of relief. I turn back to Nat who uses her eyes to ask me if I’m alright. I nod before we all head back down to the car and my bike.

Will Continue in ~ Winter Soldier

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I had a small pen haul! I got a pack of Luxor Fine Writer 05 pens, a pack of 5 Cello Gripper 05 pens in blue, a pack of 5 Cello Gripper 05 pens in black and two white board markers. I also got a small study table which is also a white board!! Isn’t that cool!?
For those of you who want to know, the Luxor pack costed me ₹100, the Cello Gripper costed me ₹40/each pack and study table+white board costed me ₹800.

Supanova?

MMMMMMM Okay so–

Supanova, a pop culture expo in Australia, is happening in my city in November, and I’ve considered booking an artist table for Undertale, Yugioh, Kingdom Hearts and other miscellaneous fanarts – if I end up going, I’d most likely be selling posters/charms/bookmarks/keychains (I have designs for the charms/keychains already, and the posters (including those for Reapertale!) are in progress! And hopefully, I’ll be able to sell some original illustrations too aaaaa)

The only thing that’s making me nervous is that this will be the first really big convention I’m going to, and all by myself hahahahahahaha. I’ve only been to one other convention before where I sold art, and that was with three other people, two of whom were convention veterans, and the convention place was really very small and intimate. (Plus, it was in a whole other COUNTRY so what do I know of how Aussie conventions are actually like???? What if Undertale isn’t so popular in Australia? SO MANY QUESTIONS) So if I decide to go to Supanova, I really don’t want to go in alone? //nervously sweats

So if another artist out there is willing to come with me, make merchandise/sell them, and split the table costs, we can share the table and idk– support each other through the whole process of being art sellers? BWAHAHAHA – I am a complete noob ;A;;

I can always just bring a non-artist friend with me to help tending, but I’m just afraid that I won’t have enough merchandise to disaplay for the whole table //RIPPP – if this ends up happening, it’s gonna be a lot of work on my own, and really– two artists per table sounds like the ideal for me?

So yes, please contact me through private messaging if you’re interested, and maybe we can work something out?? Otherwise I’m gonna have to muster up some courage/confidence/backbone from somewhere to go diving into the deep end of conventioning BWAHAHAHA

My Abode!

I’ve been meaning to write this post since, well, since I moved into this little one bedroom apartment of mine back in December, but you know how it goes… and now suddenly it’s May, and finally I have some photos for y'all. 

Here the dirty deets, as I personally find them interesting, and I’m a sharer, so…

  • Monthly rent: $1,195
  • Hydro & laundry are not included
  • I have no idea how many square feet it is, but I think it’s big - it has a very separate: living room, dining room/kitchen, bedroom 
  • No dishwasher, & laundry is in the building but it’s a toonie

So, without further ado, here are some photos of my apartment, that don’t just include the living room (woot!)

The Living Room 

This is my pride & joy room, and… the only room I’ve “decorated.”  It’s huge, and comfortable, and I love it a lot. The couch is from Ikea, and cost me $1,000, but it totally makes the room for me.  Sadly, the fire place doesn’t work (tear). 

Here’s the opposite side of the room. The TV was also a heavy hitter when it came to cost.  I bought myself a Sony Smart TV and now sort of regret it. I should have just bought a regular TV, and then got myself an Apple TV box. My Ikea coffee table cost me $29, but I constantly keep my eyes open for wood ones… 

I’m now standing by the fireplace, looking back behind the couch. Details on this section can be found here. It’s a bright area in the room, and an excellent storage center. 

The Kitchen / Dining Room Nook 

My building is from the 1920s, but I’m pretty sure my apartment was updated in the 70s or 80s because of my kitchen. It’s super small. It’s super old. But it’s also all I need. But you guys, if you have a dishwasher, would you please do me a favour? Please whisper loving things to it for me, because my gawwwwd, I miss having one so much.

I purchased myself an Ikea Kitchen Island because of the lack of counter space in the kitchen. It works well, and for Ikea furniture - it’s the most fabulous, sturdy, pretty thing I own from that store. My dining room is also very small, but gets the job done. Truthfully? I hardly ever eat at the table, as I eat in front of the TV… oy! But when I work from home I sit here (or have hawt dates, ha). In the corner is the wine-fridge I once won, and I have *big* plans for this room - a large mirror on the wall on one side, and then floating shelves on the other, but finances and laziness have stopped any decor in here. 

This is looking the other way, to show you how small it all is. 

The Washroom / Bedroom

My bathroom is old, but updated, and again, it’s everything I need. The bathtub is still old though, so it’s HUGE, and I love it. Especially as the last few places I had I didn’t have a tub - so I appreciate it so much!  Also, taking a photo of my toilet for my blog was weird. Know that. Remember that. 

And finally, here’s where the magic happens. And by magic, I obviously mean magnificent sleep.  Again, I have awesome plans for this room, but pretty much decorated the living room, and then was all like, bahahaha decorating is hard, and just stopped. I didn’t take a photo of the other side, but it’s also a really big room. I have a dresser, and TWO closests - one even is a long, narrow walk in - which is excellent for storage. (Oh! I also have a front hallway, with a cupboard, but I didn’t photograph that either)

Anywho, so there you have it. The total cost of moving out was CRAZY. A very high summary of how it went down was like this:

  • Couch: $1,000
  • Bed: $1,000
  • TV: $800
  • Random stuff: $1,200 (and I tried to do it sooo cheaply - pretty much my entire kitchen came from the Dollar Store and/or Walmart, and most random things were Ikea). 
  • Grand Total: $4,000

Oh! And… when I moved in here I actually thought I would live here ‘forever,’ but I’m seriously (as in I’ve been browsing places online) thinking of breaking my lease and moving. Why? Because I live way too close to work (I know, I know), but I want two separate worlds, and right now I feel like I never get away from work (even on weekends), and… because I want a dog badly (this dog!) (and my building won’t allow them), and because I miss being in the heart of the city (not that my location is bad now, I just miss my old location.)

I think this picture just sums up the inquisition 

I mean 

Leliana the ‘I’m not even paid to be here’ or 'I’m gonna get a goddamn aneurysm, Inquisitor’

?? Dorian’s just losing it

josephine whispering 'maker that table cost me a fortune

[CASSANDRA NOT HAVING ANY OF YOUR SHIT TODAY, WE GOT DEMONS TO KILL, SHIT TO DO YKNOW]

and Solas in the corner bein like

'I just realized …we are all doomed’