this took so long to make and it isn't even good

Client is every kind of -ist. Boss isn't having it, gets one client fired, his replacement replaced.

This happened a few weeks ago, and I’m still in awe of my boss, who made it happen. I work as a private security officer for a small but well respected company. The higher-ups are masters at getting contracted for big-name clients and they treat us employees very well.

We had been subcontracted by a larger security firm to run event security for a certain tech company’s event during a certain famous film festival. Some serious money was being thrown around to make this event happen, I was told $75k per day just to rent out the venue, $6 Million worth of equipment, the list goes on. It was a big deal. Our client’s representative, who we’ll call Paulie, was a New York native with a thick Brooklyn accent and wouldn’t have been out of place on the set of The Sopranos. He’d been flown in from his base of operations just to oversee this event. It soon became clear that he was going to cause problems. First off, the agreement between my firm and our client was to provide asset protection, meaning we were to make sure that none of the expensive, yet highly portable electronic equipment went missing. Yet as soon as we got there, Paulie decided to ignore all that and had us working the doors as glorified bouncers. All our previous instructions were to be ignored and Paulie was God. This pissed us off a bit, as we had picked our people with unobtrusive asset protection in mind, but whatever, we’re professionals and we’ll roll with it. Second, Paulie was an a**hole. Everything we did was wrong somehow, even when we did exactly what he wanted us to, we were doing it wrong. He’d berate the poor officer right in front of everyone. He’d change our instructions on a whim and get mad at us for not complying with the new instructions before everyone had a chance to be informed. Third, and arguably worst, Paulie was an -ist of every type. Racist, ageist, sexist, he was the worst. We brought in female officers and he’d inevitably stick them in the most out-of-the-way posts he could to make sure they didn’t have to interact with the tech people. Same went for every officer Paulie thought was over 35. Since we were working 12 hour shifts, we tried to rotate everybody through every post, but he’d take over the rotation and stick the “old” and female officers out of sight. It got to the point where we were seriously considering quitting the contract and we NEVER do that.

Enter my boss. Let’s call him Rick. Rick is ex military and his thing is he Gets Shit Done. Rick, like several of us, is a licensed Private Investigator as well as a Security Officer. Rick is borderline OCD when it comes to keeping records. Rick has hidden cameras. Rick wore a wire and recorded a lot of Paulie’s shit. That shit then hit the fan when Rick passed off supervision of the site to me for the day and went to a meeting with the higher-ups from my company and a conference call with the higher-ups from Paulie’s company, let’s call them D*cks and A**holes Inc, or D&A. The next afternoon, the A in D&A showed up and took Paulie into one of the rooms the tech people had been using for demos earlier that day and spent over an hour yelling at him. One of our people, a female officer with 15 years of experience, who had worked security at the freaking PENTAGON, and who had been shoved in a corner nevertheless heard the whole thing go down, as she was posted outside the door. According to her, Paulie said several stupid things, but the one that stuck out was, “These guys are weak! They’re bringing in freaking GIRLS…!” before being told to shut the hell up. Paulie was fired right there and escorted off the property. The next day, those of us who hadn’t been there to see it were told the whole story and we reveled in the fact that we wouldn’t have to deal with Paulie anymore. Morale, which had been at historically low levels, shot through the roof.

This would be a good place to stop the story, but as the infomercials say, “Wait! There’s more!”

A took over. Remember him? The A**hole in D*cks & A**holes, Inc? He was worse, in different ways. He was just as bad as Paulie, but he was much, much more subtle about it. And, I can’t stress this enough, he was an A**HOLE.

He tried to get me fired for talking to the client, the tech company’s people. The event was winding down by this point, and I had asked the guy in charge of the tech people a question about continuing security needs. Turns out, the tech company was taking their stuff out of the demo rooms and therefore wouldn’t need those rooms secured anymore, so we didn’t need an officer for that post anymore. A was livid that I had spoken to the client without his say-so and that I had “cost us THOUSANDS!” by so doing, which was total bullshit. A went to Rick and yelled at him about it, too. Rick, however, had my back and just shrugged the whole thing off.

This is going long, so I’ll sum up. Rick was eventually forced to employ the same tactics he had used against Paulie and another conference call was made. Turns out, D&A had been bought out by another company, and since A was a founder, he didn’t get fired, but he did get sent home and yet another guy from the bigger company was flown out to oversee the last few days. That guy was pretty cool and we had no further problems.

The icing on the cake is that the tech company had seen all the bullshit my people had been put through and had been impressed with us. We’ve been asked to provide security services for their next event.

anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)

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“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly sneaked up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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Now let’s go to sleep, I have a feeling I’ll be late for school tomorrow…

(spoiler alert, she couldn’t even sleep, she squealed in her bed until her alarm went off… and so did he) 

it took me…. so long…… to finish this….. it wasn’t supposed to get this long, holy shit……….

ANYWAY, ANON WHO REQUESTED A REVEAL, I hope you like this… I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for but it’s what i could do. also please pretend you can’t notice i had no idea what i was doing 

EDIT: the text is a bit hard to read, so I wrote it down under the cut: 

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anonymous asked:

Dr Who but each incarnation is swapped with one of their companions.

omg?? I love it??

The First Doctor: 

She’s not completely unfriendly, exactly, she just doesn’t have time for humans being idiots. In the right circumstances, she can actually be very warm. She loves history, which is lucky because her granddaughter Susan does too (they tell people Susan is her daughter, but even then it’s a bit of a stretch, human ages are weird). Of course, then two of Susan’s teachers follow her home one night, and next thing the Doctor knows she has a crotchety old history teacher and a handsome young science teacher on her spaceship with no way to get rid of them that isn’t morally questionable. 

Whoops? 

The humans help her lose some of her haughtiness. She leaves Susan in the 22nd century to become her own woman. 

Along the way and against her better judgement, she falls hopelessly for Ian Chesterton. He wants to stay with her forever, but she knows it would never work, and encourages him to go with John Foreman in the Dalek Time Machine to get back to his own time. 

Later, in other lives, she checks in on him occasionally. 

The Second Doctor:

The baby face is a problem. It takes a good twenty minutes on a lot of occasions to get anyone to take her seriously. On the bright side, a lot of Polly’s clothes fit her now. 

She finds a best friend in Scotsman Jamie McCrimmon, whose rather naive approach to futuristic technology is extremely refreshing, as is his unique insightfulness. 

After Ben and Polly leave them, they rescue Victoria, who Jamie is utterly taken with. Victoria is unsure about living a life so unsupervised by someone older and won’t listen to the Doctor’s insistence that she is in fact perfectly qualified to look after them all. 

She and Victoria spend a good many nights aboard the TARDIS talking about women’s history and the things to come for women in the future and how women act on other planets. Victoria is fascinated, occasionally horrified, and often quietly thrilled at the things she learns. 

It’s a shame to see her go, but all she ever wanted was a family and security, and the Doctor can’t provide that. 

They meet an eccentric man on a space station, with funny trousers and an obsession with the recorder. The Doctor and Jamie like him instantly, and invite him on board only to learn that the man had been considering stowing away if not invited. 

The Time Lords take her friends away from her. She is forced to regenerate and exiled to Earth, as punishment for her interference. 

The Third Doctor: 

Shrewd, passionately devoted to science, and not one to take kindly to interruptions or anyone trying to talk down to or even disagree with her, it’s a wonder the Doctor even gets hired by UNIT at all. But then again, beggars can’t be choosers. 

On the bright side, this fellow John Smith from Cambridge seems to be the one person around with an actual brain and not just a penchant for attacking first and thinking later. 

They’re friends instantly. Or, they are once she makes it perfectly clear that she is the cleverer of the two. The look on his face when he realises is a memory she’ll treasure forever. 

He eventually leaves to go back to his own research, upon realising she doesn’t need him. 

It’s a shame and she misses him, but then Jo Grant comes into her life. Despite an awful first impression, the two women are soon fiercely devoted to each other. Jo keeps going on about women having to stick together amongst all the army boys, and while the Doctor could usually not care less about gender politics, if it means Jo hangs around her more, then so be it. 

The Master turns up. It’s exhausting and exasperating and oh so much fun

Meanwhile, the Doctor’s told herself to not let herself fall for humans, after how much Ian hurt. But with Jo, it’s impossible not to. (Not that she hasn’t noticed the Brigadier’s lingering stares, or failed to appreciate him in his uniform. But he’s far too professional to ever do anything, and too trigger happy besides.) 

Jo is like sunshine and she’s always there and smiling and pressing herself against the Doctor out of fear or shock, until one day they’re in the supply closet of a spaceship and they’re kissing furiously instead of listening out for their pursuers. 

It’s wonderful, being with Jo. Until Clive Jones comes along, and the Doctor has to tell her to forget about her and marry the nice young man who can grow old with her and give her the life she wants. 

She drinks more champagne than she is proud of that night. 

Luckily, along comes Sarah Jane Smith, who is exactly the kind of human that the Doctor automatically adores. Inquisitive, sharp, and a vocal feminist. What a woman. 

Of course, then giant alien spiders happen, and it’s time for a change.  

The Fourth Doctor:

Or… not. Apparently, she’s doomed to be young, attractive, humanoid, and pale skinned throughout all her lives. There are worse fates, but she wouldn’t mind a little variety, frankly. And being so small is getting infuriating. 

Harry takes a long while to take her seriously, but once he does, he is steadfastly loyal. Sarah Jane takes the regeneration in stride for the most part. 

And after them, Leela, who is so strange and savage but so utterly charming in her honesty. They share a few kisses, but nothing more. 

Then comes Romana. A young Time Lord who looks older than her, is far taller than is sensible, and has an even more absurd grin. She can’t stand him, with his bragging about his grades and thinking he knows everything. 

She soon teaches him that experience wins every time. 

Of course, then he spots some pretty princess on Tara, and next thing she knows, the moment the whole Key To Time mess is sorted, Romana is now a less taller, less ridiculous, utterly beautiful Time Lady in her first regeneration. 

She tries to argue against what she can only consider body theft, or at least copying, but it is a relief to not have to crane her neck up to speak to her companion. 

Romana becomes a most dear friend. She’s missed being around someone like her, someone who understands. It makes it all the worse when she leaves, leaving the Doctor with only Adric and his incessant questions. 

The Fifth Doctor: 

There’s something about this body, a regality, that commands a little more respect than the ones before it, despite it following the pattern of her others. 

Adric’s questions exasperate her, while Tegan’s demands to be taken home are met with gentle requests for patience and promises of Heathrow airport, and this Traken prince she’s picked up is thankfully one of the most polite people she’s ever had in the TARDIS. Decent brain on him, too. 

Tegan’s smile sometimes makes her stomach do backflips. The Doctor ignores it. She’s learned her lesson. It’s almost a relief to see Tegan reach her breaking point and leave, except it isn’t, because for a long while it feels like a part of her is missing. 

Turlough is a curiosity, but a nice one who makes for surprisingly good company in the absence of the others. 

Perpugilliam Brown is a surprise. The Doctor remembers why she has tried to avoid America where possible in her travels. Americans are loud. But in the case of Peri, it involves shouting at the Master, and as such, the Doctor decides that Perpugilliam Brown can stay as long as she likes. 

Between the two of them and soon Erimem, uncrowned Pharaoh of Egypt, they make quite the team.  


The Sixth Doctor:

It’s about time! Finally, a more weathered model. Peri is surprised to say the least, and seems a little disappointed to lose out on her best friend who had until now looked a very similar age to her, but soon realises very little has changed. 

And now she lets the Doctor take care of her a bit better. Thank goodness for that! The maternal instincts in this body are absurdly strong, she has no idea what she would do if she couldn’t express them. 

Now, the borderline narcissistic but quietly lovable history professor she accidentally picks up some time after losing Peri is a trickier matter. Still, at least he shares her love for chocolate cake. 

The Seventh Doctor: 

Bright, bubbly, and able to get most people to like her within ten seconds. Now this is a regeneration she likes. Plus, her most impressive set of lungs yet. Handy, for calling companions who like to wander off. 

She tries to not encourage Ace’s use of explosives, but it’s difficult when she sees how genuinely happy they make the girl. She’s getting soft in her old age, she knows. 

Still, at least her brain makes up for it. She can out-think a computer, easily. The universe is her chessboard and she’ll do whatever the hell she pleases with it. 

The Eighth Doctor: 

She’s a jolly thing. Always keen for adventure, ready to shout at anyone who deserves it, and just wants to have a good time, really. 

After a rather rocky start involving amnesia and kissing the cardiologist who had caused her regeneration in the first place, the Doctor is just minding her own business when she accidentally messes with history. 

It seems that saving this stowaway on the R101 might not have been the best idea after all. But he’s so charming and sweet and genuine, sharing her utter passion for life, that by the time she realises her mistake, she’s not willing to part with him. 

That goes… about as well as one might expect. 

The Ninth Doctor: 

It’s funny, being a weathered old war veteran with a guilty conscience, and simultaneously looking like someone who could be on the front of a magazine. 

Life is hard, after the time war, but she meets a man with big ears and blue eyes and things get better. A lot better. It feels good to smile again. 

The addition of Captain Jack Harkness is an interesting one, but she’s always said the more the merrier. Their other companion is not quite as happy about this development, but before long they’re the best of friends. 

The Tenth Doctor: 

She’s gentler now, somehow. Oh, she has her anger and her snark, and boy does this body have a set of lungs on her. But she’s so much softer, underneath. 

Losing her friends from her last body takes its toll. She at least manages to avoid comparing Martha to them that came before her. Martha is wonderful, always completing even the most impossible tasks that the Doctor puts to her. They part on good terms, after the Master’s ravaging of the Earth. (The Master had not been so impressed with this version of her. He had trouble seeing the strength within, seeing that she was more than the duality of compassion and shouting.) Martha needs to look after her family, and that’s probably for the best. 

And then there’s the skinny idiot in the suit. He actually talks faster than she does, which is absurd, but she wonders if that’s simply because of his questionable family. Perhaps not letting them get a word in is how he survives. 

Either way, they get along like a house on fire. Losing him, wiping his memory and seeing him stare right through her and smile that stupid smile, is almost enough to break her. 

No more companions, she swears. 


The Eleventh Doctor: 

It’s all about fun, now. Impressing the little boy whose garden she crashes in and then impressing him when he’s grown up and has waited 14 years for her. (To hell with her rule about no more companions. Her old self was full of dumb ideas anyway.) 

Oh yes, she likes Rory Williams a lot. And his best friend John isn’t bad either. Mind you, that nose… 

She has her spaceship, and her boys, and life is good. Well, there’s River Song to worry about, but she can never be sure if the archaeologist is more interested in her or John. Just one more mystery, it seems. 

Losing Rory, and then John, is hard. But she knows that they’re happy, and that’s enough. 

The Twelfth Doctor:

Short, bossy, a control freak, and a slight obsession with tartan. Also, her English teacher companion is secretly a rock star wannabe, disguised as a reclusive Scottish nerd. 

What’s a girl to do? 

(Apparently, find out that her best enemy is alive, and now also female. And Scottish like her companion. The first kiss had been… shocking to say the least. The ones after, against her better judgement, decidedly less so.) 

She cares about her companion more than she will ever say, and when faced with losing him, takes things too far. Further than anyone should ever take anything. And when it is all said and done… she can’t remember his face, or his voice, or how he sounded when he mocked how large her eyes were. 

River is there to comfort her, though, in those 24 years on Darillium. 

And then Bill. Brilliant Bill. Oh yes, they make quite the team. And Nardole helps sometimes too. 

Send me an AU and I’ll expand on it! 

anonymous asked:

yo,.... lena getting taken by cadmus and kara just like tearing thru the place because she's so worried and lena kissing kara when they're back in the deo because she wouldn't stop babbling about how worried she was etc

you rly should blame @luthoring for what i’m abt to do

anyways! imagine this:

lena is kidnapped on what’s their standing date night.

kara talked with j'onn so he could look out after the city for this night, bc it was a special night. kara herself was too busy flying from one place to the other, organizing everything and buying the things she forgot for their date, as she was the one organizing everything.

lena’s last meeting of the day should finish at 7pm and she was supposed to be home early for their date.

except she doesn’t show up.

when it’s around 8pm and lena still hasn’t shown up, hasn’t answered any of her texts or called back, kara starts to get concerned. she tries to tell herself lena is just busy, hasn’t finished her meeting yet, and she shouldn’t get worried bc there’s nothing wrong. either way, she stills calls jess to ask if lena will take too long to finish, bc she doesn’t want the food to get cold.

jess is confused, tells her lena left the office even earlier than planned bc she wanted to surprise kara.

at this point, kara is already beyond concerned and frustrated. she tries to expand her senses, tries to locate lena, all the while sending text after text, only stopping to call her - only for all calls to go straight to voicemail.

when she isn’t able to locate lena and doesn’t manage to get in contact with her, she quickly changes into her supergirl suit and flies to the deo to see if they know what happened.

she’s halfway there when alex’s voice comes through the comlink, asking her where she is and telling her to come to the deo because they have an emergency

she can hear it in alex’s voice, in the way it’s carefully controlled, that she won’t like what’s happening and her breath catches in her throat and her heart twists painfully because the only thing she can think about is lena

she arrives at the deo, hurrying to her sister’s side and not even stopping to smile or wave at the agents she passes, as she usually does.

she knows the situation is really bad when the first thing alex does is squeeze her shoulder and say, more a warning than anything, “don’t freak out”

she doesn’t noticed how her fists clench when they tell her lena has been kidnapped by cadmus, show her the video they streamed of lena, tied to a chair, blood running down her face. she doesn’t notice the snarl on her lips or the narrowing of her eyes until alex is tightening the hand on her shoulder and calling her name in that sharp tone of hers.

winn is working himself on the ground trying to locate them and j'onn stands near by, offering support in his own way, while barking orders to the agents forming the strike/rescue team

she takes a deep breath, stills herself to the best of her abilities and waits, fighting the urge to fly in search of lena herself, knowing she won’t find anything

as soon as winn shouts “i found it! i found them!” and points the location on the map on the computer, she’s out of the deo, moving as fast as she can and ignoring the shouts of “supergirl!” and people telling her to wait

she arrives at the warehouse and makes quick work of the entrance, tearing through everything on her way, knocking out anyone trying to stop her and breaking weapons in pieces

it’s only when she comes across the room they’re holding lena in that she slows down, tries to calm herself

she realizes something is wrong when her knees weaken and give away beneath her, feels suddenly nauseous and hears a man laugh. she notices the kryptonite in his hands when h steps closer, bending down so he can be eye level with her.

“well well well, supergirl. we all thought you weren’t going to show up at this point. poor young miss luthor had to be gagged while we waited for you”

she feels hot red rage at this point, harder than she ever felt. she briefly considers that it was a bad idea to come alone, that maybe she should have waited for the others, but it’s soon gone when the man goes on to tell her this is a surprise gift from lillian. after all, what better way to get back at her daughter and get rid of the aliens at the same time than using lena as a bait then finished off both her and her precious hero at the same time?

she tries to fight despite her weakened state, but can barely move anymore with the amount of kryptonite near her.

she listens to the man’s monologue, has nothing she can do and she starts to lose hope. her eyes meet lena’s across the room and she see the fear and desperation in lena’s eyes.

it’s at this point that j'onn comes flying in, knocking the man into a wall and putting the kryptonite back in the lead box. the deo agents come closely behind, their shouts of “clear” and some of “what happened here” being heard before they even appear in her line of vision

as soon as she starts feeling a it better, she gets up and shakily makes her way to where an agente is freeing lena of her bounds

she takes over them, freeing her faster than humanly possible. as soon as lena is free, she takes her into her arms, not even mending everyone else in the room

she hugs as tight as she knows she can without hurting lena, repeating “i love you"s and “i’m glad we found you” and “rao, i was so worried” in between breaths and while listening to lena’s heartbeat, to assure herself she’s really alive

it’s when lena untangles herself from her and moves back just enough they can look face to face that she stops talking

when lena smiles that soft and beautiful smile of hers, reserved just for kara, she can feel herself truly relaxing for the first time since the start of the night

and it’s when lena says “and i’m glad you’re alright, i love you” and kisses her that she feels her at peace and at home.

1 | Red Skies

BTS WEREWOLF AU 
WORD COUNT: 3,030 
sorry

warnings: violence, blood, bruises and gore, talk of kidnapping

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

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What seemed like an average day of you being spoken to like a piece of shit, turned out to be everything but normal. One minute you were walking home from work, a part time job at the local diner, you only worked weekends so you still had time to study for exams during the week. Then the next thing you knew, everything was black, cold and deafeningly quiet. Empty.

After what seemed like an entire eternity of being lost in the emptiness; the light came back, vastly brighter than usual, stinging your eyes as you tried to adjust to your surroundings. Sounds were thicker, heavier, weighing down your ears as they gave you a pounding headache, and the slightest smells became much more intense, burning your nose as you inhaled.

Just what exactly had happened to you?

Glancing around you could gather it was the early hours of the morning, you’d left work pretty late but the indigo sky was now a dark crimson red and the full moon threatened to escape the blanket of clouds that tried to shield it from sight. Managing to bring yourself to your feet you pulled yourself together and started to walk home, deciding it would be best to wait until you were inside the safety of your walls before you tried to figure out what on earth had happened.

During the walk you couldn’t help but feel on edge. The only thing keeping you sane was the fact the sky was such a beautiful colour, you’d never seen a red sky up close before, only on badly photoshopped desktop backgrounds at university, it was mesmerising. Chilly air whirled around your frame, earning a continuous shudder from your body. Travelling in the same direction you began walking through an empty field, a short cut you always took. A sharp ill-disposed pain made itself known on your left leg, close to your ankle. The manager at the diner you worked in was extremely misogynistic, so you were forced to wear a white button down blouse and short mini skirt with bare legs, to ‘receive more tips from customers’. The uniform had only ever caused you grief, but it did ensure you were able to get a clear look at the source of your discomfort.

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anonymous asked:

Hey 😊 I just sent a jealous Bucky request where the Reader loves him but thinks she isn't good enough so tries to move on with someone else and Bucky gets super jealous but I don't know if it sent or not? Thanks x

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: Smut, a bit of swearing

A/N: thanks for sending it again, love, I didn’t get it before! Anyways, I honestly could’ve written 20 more pages on this prompt lol. you didn’t specifically ask for smut, but I couldn’t help myself. Hope you like this, hun!

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“Hey (Y/L/N). Your Avenger boyfriend is waiting for you,” your boss of the coffee shop said.

You turned around and saw Bucky sitting at the table in the back, waving his hand in a small motion.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you mumbled while taking off the apron and then making your way over to him.

You wish he was. You wished for it every single day. 

“Is everything alright? Were we supposed to meet?”

“Yeah, everything’s okay. There is this event at the compound tonight and to be honest, I’m not even sure for what, but Tony said I could bring someone and I’d like you to be that someone.”

You smiled. The fact that he thought of you made you incredibly happy.

“Of course. I’d love to.”

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well who is ready ?


A/N: First of all, I’m new here so basically I will reblog a lot of my fav texts from 13rw and 5sos. Little warning English isn’t my mother language and I will do my best while writing the stories ( British English I guess ). I will use Grammarly ( If you don’t know what Grammarly is so basically it’s a grammar app that you can install to your Pc/ Mac and it helps you to correct the wrong grammars/spellings in your text. So you don’t need to wait any longer cause to story will start now. 

P.S Tbh I’m so sorry to people out there who like Tony as gay ( tbh he is adorable ). And He is the only one that I can see as this character in this “fic/smut” cause he hella hot and y’all can’t deny it.  

Pairing: Tony Padilla/ Christian Navarro x Reader ( Or anyone else in the series you can just imagine someone else in it ) 

Word Count: 1178 

Warning: “Slightly smut, light swearing? 


Tony drove quietly with his red car along the road before he stopped at my house. We had a fight yesterday before that because he wasn’t honest with me about these tapes that Hannah had left behind for us all. I was, of course, upset that Hannah had decided to commit suicide. Cause she had been such an important friend to me. 

I accidentally overheard about the tapes when Clay had come to Tony’s garage and started screaming about it. I was just coming from the house to the garage when I heard Tony’s calm voice, telling that everything will be okay and that Tape 11 ( Clay’s Tape ) won't be so bad. So long story short I went to ask about them ( tapes ) and Tony started shouting to me and then I screamed at him telling that I can’t be with someone who isn't being honest with me. The situation got kinda out of the hands and I left his house in anger. 

And now He was knocking on the door. I was still a bit mad at him because he dared to say to me that maybe we should break up. I pulled the curtains fast when I saw Tony looking at my room. I jumped on my bed and I didn’t stay even for 5 seconds when my phone ring, when I was checked whoever was calling me… Of course, my love, Tony Padilla. I rolled my eyes before I answered my phone. 

“Hey Y/N, I think I just saw you stalking me from your room,” He said and laughed nervously. 

“ Do you have something to say Tony Padilla ” I answered very rudely.

“Wow, baby don't get so rude… Can you open the door I think its locked" 

I rolled my eyes once again and squeezed hard before I opened my window and dropped the keys. Tony spread a huge smile of gratitude before he opened the door and came in. I went back to my bed and took my favorite poem book, Milk, and Honey. Next thing I felt was Tony’s strong hands on my waist and turning me around. He looked at my face and then stroke my hair to my cheek before peppering kisses at my face. 

"God I have missed you” He whispered in my ear. Then his lips met mine. I didn’t remember how sweet his lips tasted…I had been like almost 48 hours without him cuddling or just being with me and now when he was just right next to me on me. He pinned my hands above my head. As he moved his way to my neck and kissing my sweet spot which made me moan.Then his warm hands found their place on my waist and little by little my shirt started to rise up. 

“Damn Y/N do that again “ he whispered and started sucking at that spot making me moan little louder. “Just like that princess,“ he said and attached his lips to mine and it made to feel his hard length so I started to rub my thighs around him. 

“Wow, baby girl you are gonna regret that soon, ”   Tony said just before he took my shirt above my head. Now I was shirtless and he could see everything and I started to blush. “ You are so fucking beautiful “ he said while leaving kisses down on my body. 

He takes my thighs to his hands and starts to kiss my inner thighs and he did the sexiest thing ever aka looked deeply into my eyes. 

“ Well looks like someone is ready ” he said in teaseful voice while he started slowly to take my panties off.

“ Nice try… I wasn’t the one who came here with a hard on”I shot back which was a wrong move. I started to moan loudly.

“ I said you will regret it…and your punishment are orgasms ( I’m shocked I have never written a smut but wtf is this omlll ) Y/N, so come to my mouth so I can drink your juices down” he suddenly says in deep dominant voice what makes me more turned on. His tongue feels so good inside of me and my moans start to become more intense, deeper and higher… ( if you  know what do I mean )

“hmmm… Just like that baby” he said as he slid 2 fingers inside making me edging. It didn’t make long before I came and he took it all. And before I could rest he started kissing me with his tOnGue. (He was already in his boxer )

“Wanna taste yourself? It’s so sweet” he whispered between kisses. He gave me some time to breathe when he started kissing on my neck and then my breasts. I guess Tony wasn’t done with me as he twisted my nipple while sucking other. Then suddenly he stopped and took his boxer down making my eyes wide open. 

“Y/N can you see how hard you have made me ? …… I don’t think you have made me this hard, to be honest” he said and started stroking. 

“ What do you mean with ‘i have never made you this hard’ are you telling me that you have horny with me all the time? “ I almost scream at him in shook 

“Yes, bella every time when we are together you make me wanna pin you to the nearest bed and fuck you until you beg me to stop”  as he kissed me softly until entering in. “Does that feel good Y/N? You don’t know how long I have waited ‘til I could shoot my cum inside of you…hmmm I’m about to come” he moans and he thrusts in and out. I never knew this slight of dom and sweet Tony but I wanted it to be shown more often. [ ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) ] 

His thrusts became harder, which caused him to go deep. I moaned out, feeling Tony hit my G-spot as I bounced from the force of his thrusts. I tried to tell him that I was close but there was no use. When Tony pushed himself in fully and rolled his hips I came under. My thighs shook as I came around him. (aGAIN) He groaned as he came after me and literally fell on me. 


“Ugh… Tony, you are heavy” I whined and he started pressing down.

“What did you say, honey ?” he said gently as he stroked my hair.

“I said that you are heavy and I want to go to clean myself” I whimpered and tried ( unsuccessfully ) push him. 

“But you are so cute and I’m not sure if you won’t come back” he whined 

“I promise that nothing is going happen when I take a shower”

“Then I will come with you so I can ensure that nothing is not gonna happen” he grinned as he let go of me.  When I was in shower he came to bathroom and looked at me 

“Round 2 ?” 


A/N I have ever written a smut so I’m sorry if this sucked :’(( But I.m just jamming to Paramore’s new album and Harry’s one too and I can’t handle it atm 😭😭❤️ 

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“Could you just a jealous Happy imagine?🙈”

Fastening your gold high heels, you wiggle your freshly painted toes, the metallic paint shining back at you. You walk to the long length mirror, assessing your appearance and making sure everything was perfect. The red dress you were wearing showed all of your curves off beautifully, your ass looking particularly plump.

A knock on the door makes you jump, before you grab your clutch from the chair, triple checking your hair one last time and opening the door. “So? Will it do?”

Happy’s eyes roam up and down your body, causing you to smirk. Tonight, you were working for the club, sweetening some deal with an investor that the club needed. Being the good old lady you are, you agreed pretty much straight away, accepting that you couldn’t be given too many details just yet.

Even though you were completely fine with doing this, your fiancé took a little more convincing, not wanting any man to even think he had a chance with you, let alone spend a whole evening with you.

“I should just take you here, right now.“ he growls, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you towards him. “This job is bullshit.”

You smirk in response, placing your hands upon his face and bringing his lips to yours, trying to reassure him through the kiss. Nibbling playfully at his bottom lip, you pull away, hunger in his eyes. “It’s just a job, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Don’t you fucking forget it.” he warns, his insecurities being hidden by his dominant tone. Smiling lovingly at your man, you entwine your fingertips with his, the two of you heading downstairs.

“You look beautiful.” You squeeze his hand at the compliment, wishing you could just stay here, lost between the sheets with Happy.

You walk into the living room, being welcomed with whistles and hollers from Jax, Tig, Chibs and Juice. You feel your man stiffen up in anger, him pulling his hand out of yours and sitting down, a murderous look on his face. Rolling your eyes, you grin. “Thanks, guys. We all set?”

Jax looks around to the other members, them nodding in confirmation as they all stand, Juice and Tig walking past you, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement as they leave.

“Tig and Juice are going to ride ahead, stake the place out just to make sure it’s all good.” Jax explains, your mind racing with ideas of what could go wrong. He must notice the change in your expression, a reassuring grin slipping onto his lips. “It’s just a precaution, darlin’. We’ll look after you.”

Nodding, you blow out a deep breath, telling yourself to calm down. “Me and Hap are driving you there, and we’ll walk you in and introduce you. You good?”

“Yep, I’m good.” you reply, looking at your sulking partner on the sofa. Jax follows your gaze, sympathy on his face as he looks at his brother. Happy stands, refusing to meet your eye, and nods once at his brother, leaving without even acknowledging you.

“He’ll be fine.” Jax starts, his hands resting on your shoulders comfortingly. “It’s gonna be hard for him to watch, we’d all be the same. Thank you for this, (Y/N).”

Sighing deeply, you stare at the door Happy just left out of. “I’m happy to help. I just hope he understands that.”

“That sounds awful.” you laugh, taking a sip from the fruity alcohol in your glass. Tony, the man you were trying to persuade, grimaces at the memory.

“Believe me, sweetheart, it was.” You were actually having quite a good time, the sleazeball you were expecting actually turning out to be a pretty decent guy. Although, you found it hard to focus, Happy glaring at Tony’s back so harshly you were surprised he hadn’t dropped dead.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to powder my nose.” you state sweetly, grabbing your purse and heading towards the toilets.

You’ve barely washed your hands when you hear a light knock on the bathroom door, your heels clicking on the floor as you walk, pulling open the door. “Juice?”

“Jax told me to come get you, it’s time to go.” he explains, your eyebrow raised in confusion. You’d barley eaten your starter, how was it already sorted?

“Oh, christ,” you groan, your head shaking in disbelief as you solve the puzzle yourself. “Happy?”

Juice chuckles nervously, not wanting to land his brother in the dog house, but not wanting to lie to you either. Looking across to the table you were sitting at just minutes before, you see its been vacated, a few notes left on top to clear the barely there bill. “Let’s just say Happy made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

Juice leads you outside, his hand on your back protectively as you move past wandering eyes. Once you reach the outside, you catch eyes with your dumb ass boyfriend, giving him no expression. “Take me home, Jax.”

You hear low whistles as you shut the door, Happy telling his brothers to shut up as they wish him luck, your wrath having its own reputation.

“Babe?” you roll your eyes as you take off your makeup, the apologetic voice behind you being one you know oh too well. Enjoying the effect your silent treatment is having, you move past Happy, plugging in your phone and placing it on your bedside table.

“I’m sorry for ruining the fun you were having with that slimy prick.” Happy growls, jealously dripping from his words. Scoffing, you walk up to your man, pointing your finger at him accusingly.

“Don’t you dare try and make me feel guilty, Hap.” you scold, his harsh eyes softening as you tell him off. Folding your arms, you try to stay serious, wanting Happy to know he’s not going to get off the hook so easily. “It’s not my fault you can’t control your jealousy. All I wanted to do was help, do my bit for the club.”

“You did, I just sped up the process.” Happy argues, smirking at you, your hard shell cracking at his playful demeanor. You hit his chest warningly, a sigh leaving you.

“I wanted to do this, Hap, prove my loyalty to you and SAMCRO.” you explain, pulling him by his arm and pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulls the front of your shirt, spreading his legs for you to stand between, his hands resting on your hips.

“You got nothing to prove, baby girl. Club loves you, I love you. You’re family now.” His fingers squeeze at your skin as he talks, your own fiddling with the neckline of his leather kutte.

Locking your arms around his neck, you straddle Happy’s lap, his touch slipping under your shirt as he traces soothing circles, goosebumps appearing on your body. “What am I going to do with you?”

He grins at your statement, knowing he’s back on your good side - not that he ever left - as he falls back on the bed, bringing you down with him. His grip slips south as you bring your lips down to his, squealing into the kiss as he roughly squeezes your ass.

Pulling back, you tease the man beneath you, hovering over him but not letting his lips connect back to yours. “I love you, you protective bastard.”

He smirks, knowing that despite his uncontrollable jealousy, you’d never want him any other way.

Originally posted by bringmesomeanarchy

A/N - I find it so easy to write about Happy, I feel like he’s got so many layers to him, so many different personalities. What a daddy😂😍

pomrania  asked:

Is there anything you can tell me about Mando colour symbolism that isn't already on that "armour colour" post? I'm planning out a Sabine POV story where it would be relevant.

Well, yes and no. I went over the “facts” of colors and mandalorian color theory. What I can do now is kind of dig deeper into the actual mando’a words for colors, and maybe extrapolate more on the etymology of each word as they’re relevant to colors. If anything, it’ll give you an idea of how to break down the colors and maybe play with the meanings, or even the construction of the words themselves. Hopefully that helps?

I got a little carried away (again?) so I apologize for the length and time it took to put this together … and also you can take everything I say with a grain of salt as I’m trying to make sense of the etymology of these words. I’m also skipping orange as there’s no word for in the dictionary as of yet, and including violet since it is.

So, let’s go in the order that I went in the original post. Forewarning that black is going to be the longest section as I’ve thought about it maybe way too much.

  • ne’tra — black 

Ne’ is traditionally one of the negative prefixes of mando’a. It’s meant to indicate the opposite of what it’s attached to, or the not-thing. Tra means space, void … but it also translates to starfield, or field of stars. 

So. Black. Justice. Not the void of space, or, alternatively, Without stars, a starless night. 

However way you want to interpret that is up to you, but to me? From what I understand of mandalorian history? They were once a truly nomadic people, who voyaged across the stars. They were, arguably, wayfinders. More than just warriors, or conquerors, or however most would like to put it.

I originally wasn’t going to do this, but because you mentioned (elsewhere) that you’re focusing on dusk, I want to take a moment to extrapolate on this thought. The reason I say this is because of how they view stars. 

Mandalorians are generally not considered to be religious. But the language they speak is still very deeply steeped in poetic concepts — grasping at the enormous and unthinkable with words as clever and broad as a people can attempt to embody them. Stars is my personal favorite.

Ka’ra — stars, ruling council of fallen leaders. Mandalorians still speak of those who pass as not being dead, but marching far far away. The origin of the word stars is the belief that the Mand’alore ascend to the stars, to watch over the people and to guide them.

The word for breath is kar’am. Hyperdrive is karbakar (star to star). Kar’ta is heart. Kar’taylir is awareness, knowledge, lit. to hold in the heart. Karyai is the main communal living room of a communal home, where a family convenes to spend time together — and often the last bastion against an invasion.

Jate’kara, luck, destiny, literally good stars, a course to steer by. 

All of these words stem from stars.

Black, the color, is literally a starless night. But, while the impulse is to go for something negative, I would actually pull away from that. Mandalorians, in general, also view adversity (something difficult, something terrible, something terrifying) as something to challenge and overcome as a way of life. A starless night is not to be feared but to be met

A starless night may also be indicative, poetically, of a place or a people or an event without justice. And that void, that emptiness, that lack? Must be filled. Whomsoever wears black has taken it upon themselves to fill a void and reinstate justice in whatever manner that may mean.

But also consider: a night without stars evokes a specific sort of image and feeling … which may also be completely different depending on the person in question. Someone who lives in a bright city and experiences light pollution would be used to a night without stars, versus someone living out in the wild (like Krownest) or who is dependent on the stars to travel, would be used to a night full of stars and may find it distressing or strange.

  • ve’vut — gold

This one is a little less straightforward. Vut, or vutyc, indicates special. Unique, precious. Ve’ (pronounced vay or veh) is unclear as to what it’s meant to indicate, but often when we see ve’ as a prefix, it’s usually from ven (future tense), but in this case it may be from vheh, earth, soil, dirt. 

Gold. Vengeance. A precious future, or, precious metal.

Maybe evocative of the sun rising after a long and difficult night. The gold of the sun rising is a promise of a future — or at the very least, the feeling of surviving to tomorrow. This might be too poetic though lmao, and tbh … I really like the simplicity and the directness of precious metal (lit. special dirt, lmao).

The funny thing here is that though I have gold and yellow listed together for meaning (as they are, generally, considered under the same banner of Vengeance), the word for yellow is different.

  • shi'yayc — yellow

So. I’m not really a fan of this word, to be perfectly honest with you. I’m of the opinion this is less an actual color and more an adjective meant to describe something else. But regardless, here it is.

From shi, just/only, and yayc, which may be from oyayc, meaning alive (or oya! which carries many meanings and generally overwhelmingly positive). Generally though, with the yc added to the end, it’s less a noun and more an adjective, so it might actually be meant to be a descriptor (ie. yellowing of skin or eyes etc)

Yellow. Vengeance. Only just alive, or barely dead.

Maybe comparison to, say, a recently deceased person — but that only really works if one assumed that all dead persons are pale and turn yellow when they die, and that’s a weird assumption to make in the context of mandalorians.

Also consider: yellow is dull compared to the shine of a metallic gold. Less intense in that way. My question is what becomes of a person after they’ve enacted vengeance? What becomes of a life devoid of a perpetual motivating force like that? What happens when gold loses its sheen and fades, dulls? 

Am I just taking this too far, to the next level it doesn’t need to go? maybe


EDIT:: w/ points from anon through a later ask, I’d like to also add what they said: 

you pondered about the connotations of yellow regarding ‘just/barely alive’ and its comparison to gold. I thought maybe it’s about flames/light - like a bright vivid flame is a bright gold, while the flame, when it’s only small and ->barely alive<- has more of a dull and yellowish shine. 

I hadn’t even consider that it might have been referencing intensity of light/fire? But the way you put it, that may actually make more sense than the direction I was going in. I was definitely perplexed somewhat, like I was missing something. This sounds like what I was missing.

That could also apply for the heat of a flame, too. Like, referring to the intensity of the light, or the intensity of the heat, or both, depending entirely on context, and related to the below.


  • Lust for life

So, there’s no word for orange in mando’a at this time.

Consider: Yellow is sometimes indicated to also mean lust for life, depending on who you ask and what source material you’re comparing it to.

It’s entirely possible that mandalorians don’t have a way to differentiate between yellow and orange. Some cultures do display a limitation in language, seeing what we would consider a range (yellow to orange) as all one spectrum under the same banner.

So while Yellow may mean barely alive/barely dead, yellow may also mean nothing but life.

Something to think about.

  • genet — gray

Gray/Silver. Mourning lost love.

Ge’ for almost, by proximity (literally or metaphorically). Net, we can assume, comes from the word for black, ne’tra. So, in this case, gray is literally almost black, but not quite. Reaching towards it, maybe, but not quite there.

I’ve used overcast before to describe gray, or the feeling of a loss, of grief, and it still applies here. Almost, not quite, as a starless night sky. Duller, paler, than a starfield. That kind of thing—perpetually in comparison to black.

Also consider that it may infer obscuring the target, instead of almost reaching black, it may act like a filter, a translucent overlay to take away or obscure intensity of (in this case from black, or night sky). Mandalorians, who are (or once was) so used to navigating by/the stars, suddenly having to deal with their guidance obscured? There’s loss, there, too.

  • kebiin — blue

This one’s a little … less straightforward. Ke’ is used as an imperative prefix, usually to indicate that this word/sentence is a command, but keb may also come from kebbur, meaning to try or make an attempt. Biin, or bii, may come from abiik, air (interestingly, kebii’tra indicates sky, so it’s literally blue starfield, blue space).

What is reliable? What is faithful? Following through, or making the attempt again and again—someone consistent, trustworthy. To stretch the meaning, as trustworthy as the air. 

Blue. Reliability. Faithful. As consistent, or trustworthy, as the air.

I wonder if that was ever a phrase in use. “As trustworthy as the air” might ring true on a planet where they can breathe without their helmets … but what if they so happen to land on a planet that they cannot?

In hindsight, that sounds like a very mando joke to make. B’)

“Who ever is reliable all the time?” Both a joke and a very serious question.

  • ge’tal — red

Ge shows up again. Almost. Tal, blood. Almost blood, or nearly / like blood. 

From what I understand, the Taung did bleed red, and since they were the original mandalorians, it makes sense for them to make the simplest association for the color.

Red. Honoring a parent. 

This is kind of a call back, imo, to the saying “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” as chosen family ties are stronger than that of biological ones, and consider that mandalorians are expected to shed blood for their chosen family if it ever came to it.

But also consider pointing at a rose and, quite literally, calling it like blood

  • vorpan — green

Vor, figuratively, is to thank. Literally, it’s to accept. Pan… is a little difficult to discover what it might indicate, or where it may come from, but from the two other words it’s a part of (epan, for guts, entrails, and sapan for electromagnet) we can kind of infer that it’s meant to indicate core, or insides, the interior of a thing.

Metaphorically, vorpan can be understood to be accepting a task to fulfill with one’s whole being.  For context, vorpan’oy is the word for vegetation, as in bringing life to green.

Green. Duty. To embody one’s accepted task

Not really sure why, but let’s go with that.

  • saviin — violet

This word is actually very close to Sabine’s name — they’re pronounced the same, just with a v instead of b. In some dialects or accent, one might say they are the same. I would argue they are.

So. VioletSaviin. Sa’ most likely comes from sarad, meaning flower, bloom. Viin is from viinir, for run. 

Running flower. Wild violets are considered weeds in some places, and so instead of run as in flee, run may lean more towards running wild, an overgrowth — or a plant that can live, even thrive, anywhere, in spite of adversity and outside forces attempting to eradicate them. 

Survival in adversity.

And, maybe unintentionally maybe not, given the above I would argue it’s a perfect name for Sabine under the circumstances. 


EDIT:: referring again to points brought up by anon in a later ask:

saviin sounds a lot like Sabine, which seems very very likely to me, considering the long i (or rather e - from an anglophone perspective) and that [v] and [b] are very similar sounds, so maybe Sabine is like a basic transcription or a dialect form of Saviin. Regarding the meaning of the colour/name

My etymology for it would be the following: “viin”/“bine” being a degenerated/shortened form (or even the root?) of kebiin - blue connected with “sa” - as, like, it gives “sa viin” - “like blue”, what is kind of a good description for purple/violet, implying the standard shade in mandalorian perception would be a darker bluish purple ALSO implying that the concept of purple cam up comparably late in the language, similar of the color orange getting it’s name rather late in germanic languages 

I was going color by color so I missed the connection in the effort to complete the post, which was an oversight by me sadly. 

It might also then directly connect the connotations of blue (reliability) with purple (adaptability, survival in adversity). They who are reliable can be depended on to adapt and survive adversity, or so on, kind of like orange (lust for life) from yellow, as thought about from above (the intensity of the flame).

Definitely some interesting things to think about.

Letting go

Summary: Sana is tired and just wants to go home. Yousef is here and he just wants to see her smile. 

Sana was walking home, tired. Noora had been sick today, she wasn’t at school, and Sana had been the only one to send her a text and actually ask if she was okay because, indeed, she didn’t seem to feel great the last times she had seen her, and she was worried about her friend. Noora hadn’t answered, and all Vilde had talked about everytime they had a free period today was boys. And not any boys. Boys who were Sana’s brother and his friends.

Since the other girls seemed to be fine with that, she just let them talk about how pretty Mikael was, how fun they all were, how it was a really cool coincidence that there were five of them, just as the girls were five. How cute Noora and Yousef were together.

Sana had tried to avoid talking or giving her opinion, or else she would have been seen as the cold bitch, once again. Vilde would’ve probably told her that it wasn’t their fault if Sana didn’t want to talk about boys, or how horrible she was for not telling them sooner that her brother and his friends were hot 97’.

It wasn’t that Sana didn’t want to talk about them. But she had always liked keeping friends and family apart, and this was way too big of a change for her. Way too soon. Actually, she probably would never say it but she would’ve prefered not to mix hers and her brother’s friends at all. Ever. Because coming home to them was something that she really liked sometimes, and hearing them laughing or shouting in her brother’s room felt like home. Of course she hated them sometimes, but it still felt fine, like she was right where she belang. Not that she didn’t belong with the girls, but it just… wasn’t the same.

So mixing the two groups and hanging out with her older brother was something she just had never done before, and would’ve prefered to never do. But it seemed like she wouldn’t have the choice now.

She didn’t want to feel like a burden to the girls, didn’t want to tell them why she was acting weird. Sana was just… tired. Once home, she opened the door and heard the sound of the TV. She sighed. The boys were probably there, and it wasn’t really the right moment. Right now, the girl just wanted to do her homework, take a shower, pray and go to bed.

She stopped by the living room to tell her brother she was home, expecting to see Adam and Mikael since they were the ones who usually came here to watch TV with Elias. No luck, they were all here, on the sofa, watching TV. As she entered the room quietly, she noticed Yousef raising his head.

She was clearly sad and tired, and didn’t want to think about him today. She didn’t want to see him, she didn’t want to see his eyes, or his hands, or his stupid smile. She didn’t want to be noticed. But he was there, and he seemed down too. All the other boys seemed dozy, and her brother was clearly asleep on his chair.

The brown-haired boy straightened himself as Sana tried to see what they were watching. She felt his eyes on her, and just wanted to escape his gaze, just this once. So she went to the kitchen to make herself a tea. She put the kettle on, chose a chai that she liked and waited, resisting the urge to take a look at her phone which was constantly vibrating. It probably was Vilde, commenting on something Magnus had done or said and she didn’t need that right now.

As her eyes were distracted by the sky outside the window, she noticed the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor, and caught herself hoping it was Yousef. As the water began to boil, she heard little knocks on the kitchen door.

-Am I disturbing ?, she heard his voice asking.

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anonymous asked:

BETP can we talk about Derek Hale's sunday morning routine? Early morning riser to get the paper, getting coffee for himself and Stiles, blanket burrito at some point in the day...

yes gawd

here’s the thing though. derek’s not a morning person. stiles is. stiles is one of those people who wakes up because he has to pee, but then he can’t get back to sleep so he just starts eating. he gets up at sevenish, and then produces coffee and scrambled eggs (the only eggs he can make aside from soft-boiled on toast), and wanders back into the bedroom with them.

there’s something about watching derek sleep that settles something hot and firm in stiles’ chest. derek’s edges aren’t just filed down when he sleeps, they’re sawed off. he’s all warm curves and rumpled hair. he wakes pretty immediately when stiles settles back down on the bed with the eggs, but once he realizes it’s just stiles, with food, he relaxes again. he says hoarsely, “eggs? really?” and stiles ignores him, so he ignores stiles right back.

stiles takes the moment to look around the room. derek’s got pictures on the walls. they’re mostly black and white photos of cities, texted to him by his little sister. he also has tacked to his wall a wrinkled piece of binder paper with “date me?” scrawled on it, followed by stiles’ phone number. initially stiles had written “blow me?” but he ultimately decided this was a little more romantic. he was also pretty sure derek had had his phone number since 2012, but he couldn’t be too sure.

it’s not until nine-thirty or ten that derek finally sits up, beard and chest hair looking unfairly soft, hazel eyes almost aglow in the morning light, and begins to share the remaining eggs.

stiles had always imagined a domestic sunday morning. it wasn’t a wistful imagining; it was just a thought that existed in the back of his mind, like an acceptance of the inevitable future. it was going to happen eventually: eventually he would fall in love with someone who loved him back (probably), and he was going to spend a warm sunday morning drinking coffee and fucking around on his phone while his better half lolled in the bed, took a shower, maybe blow-dried her hair. he didn’t know who it would be: but he could feel the way it would feel. he could almost recall it. it was like a memory, but backwards.

he guesses the images are different, the actions not quite the same, the genitals shaped differently, but the feeling is there. it’s more expansive, happier, than he thought it would be. derek turning his head and looking out the window, tines of the fork still resting on his lips while he chewed a small bite of eggs: sometimes you know when something is right. you know the way you know when you gently squeeze a tomato to see if it’s the right amount of ripeness. stiles has squeezed derek and derek is exactly ripe.

once the plate is cleared of eggs, stiles leaves the bed to climb into the shower. he brushes his teeth slowly, and waits for derek to join him. soon enough, there derek is, still pulling his shirt over his head even as he steps into the stall. stiles looks at him, watches him chuck the shirt over the shower door and onto the floor. “okay, this?” stiles gestures with one lazily pointed finger to indicate in a whirling motion derek’s entire torso. “this is nice. this whole situation.”

“what,” says derek, stealing stiles’ toothbrush, which - ugh. why isn’t stiles more viscerally repulsed by this? it’s disgusting, it’s empirically disgusting.

“you’re pretty attractive,” stiles answers, unable to make himself angry about derek using his toothbrush. stlies snatches up and begins to use derek’s shampoo.

“yeah?”

“very. very, very attractive. good-looking dude.”

“uh huh.”

“that’s, therein lies some of your appeal,” stiles goes on. “you look like a god.”

that gets derek’s eyebrows up. “a god?” derek’s dubious. he’s sarcastic. but there’s something rumbling in his voice, something pleased. amused, if nothing else. also, still a little sleepy.

“yes,” answers stiles seriously. “you look like poseiden.” standing there, water drumming onto his head, he looks at derek’s mouth, his chest hair. back at his eyes. “apollo.”

“apollo was kind of a dick,” derek points out, mouth full of minty foam.

“is,” says stiles, brows furrowing. “he’s immortal, derek.”

derek rolls his eyes, grabs stiles’ biceps, and switches their places so he can wash his own hair. stiles accepts this rearrangement. “anyway,” he says, grabbing his loofah - it lathers really well, all right? miss stiles with your presumed mockery - and going about scrubbing all remnants of dried come and errant egg from his body. derek can’t use the loofah because it gets all full of body hair, but stiles is less hairy in general. “i was thinking we could go to the lake today. i wanna rent a boat and try to knock you out of it.”

“good luck with that,” mutters derek, and, pleased, stiles watches him rinse his hair.

they do go to the lake, and derek dozes off on the boat for half an hour before lunch. stiles climbs on top of him (”what the fuck? get off”) and eats a hot dog there, and decides that he’s never been this happy. that he should probably aim at maintaining these life circumstances for as long as possible. maybe until he’s dead. derek chucks stiles off the boat and into the water. “uncalled for!” shouts stiles from the waves. “and on god’s day, no less!” derek watches passively from the boat deck.

anonymous asked:

OK, so that character flaws thing is really cool and helpful, so I'll ask a similar question: what do you think are some of the best character quirks in general? Just anything actually noteworthy as character development that isn't a good or bad trait per-say or too cliched? The way they dress, fidget, etc?

oh this makes me happy, i’m glad i could help

since you said character quirks, i’m going to assume you mean things characters do and not traits, which are a part of their personality (you can totally let me know if i misread or assumed wrong) 

i don’t have favorites, but here are some i don’t see often

involuntary twitching & erratic movements - sometimes my muscles just move and feel the need to move, something i can’t control. side note, sometimes happens because of too much caffeine or nervous energy

carrying small charms - whether they mean something or not, these characters carry the trinkets everywhere. 

phobias - especially uncommon ones, and the things people do to avoid them. my cousin’s boyfriends were scared of water but took him to this park and they had to cross a bridge. to get across it,,, they crawled on all fours. 

scars and extreme stories - that small mark on their wrist?? they got from holding a kitten wrong, of course they’re not going to tell people that. no,, they got that scar by skydiving. how?? well- [twenty minutes of exaggeration]

improbable dreams - like a character wanting to become a cat, of to replace their arm with a shark. just fun things.

no fear (just kidding) - fearless characters are cool too, but i especially love when something really mundane happens to be their biggest fear and they’ve been so careful about hiding it

averagely average - at everything they do, from school to arts & crafts.

really into collections - like,,, they might even have a problem. no, _ you don’t need more rocks/swords/buttons. stop, put that down

falls asleep anywhere - you might find them in the tree or in some odd position you’ve seen your cat in. 

wears a wig - i’ve not seen characters that struggle with premature hair loss and the struggle that comes with it (while i think that people should be proud regardless)

has personal traditions they never stray away from - like there’s this really good book they have to read every year, or every wednesday means hanging out in the tub with some candles or something.

mx. not perfect - they’ve always been seen as such, but they just,, don’t,, understand??? maybe, if they have siblings, they know them the best, but everyone else seems oblivious to their super obvious imperfections??

pep talks themselves - it doesn’t help everyone, but it helps them and that’s what counts

natural manipulator in a not-cruel way - how do they always wrangle their friends into taking naps when they need breaks? how do they always get their friends to eat?? we just don’t know

religious - i, personally, don’t have a religion, but i don’t mind seeing characters who are guided by their faith. 

always knows - about something specific, like what phase the moon happens to be in, or when it’ll rain next

thinks they’re a mythical creature - doesn’t matter if you think it’s silly or not real, they’re still going to believe.

i think that’s a good amount

maybe these will spark up some ideas?

thanks for sending in an ask

Dionysus (m)

Originally posted by jeonmp3

words: 6,745

request: Teasing Jimin to the brink and dom!Y/N.

genre: smut, fluff, and some sort of sugar daddy thing.

summary: Park Jimin’s a god amongst men but you’re certain even gods can bow down.

a/n: I wrote a Tae smut called Icarus like 5 years ago and then was suddenly hit with inspiration to make Greek mythology inspired fics for the rest of the boys. So, you can say it’s kind of a thing now. P.S. here’s dat Jimin smut I kept promising @sleevelessparkjimin @helloblamebts @jiminniejuseyo

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XF Fic Challenge: “Talking in the Park”

Author: @2moms-0fucks

Rating: Teen? Maybe

Summary: Set post Per Manum, Scully discovers something in Mulder’s apartment that leads them on a conversation of what could have been.

Notes: I wrote this a year ago, to be honest. I never fleshed it out, and simply cleaned it up to submit for the challenge. It’s cracky. BOY IS IT FLUFF CRACK. Submitted for @xfficchallenges - Dialogue Only Challenge. Ugh. This is so cracky. i’m totally geeking out on the idea of conversations because so many conversations never happened in this series. But…oh well…I DO hope you enjoy it.


“Talking In The Park” by: 2moms-0fucks


“Mulder…? Why do you have all these books?”

“I uh… I got them when you started the treatments…”

‘What to Expect When Your Wife’s Expanding’? 'Test Tubes and Testosterone: A Man’s Journey Into Infertility and IVF’…?”

“Scully… I uh”

“Mulder…”

“I should donate them or something…”

“You read them?”

“Yeah…”

“But I thought–”

“That I just wanted to be the donor?”

“Well…”

“You wanna go for a walk for a minute?”

“Mulder, I–”

“Come on. It’ll make more sense…I promise.”

“Mulder those books…”

“Look, I know, Scully…”

“When I asked you to be the donor - to be the father…, you never said you wanted to play a bigger role…”

“Would you have allowed me?”

“You would have been the father – of course I would have. I would have let you play as much of a role as you wanted.”

“When you asked me to help you have a baby, I was… nervous. I was terrified, actually. It’s not like my own father was the epitome of ‘Leave it to Beaver’… and I was concerned that the same men who were behind everything would somehow use the baby to…hurt you… And I was being selfish…”

“Being concerned about my safety isn’t selfish.”

“No, I was. I was entirely selfish. But I can’t really explain it. A part of me – A large part of me didn’t want– It’s complicated Scully. I don’t know if you’ll understand…”

“Explain it. I want to know. A large part of you, what?”

“A large part of me was afraid of losing you.”

“Mulder, we’re partners…”

“Scully, you don’t know that. You really think you were going to continue with our work pregnant or with a young child?

“Well. I—“

“When I said yes, I told you I was afraid of it coming between us… I knew it was going to come between us. Eventually. No matter who the father is, a baby would change–”

“Everything.”

“Yeah…”

“For the record, Mulder, I wouldn’t have… I mean, there isn't… You weren’t my first choice.”

“That makes a guy feel good, Scu—“

“You were my only choice.”

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Companions react to Sole binding their wounds.

After a rather gnarly fight against some super mutants the Sole Survivor manages to get their companion somewhere safe so they can get them patched up. 

Cait: “Get the hell off of me. I can take care of myself, dammit!” Cait being the tough gal that she is has a hard time accepting help. She feels weak and pathetic for having someone drag her somewhere safe. Sole could not convince her to let them lend her a hand.”Fucking A! Fine,” after much bickering and swearing, Cait allowed Sole patch her up. She groaned and muttered mockery the entire time. But afterwards when Sole cooked up some baked boatfly she thanked them and acted as if nothing happened.    

Codsworth: “Oh thank you mum/sir! Those brutes did a number on me.” During the fight Codsworth managed to loose a limb. So after playing marco pollo with butler’s arm they headed to a decently held up house. Luckily Sole found the right equipment to rewire and screw the piece back on. When they later returned to Sanctuary it was quite the story.

Curie: “Madame/monsieur? I believe there is a problem.” At first Curie would remain calm while clutching her wound. Curie would instruct Sole what to do when addressing the wound. But once things started getting down to the more painful parts of taking care of an injury she’d start getting emotional. She’d ask,”This is going to hurt, yes?” before Sole would do something. She’d purse her lips looking up at the ceiling, eyes glistening in her eyes. 

Danse: He’d tough it out as long as possible, but once they got to the house he wearily stepped out of his power armor and started unzipping his jumpsuit. He’d hold some antibacterial substance above the his wound with a shaky hand. Sole took the bottle out of his hand and picked up where he left off. He didn’t say anything, watching them patch him up. After a few moments of silent he’d thank them. Even long after this he’d think of it, and do small things to make up for it. Such as, cleaning their weaponry, working out kinks in their power armor–things like that.

Deacon: Deacon’s sunglasses lay askew on his face, as Sole dragged him to a decently put together house. He’d joke around the entire way there saying, ”I’m fine boss. You should’ve seen me after I single handedly took out a deathclaw, after taking her eggs for a Railroad breakfast.” Once getting him seated Sole would take off his shirt so they could get to the wound. He’d smirk and say,”Getting right down to business are we? Should’ve just said so..” Then unzipping his zipper. After being asked he zipped up his pants. But when  it came to actually dealing with the wound he’d go,”OW OW OWW,” just like he does in the game. Deacon would definitely give Sole a run for their money, but in a comical and charming way. 

Dogmeat: Poor Dogmeat got in the middle of the green giants trying to protect Sole, which ended in a nasty wound. When Sole was fixing the poor german shepard he’d whimper and look at them with his sad puppy dog eyes. Afterwards Dogmeat would shower Sole in puppy dog kisses. 

Hancock: “Well isn't this peachy?” He muttered as Sole helped him inside the nearby house. Hancock slid off his coat and undershirt,”You think it’ll stain?” He asks. As Sole patched him up he stared at their hands working on his rough skin.”You’re pretty good with your hands, aren’t ya?” He smirks. After getting the reaction he wanted out of Sole, he looks at his coat and sighs, more hurt by the blood soaked in his uniform than the gushing wound on his side. While indulging on a mentat or two, Sole used the time to clean the ghoul’s bloodied outfit. Hancock was elated to see his coat clean and stain free. Together the Sole Survivor and the grateful Ghoul lived up the rest of night with a few drinks and puffs of jet by the fire.

Maccready: “Aww shit- i mean..shoot. I’ve been hit pretty bad Sole.” The Sole Survivor walked Maccready to a nearby house and sat him in a random chair in the middle of the room. But when Maccready was seated the chair broke from underneath him, his butt crashing into the floor.”Arghhh, you’ve got to be friggin’ kidding me?!” He groaned as he got up with the help of Sole. The entire time Maccready had a disgustingly cute grimace on his face, his arms crossed. Sole finally started to laugh at his misfortune after realizing that the wound isn’t fatal.”Shut up, its not funny Sole!” He’d scold, his face growing into a crimson red color. He couldnt stop thinking of how hard his ass hit the floor– how embarrassing.

Nick Valentine: “It’s alright kid, I’ve got it covered. You take care of yourself right now, okay?” Nick politely declined Sole’s offer and pulled out a screw driver, tuning up his exposed metal hand. After he was satisfied with his handiwork he brought Sole some purified water as they cooked dinner,”Drink up, it’s been a long day.” They’d sit there for a bit while Nick lit up a smoke,”I appreciate you looking out for me, Sole, it means a lot. But you don’t need to worry about an old bot like me, I can handle myself.”

Piper: “Thanks Blue, I really- Ouch! Could you be a little kinder with the peroxide?” Piper would talk the entire time, and be interrupted by Sole doing something that resulted in her to remark with,”Oh boy..This again?” or “Jeez Blue, that really hurts.” Afterwards she’d slowly stand up and say,”Well, that could’ve gone smoother.” 

Preston: ”Thank you General, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Preston accepts Sole’s help willingly. He’s always taking care of other people, it’s nice to be helped for change. But of course he’s as humble as can be. Giving Sole a kind smile after being patched up, complimenting them on their handiwork. The morning afterwards he makes them a mirelurk egg omelet, then continues saving the commonwealth with his best friend.

Strong: “Strong is not weak like human! Supermutant is strong!” A bullet wound is the equivalent to a splinter to Strong. And is annoyed and angered by Sole’s request.

X6-88: “Ma’am/Sir I appreciate your concern, but there is no need.” X6 would go on about how Sole is wasting their time, and how he is more than capable to treat himself–no matter how badly injured he is. But once Sole finally gets him to sit down, he becomes quiet. Behind his sunglasses he watches Sole patch him up, secretly feeling warmth in his chest from the sincere concern and care being showed for him. 

anonymous asked:

Headcanon. Archie is the first person Veronica tells about her feelings for Betty idk I just feel like it would be a thing where she's ranting at him and says something about how it's so fucked up that people like people who don't like them back and he's thinking 'betty isn't even mad at me for not liking her back anymore but you're still mad at me for her' until Veronica gets real sad and says something like I just want her to love me or something and he realizes that she likes Betty but idk

So I took this ask as a prompt and wrote a little one shot based off of it.

I wrote this at 2 am so it’s kinda rough but I still hope you like it.

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His day had started off well enough; early morning football practice, which wasn’t really all that great, hadn’t it been for the fact that a great new melody for one of his songs had popped into his head.

Humming the tune as he walked through the halls, he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Veronica Lodge at the end of the hallway; clearly out for blood. Just as he was about to turn the other way to escape her wrath, he heard her shout out to him.

So much for that plan.

As he turned around he saw Veronica walk towards him with a fire in her step that showed that she meant business. And here he had thought this was going to be a good day. Stupid.

“Archie Andrews! Don’t think I didn’t see you.”

He had only hoped.

“I need to talk to you actually, Ronnie, but can we please go somewhere else?” He said defeatedly. Knowing damn well that if Veronica wanted something, she was going to get it.

She glared at him suspiciously but followed him to the music room, which was surprisingly empty for once.

“This better be good because I’m about to go off on you in about two minutes” she said, crossing her arms in defiance.

“Whatever you’re going to say about me and Betty, I know, okay?” He said, sitting down in front of the piano. “I’m a douchebag for stringing her along and hurting her just because I was too blind to see that my best friend has a crush on me.”

“So whatever you have to say, save it.” He looked down at the keys. “I’ve already told her I’m sorry a million times, and she has forgiven me! No hard feelings.” He dared to look up at her but her face was unreadable.

“Are you done?” She said, looking unimpressed.

“Yes.” He was.

“Betty stood at my door crying Archie! No, sobbing actually, because you rejected her for being ‘too perfect for you’.” Veronica said to him accusingly. “Who even uses that lame old ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse anymore?”

He did apparently. “Look Ronnie, I know you’re mad at me and all, but you haven’t talked to me in two weeks and now you suddenly come at me out of nowhere.”

“Betty has moved on, why can’t you?” He asked her gently.

She looked at him for a while before sitting down next to him by the piano. Laying her head on his shoulder and sighing deeply.

He looked at her; careful to not make any sudden movements that would disturb her from her thoughts, seeing not quite anger, but sadness reflected in her eyes.

“I just know how much it sucks when someone you like doesn’t like you back. I don’t wish that feeling on anyone. Especially not Betty.” Veronica finally answered, her voice having lost all the fire it once held.

Archie put his arm around her then, feeling her completely deflate against him. He knew there was something he wasn’t seeing. A piece of the puzzle he was missing; but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

“I’m sorry for being angry at you Arch.” She said. “It just seems hardly fair when you love someone so much but they are completely oblivious.” He felt her words vibrating against his chest.

Suddenly, it clicked.

“You’re in love with Betty…” He says hesitantly.

Veronica is silent for a long while then, letting the sentence hang between them, making the air feel thick with unspoken thoughts. Because even though her face showed no sign of discomfort, he felt her heart rapidly thudding against his shoulder.

She looks up at him with a sad smile on her face.

“I’m in love with Betty.” She finally says, sounding so certain that he almost doesn’t believe that she came to that conclusion just a few seconds ago. Just like that, it was as clear as night and day. Veronica was in love with Betty just like the earth revolves around the sun, as sure as the currents of the sea.

“But that doesn’t matter.” She says, looking up at him “Because I’m in love with Betty and she’s in love with you.”

lowbloodkiwi  asked:

Omg a klance sickfic where they've crashed somewhere & both are trying to be like "I'm angry at you for getting us in this mess but I'm fine™!" & both blame the other but then as they're walking around, Lance just starts taking on the blame & Keith is hella confused? But then he realizes that Lance isn't looking too good & he just feels really bad as he takes care of a deliriously crying Lance. Bonus points if Keith realizes the crash was actually inevitable and yelling at Lance helped no one-

YES I love people yelling at sick characters and then feeling really bad about it so here we go. This REALLY inspired me. 

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anonymous asked:

Plus when V came into the room Jungkook was still trying to tie his robe together. Why are you still trying to tie your robe? Isn't that what took so long to answer the door because in the first place? Jungkook also kept acting really strange the entire time. He was looking everywhere and was hella nervous. Not to mention he had no idea V was even coming to his room. Jimin and Jungkook were up to no good and V knew it and trolled them to the highest degree

Anon’s first message: I agree with you about the jikook video. Jimin was definitely in that room with Jungkook. I believe that they were having some “personal” time. 1. Jungkook was naked in his room and it took him forever to open the door. If he wasn’t doing anything shady why did he take so long to answer the door? 2. Jungkook had the mood set just right. The lights were dim and he had music playing. Why would he have the lights dim and soft music playing
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Yes!!!! Like I’m not saying they were getting it on, but it was definitely an intimate and romantic moment between the two. It’s just so suspicious that Jungkook had this soft ass music playing through some speakers with the lights all dimmed and no clothes on. Like, no offense but, thats just hella fucking romantic okay. And THE ROBE THING!!!! Okay so this boy says hes naked then takes over a minute to get a robe on, then it turns out he didnt even have the robe tied ???? like um ???? how long does it take to throw on a robe???? and like im not saying nothing but its basically a proven fact that jungkook was nervous af in that vlive. almost as if…. jimin….. was hiding……. from the camera…… bc they …… had just been doing…… something……
Also Tae is literally the loml (like no joke, hes my ult bias) and the fact that he trolled them so much while simultaneously trying to make sure it wasnt obvious jimin was there just makes me so proud.