when you stare into the abyss

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*
Ocean Soldier (Part 1 out of ?)

(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so

Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid

Warnings: none?

Originally posted by little-messs

   The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean. 

   You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky- 

   A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.

    You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.

    You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs. 

   You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.

    “Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes.  "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough. 

   The man whimpers, reaching up Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.

    “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming. 

   “Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him. 

   Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.

   “What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought. 

   You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him. 

   “You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin. 

   You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net. 

   “Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies. 

   Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts. 

   You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea. 

    The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible. 

   “Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you. 

   James Buchanan Barnes

   You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking  at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you. 

   I like Bucky better 

   You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message. 

   I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to

  “No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand. 

    You really don’t?

   “I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you. 

   I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all

   You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage. 

   “Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you. 

   What happened?

   You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage. 

   “Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow. 

    "I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.

    He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…


Summary: Dan had always thought he was the moon. Phil Lester was definitely the sun.

Word count: 3917

Warnings: A very brief mention of contemplating self-harm.

A/N: Though I’ve been writing fanfiction for like five years, this is my first phanfic, so I hope it’s not too bad. Also, special thanks to Gisele (@fringegaps) for encouraging me to write this, and then for helping me get the confidence to actually post it.

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It happens. It happens every day. People grow apart. Friends walk hand in hand until they find that their parts no longer intertwine. Lovers kiss to notice that this kiss that once meant weak knees and beating hearts no longer tastes of sweet love but of bitter goodbye. You once poured your heart out to the boy who was your best friend but when you see him again, it’s like the silence swallows you whole and you can’t think of one word to say. So you stare and stare and try to figure out what happened to create this chasm, this black abyss that opened up between you. And most of the time it’s not an argument that tore you apart but life itself. It’s you and it’s them. You changed. You grew up. You made decisions. You moved on. Things that used to mean the world now mean nothing and people that used to make you feel like you could climb the highest mountain now make you feel like drowning at the bottom of the sea. And that’s okay. Because people come and people go and it happens for a reason. Some friendships aren’t meant to last a lifetime, some people can’t be kept, some relationships aren’t worth holding on to. So let go. If they don’t make you happy anymore, let them go.
—  changing and moving on
Bad Match - Pt.1/?

Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2605

Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, bad date, Bucky is kind of a jerk, swearing.

A/N: I’m not exactly happy with it, but I just couldn’t stare at the screen anymore. Thank you @imhereforbvcky  for your kind offer to help, giving me some of your time and teaching me so much about writing with just a few notes. You’re amazing.  

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry!

Part 1/?

“Are you sure is not too soon for both of us?” you apprehensively asked your best friend through the phone. “I mean, I broke up with Jeff just, what… three months ago and he, on the other hand, well, he’s Bucky Barnes…I really wouldn’t like to become an additional problem for him, since he already has his fair share of issues” you tried to debate with your fellow SHIELD agent.

“Three months are already too long Y/N, it’s past time for you to move on, and when it comes to Bucky, he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man, and he’s gonna love you too, trust me,” the strong-minded woman argued on the other side of the line.

“Ok…” you sighed with resignation, knowing there’s no win with Sharon Carter once she’d put something on her mind “I guess you have a point, I’ll be there”.


Lying on their shared bed, arms crossed behind his head, Steve observed his girlfriend sitting by the desk talking to you on the phone. When she hung up with a satisfied smile he knew she’d got what she wanted.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” the Avenger told her with furrowed eyebrows while she was making herself comfortable again beside him laying one arm over his chest.

“Of course I do, they are great for each other.” She responded with the smug confidence that Steve so well knew and loved about her.

“I just don’t think Bucky is ready Shar, and wasn’t it Y/N that recently got out of a terrible relationship?” He tried to ponder with her.  

“Steve, honey, I know you worry a lot about Bucky, and you have your reasons, I get it. Yet, he’s been among us for over a year now. He’s doing so great working with the Avengers. I understand he’s still have some social skills matters to work on, but he’s been doing progress with therapy.” She tried to prove her point.

Steve looked down at his girlfriend “What about the Natasha situation?”

“That’s another reason. That ain’t gonna happen, not now, not never, she’s a different person than she was before and is head over heels for another man. Bucky has got to let go of this obsession with their past.” The blonde woman snorted her disapproval and continued. “He hasn’t been to a proper date yet, don’t you think there’s something missing? He needs someone good in his life, not just those meaningless shallow one-night stands he’s been going on.”

Steve opened his mouth to respond, but Sharon kept talking, circling her hand on his chest in a reassuring way “And as for Y/N, yes, she’s been in a horrible relationship, but she’s managed to put an end on it and deserves a second chance too. They are a good match, I have a feeling.”

“I still don’t know baby, are you really sticking with this?” The soldier insisted.

“Steve… sometimes even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself…”  

The Captain interrupted her, rolling his eyes “Ok ok ok, you don’t have to use the “you move” speech.” Giving her the giggles, he chuckled and put a kiss on the top of her head “I just hope you’re right on this one.”

“I am.” She concluded nuzzling into her boyfriend chest.


“Here it is, Miss,” you smiled at the waiter when he placed your second drink of the night on the table. You took another glance at the clock on the restaurant wall, 30 minutes…

You couldn’t believe that you were going to be stood up on your first date after your break up with Jeff. So much for being open to new possibilities.  At first you were reluctant to go along with Sharon’s idea, but then you started to think that she could be right. You had to move on from you self-pitying state and the sooner the better.

Flashbacks of the crappy last two years started playing in your mind. You had met Jeff at one of the CIA`s divisions in Europe, when you and Sharon started working there after the fall of SHIELD.  You didn’t know then, but he was the man that would break you into a million tiny self-hating pieces. Without once laying a finger on you he had the power to, with a word or just a look, make you feel unworthy, tiny, unlovable. There was always something that wasn’t good enough for him: your clothes weren’t that fashionable, your looks could be better, your hair should be longer and there was always someone than  you in any given aspect. That was your daily life with the man you started to believe you were lucky to have as partner and that loved you in spite of all of those flaws.

You only realized you were getting stuck in a vicious cycle of self-loathing when your friends, specially Sharon, practically punched some sense into you.

The break up didn’t happen on good terms, so you were glad in accepting SHIELD’s insistent offer to assume your position back after they were reactivated and rejoined forces with the Avengers. You moved countries and focused exclusively on work.

Your fall to an abyss of sad memories was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat next to you. When you looked up, you weren’t expecting to see an ocean of blue eyes staring down at you with a questioning look.

“Oh h-hi, sorry I didn’t see you here” You stood up and, God knows why, leaned to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, only to be stopped with a preventative handshake. Blame it on your European times.

“Hi you must be Y/N, my name is Bucky.” He introduced himself and the soft rusky tone of his voice was the most alluring you had ever heard.

Like in a trance you practically moaned, “I know everything about you Bucky.” Listening to your own words and checking the startled expression on his face as he let go of your hand, you tried to correct yourself. “I-I mean, n-not everything, course not, you’re Bucky Barnes, Steve and Sharon’s friend, t-that’s what I know.” He raised one eyebrow and took his seat in front of yours.

What was the matter with you? You had met the guy for five seconds and suddenly became a stuttering mess? You took in his appearance and concluded that, even though you had seen pictures of him before (most of them with his Winter Soldier mask, since the media still craved for his troublesome past) you certainly weren’t ready for the real deal. He was absolutely gorgeous.

But that fact and the outrageously sexy low bun that was holding his brow locks didn’t stop you from realizing he hadn’t apologized for being 40 minutes late.

“How was the traffic, too crazy?” You questioned to give him the opportunity to redeem himself.

“No, not really” he responded nonchalantly, taking a look around the Indian place you had chosen. “Have you ordered anything yet?”

“Oh, I haven’t, I was waiting for you.”

“I hate Indian food, but go ahead, make your order.” He turned to the waiter already standing next to him and asked for a drink.

“Oh… I’m sorry, this is my favorite place, that’s is why I picked it, I didn’t know… we can go… somewhere else…” You were so flustered that you could feel your whole body burning, starting in your cheeks that probably were showing a deep shade of pink now.

“No, no, don’t worry Doll, I’m a drink kind of guy anyway… So tell me, how long have you been friends with Sharon?”

The use of the nickname and the whole embarrassing events so far got you rambling non-stop. You never ordered your food and kept talking about your childhood, your job, Donald Trump, the lack of male nudity on Game of Thrones… Every single thought that came across your mind was spilled at an impassive Bucky.

When your mouth went dry of talking and not a word had come out of Bucky’s plump lips you excused yourself to the toilet, taking your purse with you.

Inside the small room, you took a deep breath and, while staring at the mirror to retouch your lipstick, you wondered when everything had started to go to shit. Maybe you weren’t ready after all…

Walking back towards the table, you decided to give it another try, start over and maybe have a pleasant rest of night with your date. You glimpsed Bucky by his back talking on his cellphone and the sound of your name made you stop close enough to overhear the conversation.

“What can I tell you Steve? Jesus, she won’t stop talking… And I don’t understand half of the things she’s saying. I can’t see why you and Sharon insisted on this dating thing… Besides, you were wrong… Not for a minute I was able to get Natasha out of my head… Y/N’s got nothing on her, she is not slightly as amazing as Nat…”

You felt your stomach drop to the floor and your heart sank. Bucky kept talking, but there was a buzz in your ears, loud enough to drown out every other sound around you. The restaurant and everything else transformed into a very familiar scenario. It was like Jeff was by your side all over again and his unwanted voice in your mind was reminding you of how distasteful, insignificant and unlovable you were. Your hands started shaking and tears were forming in your eyes, that was the signal you needed to turn around and leave as fast as you could. No goodbyes. You never wanted to see Bucky Barnes in your life again.


When you got to your bedroom after the longest cab ride in your life, your attention was caught by the pathetic form in front of the mirror on your wall. You knew that the woman he was comparing you with was THE Natasha Romanoff, the sexiest spy alive whose seductiveness haunted you poor hard worker mortals who were trying to make a living in the secret agent’s business. How could he even make the comparison when clearly there was none. You were average, tops. Flat where you should be curvy and curvy where you should be flat.

Someone could think that you’d be able to beat you lousy sex-appeal by a dashing interesting personality, but this someone would be wrong. If you had doubts about it, the last few moments with Bucky had dismissed them all, he was pretty clear about how unpleasant your company had been… Not slightly as amazing…

Knowing that you were going down a road too familiar for your taste, you attempted to dismiss all those self-hatred thoughts off of your mind by trying to get some sleep, hoping to dream a sweet dream that would make you forget all about that night. So you took off the dress you’d bought for the occasion and left it on the floor, found some energy in you to remove the full face makeup and brushed your teeth before diving into your bed, putting on some pjs was too much to ask of you at that moment.  


Your alarm rang and it felt like it had been 5 minutes since you finally conquered slumber. You groaned at the sound and the prospect of getting up to face the day ahead. Your half-asleep mind immediately drifted to the night before. Something you were so desperately trying to keep dormant inside you had awakened. The wounds on your self-esteem were too fresh and those words had hit them like a punch.

Despite the desire to keep drowned in your fort of blankets,  you couldn’t skip work. You had a meeting with The Man himself, Nick Fury. You had no idea what it would be about, you were warned by his secretary the day before.

You shook away your thoughts about the date with Bucky and got off the bed.  You had much more important things to worry about and focus on. At least you wouldn’t have to see him again, as the SHIELD’S operating base wasn’t located at the Avengers’ Tower.

Not much time passed before you were ready to go to work, after all it wasn’t that hard to choose an outfit from a wardrobe of grey suits. On your commute to SHIELD’s headquarters you remembered to take a look on your phone. 5 missed calls from Sharon. …he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man … You mimic her voice in your head and memorized an entire speech of curses to deliver to the blonde for when you meet her again.

Once inside the building you already felt a little better. Work was your whole life, especially now, you loved what you did and felt appreciated and wanted there. You went straight to the big boss’s office, feeling nervous about whatever the infamous Nicky Fury wanted to talk to you.

“Hi Y/N, how are you today?” Maria Hill greeted you, putting an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to the adjacent room of the large office.

“Hi Maria, a little anxious for whatever this means, any clues?” she gave you a squeeze on your shoulder and smiled at you, but another voice responded:

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re here because I have a proposition for you.” It was the SHIELD’S director, using his well-known straightforward style.

“Tony Stark has contacted me and asked for the name, and I quote, of the most badass spy I could provide him.” Having an idea of where that conversation was heading, but not allowing yourself to fully believe it, you kept a dumbfounded stare at your boss in front of you, waiting for the outcome.

“So, Miss Y/L/N, how would you fancy a position on the Avengers’ team?” The weakness in your knees and the sweat leaking out of your pores must had been pretty evident, since Maria Hill placed her hand on the low of your back, in a support attempt.

“Oh my God sir, it’s such an honor…” your tremulous voice was interrupted by Fury, clearly in a hurry:  

“Good, you’re being transferred today to the Avengers compound, Maria will help you with paperwork and everything else that will be necessary for your relocation…”  He talked in a monotone, gathering some papers on the desk he was standing by, apparently oblivious by the rush of adrenaline that was swelling down your whole body. Suddenly  Maria’s support didn’t seem enough to prevent you from falling, so you gripped one hand on the desk chair in front of you, biting your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out the scream taking place in your mind. You had never thought something like that would happen, but now that it was a reality you felt like you had dreamed about it your whole life.

“You’ll go through evaluations and training for some time and then it will be decided if you really have what it takes to be an Avenger…” I’m going to be a fucking Avenger, bitch. You were trying to maintain some posture and conceal your excitement by listening carefully to the instructions that would change your life.

“Your main tutor for the starting process will give you the guidelines and other details, he’s most likely now waiting for you at the compound. You’ve already had the chance to meet Sgt. James Barnes, haven’t you?”

And just like that you went straight to the floor from cloud 9. FUCK.

End of part 1. 

So? Feedbacks? 

EXO’s Reaction to Their S/O’s Parents Walking in on Them Having Sex


Xiumin would be mid-thrust when your mom burst through the door, stopping in her tracks when she saw what was going on.  There was obviously no way to cover up what was happening, so Xiumin would keep going, enjoying the pleasure too much to care or stop. Next time he saw her, he’d make sure to apologize and move on. 


As soon as Chen heard the door squeak open, he’d fall off of you, desperately trying to cover himself up.  Your parents quickly left, and Chen would let out a groan of exasperation. “Your parents are going to kill me,” he’d exaggerate, burying his face in a pillow. He’d apologize awkwardly to them, trying to cover his awkwardness with humor.


Baekhyun would be too “in the moment” to realize your dad had peeked into the room, only to quickly leave. It wasn’t until after that you told him what had happened, and his face flushed with embarrassment. “Jagi! Why didn’t you tell me! I”m gonna diiieeee,” he’d say, smacking himself in the forehead. He’d avoid eye contact with them until the incident was eventually forgotten.


Always wanting to be on your parents’ good side, Chanyeol would freeze, half-way in you, when he heard the door creak. After your parents slammed the door shut, he’d hastily put his clothing on, ready to race out and apologize. You physically restrained him from going however, because he literally still had a full boner that was obvious. After “taking care” of the problem, he’d redress, run out, and dramatically apologize to your parents, begging for forgiveness.


Like Baekhyun, Lay would be a bit busy, and wouldn’t realize that your parents had come in and almost fallen over each other to get out. When you told him what had happened, he was seriously confused. “Your parents were here? But we were having sex–oh,” the reality of the situation would hit him, and he’d sheepishly apologize for the incident when he saw them.


D.O would be…terrified, to say the least. As soon as he heard your mom gasp, he’d roll off you and onto the floor, hiding his naked body with a pillow. Once she left, he’d stand up, petrified. “Oh my gosh..Jagi..I’m dead,” he’d whisper, staring into the abyss. He’d eventually gather his courage and confront your parents about it, seriously apologizing and buying them a gift as well.


Suho would be about to get things started when your dad burst into the room, and then quickly left, slamming the door on his way out. Suho’s expression would change from lust to pure horror and disgust at what had just happened. Without saying anything, he’d slowly crawl off of you and get dressed, leaving with his head down. Later, he’d take your parents out to dinner and formally apologize.


Kai would be stunned as he heard your door open and close instantly. “Jagi…was that your..” when you nodded, he’d slowly get off of the bed and stare briefly at the wall, unsure of how to proceed. When he went downstairs to eat dinner with you and your family, he’d stare numbly at nothing, until he finally gathered the courage to make a short apology.


Preoccupied with thrusting into you, Sehun wouldn’t hear your parents peek into your room, and then immediately flee the scene.  Afterwards, as you were getting dressed, you told him what had happened. Instead of being shocked or disgusted, Sehun broke out into laughter, causing you to scold him. “I’m sorry, jagi,” he’d laugh. “How much do you think they saw?” He’d apologize to them, but wouldn’t feel much remorse.

Overdue Notice

pairing: Moana x Ariel (moariel)

words: 3k

summary: Moana really wants her book she has on call from the library, it’s been three weeks and it should have been returned by now, when she finally runs into the redhead on campus who’s checked it out it’s more of an experience than she bargained for to finally check it out

The lesbian Disney college AU no one asked for.


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So this is kind of a sad-turned-cute prompt but imagine Yaomomo getting stood up on a blind date and Todo to the rescue!

 Note: Thanks! Actually I had this in mind half a year ago but never wrote it. Happy reading! This one is longer than the others :p I also paid homage to the drama cd haha

In which Todoroki sees her again after a year

               Her friends made this sound a lot easier than it really was.

               Just two hours ago, Yaoyorozu was in her room with Ashido, Hagakure, and Jirou as clothes were being stuffed back into her drawers, and then taken out again. She stood like a mannequin for the three girls as bouts of laughter encompassed them. With jewellery dangling on her like a Christmas tree, she took notice of how much of a pig sty her room had become. Ashido, being the hopeless romantic, wanted to set her up with someone she met from middle school. Strong, tall, charming, responsible…was what Ashido described the mystery blind date as, and with no doubt, he was someone who valued someone else’s time.

               Then why is it that he still hasn’t shown up?

Yaoyorozu pondered quite considerably too, before agreeing to this, since she had someone whom she had high regards for but she was certain destiny has it that they weren’t meant to be. So why not give this ‘perfect’ guy a chance?

               “Are you still waiting for your friend?” The server came again to ask, professionally balancing 5 plates at once, and Yaoyorozu could count with her fingers the number of times she had checked up on her table for thus far. Exactly 4 times.

               “Yeah, he should be here soon,” Yaoyorozu gave a fake smile, so meek that even she couldn’t fool herself, “He is stuck in traffic, I think.” Her last words trailed off into a discreet utterance.

               “Alright then, call me when you’re ready to order,” the server gave her a quizzical look, suspicion written all over her expression, and walked away with a sway of her hips. Yaoyorozu rested her head on her palm, playing with the little packets of raw sugar on the side of the table with her other hand and sighed.


               “Okay so the newest superhero movie just came out, who’s down to go this weekend?!” Kirishima’s sharp, fang-like teeth glinted as he gave a large grin, “It’s gonna be the best movie of 2017, I swear!”

               “I’ll go,” Tokoyami laid his arm around Midoriya as Kaminari nodded in agreement, “And Midoriya, you better go too. Don’t tell me you’re hanging out with Uraraka again.”

               Midoriya mouth formed a thin line, “With our schedule, I haven’t been able to see her for two weeks Tokoyami-kun, so….”

               “No can do,” Tokoyami shook his head, his feathers ruffled as he did so, making them appear more dynamic than usual, “Todoroki, how about you?”

               The three guys turned to face Todoroki right when the gorgeous and curvy bartender delivered their beers. Kirishima cocked an eyebrow when something black caught his eye underneath Todoroki’s glass and he sloped his body forward to take a peak, and sure enough, it was the bartender’s scribbly handwriting forming her phone number and flirty words of sorts. Kirishima knew beforehand that the bartender had zero chance.

Looking back at Todoroki, he seemed very concentrated on something on the other side of the room, neglecting the gazes that he was receiving from his friends, and Kaminari smirked.

               “Todoroki, are you checking out some hot girl?” Kaminari stuck his head out and scanned the area shamelessly, and his brows began to furrow, “Which girl are you even looking at?”

               No response came and on the contrary, it seemed that Kaminari’s question cued Todoroki’s aimless gaze to fix on his drink. The bartender watched him solicitously as her number below his hand caught his attention, but he ignored it just as fast. The boy gulped down most of the beer, wiped his mouth with a quick motion and was prepared to leave his seat.

               “Ehh? Isn’t that Yaoyorozu?” Kirishima cried out in surprise, “Let’s go say hi! It’s been like a year since we saw her.”

               Kaminari’s face brightened up, “You were staring at Yaoyorozu? Man, Todoroki, you are so…”

               His stomach dropped when Todoroki’s death glare pierced him and he quickly shut his mouth.

              The red-haired boy was bursting with energy though and his chair wobbled as he pushed off his bar stool. However, Kirishima wasn’t reading the mood properly, both Tokoyami and Midoriya recognized, and Tokoyami’s outstretched arm halted him midway.

               Midoriya spoke without skipping a beat, “doesn’t it look like she’s waiting for someone? Impatiently too?”

               Tokoyami crossed his arms and closed his eyes, looking thoughtful, “It’s the abyss of love.”

               The others, with the exception of a nonchalant Todoroki, were taken aback by their friend’s unexpected, edgy comment. Good ol’ Tokoyami.

               “Looks like she got stood up though,” Kaminari swallowed, “It’d be embarrassing for her if we go over there now.”

               It’s the sophisticated yet mournful look on Yaoyorozu’s face that urged Todoroki to act. She’s mature enough to handle herself, he acknowledged that fact, but she didn’t deserve to be treated like this. Putting his unfinished glass down with a thud, he maneuvered past the other patrons and headed over to her, paying no heed to his friend’s remarks.


               The mix of footsteps was muffled to her by now and the music didn’t grow on her either. It won’t be long till her patience subsided completely. She was frustrated and disappointed, but most of all, she felt shamed. ‘Too naïve’, was what she always said to those around her, as if she had the right to criticize. But now it pertained to her. Oh, the irony.


               A whiff of spice overcame her senses and she poised, “You’re finally here!” Her voice broke in a happy tune.

The girl looked up and froze, meeting icy orbs plus white and red hair. She was stupid for not recognizing his familiar, bold voice.

Todoroki gestured in an attempt to ask if he was allowed to sit across from her and she nodded slightly. He should be glad for her to be meeting people, much less people of romantic interest, but as if thorns jabbed his chest, he wanted so bad to kick whoever this guy was all the way to Antarctica.

“Oh your friend is here!” The server couldn’t be more coincidental and eyed Todoroki up and down, a blush reaching her cheeks.  Yaoyorozu pressed her lips together.

“He’s actually not the…”

“Yeah, I’m late,” Todoroki cut in, flipping through the menu like a storm, “I’ll take the steak and she will have the same.”


“Oh and also two glasses of the 1990 Chateau Margaux.”

At that, both the server and Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened. The latter was sure the price for that particular wine was $450 per glass but was partly glad that he remembered her favourite choice of reds. After the server thanked them profusely and walked away, the two sat there in a silent discord. Both wanting to ask each other about their new lives, eyes meeting and fleeting away, yet hesitant to know of one another’s change.

She kicked his leg accidentally under their wooden table.

“Uh sorry,” she spoke first, igniting the conversation, “Todoroki, I’m just wondering…why are you here?”

“Why, am I not allowed to be here?”

This prompted her thoughts of the Ennichi Festival where a similar question was raised by him years ago.

“No, of course you are,” she peeked at him. Through candlelight, his jaw line appeared more defined and his hair was a little shorter than she recalled. Everything else about him was the same though; he was still making her heart race without even trying.

“So was someone supposed to be here?” he stared at her and her eyes darted away.

“Well,” she started to focus on the buttons on his sleeves, “Ashido’s acquaintance was supposed to be here.”  

“Like a date?” he asked, not intending to make her restless but the shiver of her hand proved the contrary.

“Like a date.” She managed to repeat, and her shoulders relaxed, “but he never showed up.”

“Maybe he came and saw you and walked away,” he added.

Todoroki’s desperate attempt at joking and making her laugh was abysmal. His statement was met with lamentable eyes and he knew that ruined the mood.

“I was kidding,” he quickly explained, scratching the back of his neck. Yaoyorozu looked hopeful for a second and giggled. Noticing the upward motion of his lips as well, a nostalgic feeling showered her. In the back of her mind, an unnerving question coerced her to speak and finally she gave in.

“Todoroki,” she spoke, anticipating, “so are you seeing anyone?”

“Yes,” he said and she felt a pang in her chest, but recovered when he continued, “I see Midoriya quite often.”

“Oh,” she was relieved, “I mean are you dating anyone.”

Todoroki thought for a while, “No. I don’t know how to attract the person that I like.”

Yaoyorozu gulped inaudibly. Within the past year, things have changed too much. They had grown up.

 “I think …girls are simple though. They like food, and flowers,” she responded with a gleeful tone.

“Mmm,” his voice trailed off, he turned around, looking as though he was searching for something, “how about steak and wine?”

“Yeah steak and wine works,” she bit her lip, crestfallen, “Whomever you like must be lucky.”

“No I think I’m luckier.”

She considered his every move after his last word, while toying with the piece of hair that framed her face. As the server came to place their food on the table, Todoroki stood up from his seat without warning. He didn’t stall to think about where to go and gave Yaoyorozu a quick glance.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, “You go ahead.” And she was left to wonder what he had in mind.

After a minute, Todoroki came back panting and when Yaoyorozu casted her eyes over to him from a half eaten piece of potato, she was ossified in her seat.

There he was, standing with one pink rose decorated with cellophane and chevron ribbons. He pushed it toward her, eyes commanding.

“Todoroki, what is—“

“Steak, wine and flowers,” he corrected himself, “I mean a flower. The florist across the street was closing so this is what was left.”

He cleared his throat, sensing his friends at the bar observing him, “I’ve wanted to do this since forever ago. But I was confused and I didn’t know what to do that was best and would impress you.”

The girl opened her mouth to speak, finally connecting the dots, but instead, she took a deep breath and accepted his flowers.

“You could impress me with just your presence, Todoroki.”

He was stunned by her answer and his expression softened. Within the warm glow of the candles, she erased the distracting silhouettes and sounds in her mind, tiptoed a bit, and kissed him.

She Is Brighter

Submission for MariChat May Day 10 - What If.  It’s a little early but whatever!


Whirling around, he focused in on the small, red and spotted creature blinking up at him over the lip of Marinette’s purse. Submission for MariChat May- What If. Takes place during the Evillustrator.


Plagg once told him that Chat Noir was walking destruction.

At the time Adrien was too fascinated by this new, unexpected escape from his father’s increasing restrictions to pay much attention.  The earth could crumble to dust with every step so long as he could move beyond this house of perpetual mourning. It wasn’t until he first felt the dark, pulsing energy of Cataclysm humming through his veins that he understood it just might.

He didn’t care.

Not when it meant he was running free across the rooftops of Paris like he was born to be wind. Not when every leap and tumble and fall would catch a flash of bright, bright red.

For the first time in years, he felt the aching thrill of not knowing.

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Avenge This

Steve Rogers/ Reader

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Words: 1,560

Summary: In a matter of minutes, the storefront you worked so hard on gets destroyed by those Avengers and their fights. If only you could believe that Captain America could truly make things right.

Prompt: I am feeling lazy to write a captain America idea will you write it so I can read it ? | “I accidentally destroyed your shop in a super villain battle and that was your livelihood and you’re so pissed and I’m so so sorry, here, let me make it up to you somehow.”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess

Requested by: @natalienicole12347

Author’s notes: Hire me @ marvel. this request is like a month old lmao bless up

This can’t be real.

No, no, no, you refuse to believe what your deceitful eyes are telling you.

You watch as the firefighters take out broken pieces from your clothing boutique after an attack in the city. Your parents even warned you about the potential threat of having this happen and here you are, immediately regretting not listening to your parents when you first moved out here.

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with the lights out (it’s less dangerous)

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader
Rating: E for smut
Words: 3368
Requested by: Anonymous

You didn’t know how he managed it but he was stalking you, like a predator, and you weren’t sure why. What did he want to do to you? Fuck you? Strangle you? Both? The uncertainty unsettled you and put you on the defensive, something that only seemed to amuse Jerome.

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34 for andreil?? (No rush of course 😊💖💖)

34. “The way you flirt is shameful.” (sorry this took two weeks ahhajkha)

“Can you hold this for me?”

Andrew stares contemptuously at Neil’s outstretched hand, annoyed but hardly surprised to find nothing in it. 

“Josten… that’s just your hand,” Andrew says, slowly as if to make it easier for Neil to understand.

“Astute observation.”

Andrew chooses to ignore the comment for Neil’s benefit.

“Are you asking me to hold your hand?” he says after a pregnant pause.

“And if I am?” Neil challenges, holding Andrew’s skeptical gaze. 

He never gets the chance to reply because, just then, Kevin bounds into their room, muttering about freshman shirking practice and Aaron’s lack of motivation. Andrew tries his best to ignore what just happened. 

The next day, it escalates. 

They’re on their way to the Court when Neil looks up from his phone, his attention snapping towards a recklessly driving Andrew. 

“Hey Andrew, are you words on a page?” Neil asks. 

“Why the fuc-” 

“Because you’re fine print.”

There’s approximately five seconds of silence out of pure shock before Nicky, in the backseat with Aaron, starts coughing violently in between fits of laughter. Aaron, for once, has nothing to say besides a resentful ‘let this car crash’ glare at no one in particular. 

“Jesus Christ, Neil, what the fuck!” Nicky chokes out, hand clutching his side as he gasps for air. Aaron continues to stare blankly into the abyss. 

But Neil is still watching Andrew for his reaction, none too surprised to find the absence of one. Andrew keeps his eyes on the road, not even sparing a glance at Neil to acknowledge him or his pick-up line. 

Yet, it continues. 

N: “Are you a magnet?”

A: “….”

N: “Because I’m attracted to you.”

Matt: “Neil, that only works for metal…”

N: “Are you google?”

A: “Neil.”

N: “Because you’re the answer to everything I need.”

Nicky: “Do you even know what google is?”

N: “…” [ nervous laughter ]

Until, two weeks after its began, Andrew breaks. 

Pressed against the locker room shower after yet another terrible (”Do you play exy?” “Sadly.” “Because you’re a keeper.”) pick-up line, Andrew finally gives up.

“Why. The. Fuck. Do. You. Keep. Saying. Those?”

“Saying what?” Neil replies with all the faux innocence of a man walking out of a brothel. 

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

Andrew huffs uncharacteristically, hands still gripping the front of Neil’s t-shirt. Neil looks down at Andrew’s hands before grinning devilishly up at the goalkeeper. 

“Hey Andrew-”

“Oh no.”

“-wanna know what my shirt is made out of?”

Andrew all but jogs out of the locker room, but still hears the echo of ‘boyfriend material’ follow him onto the court. 

This is all he’ll ever know of Gemma’s life before she came to Andromeda: the contents of a footlocker and the memories she and her brother share.

Jaal’s been building bridges since the Initiative arrived in Andromeda, but this one may be the most vital. 

(Jaal and Scott friendship, background Jaal/Gemma; spoilers for Elaaden and the Family Secrets questline.)


Jaal is ten steps ahead before he realizes that Gemma has stopped walking.

“— then Sahuna said ‘That’s not actually edible,’ and Lathoul — Gemma?” He finds her staring up at Operations, wearing an expression far more suited to facing down three fiends at once than walking through the Nexus. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah,” she says, though every inch of her body clearly says nothing is all right, and nothing will be all right ever again. “Just…not looking forward to Tann’s reaction to the whole Remnant drive core thing.”

Jaal squeezes her shoulders, and tries to offer a reassuring smile. He knows, too well, the particular kind of exhaustion Gemma carries out of these meetings — he’d carry some if he could, but Tann would eject him from the office the moment he walked in.

Politely, of course, because Tann is a politician above all else and the weight of his family name has reached the Nexus — but still ejected.

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relationship/crush hcs with roadhog

Crush hc road

-if he has a crush on you he would be the weirdest living thing in the universe, actually more like in excistance.

-when he’s anywhere near you he will typically just stand by you and be this like.. Protective statue in a way.

-“hey. Road. Whatchu doing?” “Uh.. Just standing here.” He always replies with his awkward staring into the abyss so he doesn’t look at you and get all flustered and red. 

-he will also ask if you need or want anything about every half hour. (He’s really trying not to make his crush noticeable I swear.)

-you end up having to tell him at some point you know about his little crush. After minutes of denial and acting dumb he finally stays quiet and put a shame face while looking at the ground.

-once you admit your feelings though the big guy is just wayyyyy too happy for anyone’s good. He quickly runs up to hug you and peck your for head. Believe it or not he’s actually a real softy.

-when its already official and you two are together expect a very loving and protective boyfriend of mister road.

-he will pretty much always ask if you need anything when he’s around or check up on you just because he wants to. (He’s random and weird so..)

-but if he gets too too clingy and you let him know he will give you some space to breathe. But still keeping a watchful eye on you.

-for real though he has a strange habit of getting very defense of people he loves or cares about. He is even like this with junkrat.

-anyways next point. Even though its so bad of him, he will steal things you either can’t buy or just simply look at. I swear he does this in the nicest way.

-he’s also a major cuddler so be aware of extreme cuddle sessions. Like seriously extreme. Especially in bed or while watching movies.

what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is gone

hey hey hey guess who watched the minecraft sky factory videos fifty times and ended up getting inspired. *points at self* mE, I DID… so yeah, this is a lovely little thing I cooked up because I have no self-control and honestly we need more jeremichael fics. I hope y’all enjoy and let me know what you think!

(also I'm gonna tag @holographdick because I know you like jeremichael and anon-ed you once saying I’d write you some jeremichael, so I’m paying back what I owe)

Pairing: Jeremichael
Warnings: Swearing & mentions of catatonic characters (they ain’t dead tho)

Jeremy doesn’t understand how Michael can sit so close to the ledge without being absolutely terrified.

The drop beneath them is huge, ridiculous, stupid; and yet, Michael’s ass is planted on the edge of the wooden platform, his legs dangling off into the abyss below him with little care for his own safety. Jeremy wants to pull him back, grab him by his collar and drag him back within the bounds of the wooden fence that Geoff built for them, but he knows Michael won’t appreciate that. He knows he’s just paranoid, he knows that this feeling will settle once Ryan figures out how to heal, fix, cure Jack and Geoff; but until then, Jeremy doesn’t want Michael anywhere near the edge.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Gavin scramble his way up one of their newly grown oaks. He grabs for the branches widely, carelessly with little to no planning of his path and Jeremy can’t help but grit his teeth. Ryan is busy with the sieve behind him- cursing every few moments under his breath- and Jeremy can guess that he’s trying to sift through their reserve of gravel for something useful. Neither of them seems to care about Michael, neither of them seem bothered enough to ask him to come back away from the edge- so that makes it Jeremy’s job.

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anonymous asked:

☕️ Undyne is an introvert. She goes to the cave behind the waterfall (the one with the tutu) when she wants to be alone, she doesn't want you to go into her room, and she's anxious that waterfall will get overcrowded when people start moving from the city(she says this when you call her in the room with all the puddles i believe) Papyrus also says that Undyne likes her privacy when you talk to him outside her house and she doesn't want to befriend you

Ohhh man, this is a really interesting take! I never actually thought of it, but damn, I kinda love it. Her being an introvert in a broader sense (rather than in the more commonly used asocial sense), recharging herself by being alone, is really interesting to me, and sort of fits with some of my headcanons for her. Sometimes, she seems a bit lonely and prone to silent brooding. The way that she hides away after you defeat her is a big example.

I think overall I would classify her, at least in my mind, as an ambivert. I think as much as she likes her alone time to restore her energy, she also draws her focus and strength from her friends and genuinely loves spending a lot of active, involved time with them. I think she tries to strike up a balance, and can’t really enjoy the silence without breaks to go noogie her skeleton friend or watch some anime with her favorite nerd. I see her as leaning one way for a while, quiet alone time or wacky friendship hijinks, then swinging in the other direction for another while. 

For some other extroverted traits, while I think she limits her social circle at times to those she really trusts, and she’s not concerned with being popular, she DOES really care about a lot of people and think about them often. She wants you to cherish the nice ghost that lives next door. She wants you to cherish the cute bird. She wants you to do well in your quest. She wants to protect Papyrus and his sweet personality. She sees a cute girl staring out into the abyss at the dump and you better believe she’s going to make the first move and strike up a conversation. Her favorite trait in other people is passion. When she’s looking at the end of the world, she doesn’t just worry about the people she’s closest to, she thinks of everyone. Everyone who needs her help, and everyone who needs to be saved. It doesn’t matter how close they are to her. It doesn’t even matter if she hates them (ex: humanity). Other people are being threatened and it doesn’t matter if she is dying or hurting. She needs to hold on, not for herself, but for them. 

So, yeah, I think she’s got a lot of extroverted traits (in more common-use sense) and a lot of introverted traits (in a broader sense), and I really like that about her. 

Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…



Chapter 9

‘Where are we?’

Despite speaking into Taehyung’s ear your whisper carries down the length of the corridor, the sound making you tuck yourself closer against his back as he shuffles you both down the narrow corridor, the lanterns hung on the walls at regular intervals providing comforting light after the man holding your hand had dragged you down a dank, dark stone staircase that lead under the castle.

‘This is a corridor only the royal family uses.’ He murmurs quietly back to you, his face set in a stoic expression as he proceeds to pull you down through the seemingly never ending twists and turns of the corridor, that is, until you turn a corner and the two of you are met by the sight of pitch blackness swallowing your path.

‘Tae-‘ you whisper, gripping his hand tighter and pressing yourself right into his back as you suddenly register the sound of echoing laughter ricocheting down the corridor, a slip of light, as big as a letterbox, signalling your destination up ahead.

And its that sight that has your realising you’d been in this place before.

Or rather…you’d dreamt about it before…but how could you?

‘We have to keep going, Y/N.’ he suddenly mutters to you, his hand in yours attempting to pull you forward making you choke out a fearful refusal.

‘Im not sure about this anymore, Taehyung. What if its dangerous?’ you question, digging your heels into the cobbles beneath your feet and pulling him back to face you— although it feels more like he does it of his own will—his eyes dark as he looks down at you, and his mouth fixed with his lips slightly turned down, the expression almost mournful.

‘Y/N. This is the most danger you’ve ever been in.’

You bulk at what he’d said, feeling your heart immediately kick into a gallop in your chest as goosebumps raise over your arms and race up your neck, the laughter echoing once more from the end of the black corridor.

‘Which is why you have to know.’ He continues, his hands coming up to cradle your face as a flash of something crosses his expression, and the way he forces you to hold his gaze has you gripping at his forearms as your knees shake.

‘You have to know, Y/N. And this is the only way for you to understand. …I need you to trust me.’ He murmurs, his low voice travelling through you despite your fear, and you feel it settle in your chest, working to calm you as his eyes flicker between yours, his thumbs rubbing soothingly over your cheeks, just as he leans closer to you…

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