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Chapter o2. The News

With morning, comes the parting.  Quietly, I follow Chanyeol down the halls, through the curves and turns of the military base to the send off area.  One by one, his comrades board the helicopters.  My brain alerts me to act brave but my worried heart continues to cling onto Chanyeol’s hand.  For once, he lets go of me first.  I gasp and automatically reach out to reclaim his hand.  My attachment is so foreign to the both of us.  He’s seen my brave send offs with YiXing.  

“I’ll wait for you,” I repeat the words from last night.  

“Park Chanyeol!  What are you waiting for?!” one of his superior calls for his attention.

Chanyeol turns back to me with a deep and longing expression.  I reply to it with a brave nod and mouth, “Stay safe.”  Squeezing my hands, Chanyeol leans in and presses his lips on the center of his forehead.

“I’ll try my best,” he whispers back.  “I love you,” he blows into my ear before letting go and immediately dashing over to his platoon’s helicopter.


That night, just like the nights after sending YiXing off, I couldn’t catch any sleep.  It’s just this time, the sleepless nights lasted another five nights.  It made me realize that often, I was soothed by the notion that Chanyeol would protect YiXing, vis versa.

With a sigh, I get up and instead try to distract myself with work and tidying up the place.  Inevitably, I come across the row of picture frames, featuring YiXing and me. 

“He’s gone,” Chanyeol’s voice replays in my head.

For the first time, I gaze into the photo with fondness, instead of agony.  Blinking back tears, I whisper, “YiXing, thank you for coming into my life, for loving me and teaching me courage and kindness.  I will always love you.”  With one last kiss, I place the frames into a keepsake box and shelf them in a safe corner of my wardrobe.  

That same day, I put in the request to finalize YiXing’s declaration of death in absentia.


A month passes by.  Everything is bearable, except for the random moments of panic attacks where I want more than anything to hear of Chanyeol’s safety.  But I remind myself, no new equals good news.  And just like that, another month passes by…this one, not as normal as the one before…

“Chanyeol?!” I pick up a call as soon as I recognize the military service number.

“Hey,” his recognizable deep voice sends a wave of relief down my spine, “Are you taking care of yourself?”

“Yes,” I breath into the phone, unable to calm myself down that we finally got to communicate after so long.  “What about you?  Are you okay?”

“Mmhm.  I’m fine.  The signal here is just not so good.”  Static noise from his side only proves his point.

“That’s okay.  Knowing you’re safe is enough,” I earnestly reply.

I can hear Chanyeol softly chuckle.  It makes my tummy flip and flop.


For the next two months, Chanyeol and I managed to get in another three calls.  

“What are you doing now?” my lover asks while nibbling on his army pastries.

“Hmm…not sure that you really want to know,” I tease.

“Are you cooking?”

“Yes,” I laugh, “Your favorite too.  Samgyeopsal.”

He exaggerates a prolonged groan that makes me hold my stomach in laughter.  

“When you come back home, I’ll make them for you,” I suggest.  Immediately, my cheeks flush and heart flutters with butterflies.  After all, I had never cooked for Chanyeol with the identity of his lover.

“Argh. I can smell it from here,” the foolish man jokes.

“That must be some super—“ I start but a rush of acid sends me barreling to the bathroom.  

I could hear Chanyeol’s worried calls for my name.

When I return two minutes later, the line had already been disconnected.


“Are you okay?” Chanyeol whispers into the phone.

“Yeah,” I reassure.  “Are you sneaking in this call?”

“Yeah, I was worried,” my lover honestly replied.

“We’re fine, don’t worry.“

“You, Little Piggy, probably inhaled all that samgyeopsal in one go,” Chanyeol chuckles.

“What? I don’t know what you are saying!” I laugh and deny.

“You ate your own kind!” he continues.  His laughter echoes into my ear.  My heart feels so full.

“Shh, don’t talk that loud or you’ll get in trouble—”

“Park Chanyeol, what are you doing?!” his superior’s scolding could be heard from the other end.  


“Did you get into a lot of trouble last time?” I pout when he calls eight days later.


“That sounds like a ‘yes’,” I counter.

“Just had to run a few extra miles,” he downplays and then jokes, “I have thunder calves now.“  

“Chanyeol-ah…” I break his humor with my more mellow tone.


“I miss you,” I confess and instantly regret as emotions are a human’s pandora box.  

“Same,” Chanyeol admits and susurrates under his breath, “Probably more than you miss me.”

I prepare myself to counter but have to press a hand against the phone’s speaker to block out my sniffling from Chanyeol.  Still, he hears and his heart both aches and mends at the same time.  

“Are you okay?” he questions.


“Lately, you’ve been sounding a bit off,” Chanyeol remarks, “At first, I just thought it was connection problems…”

“How so?” 

“Erm…you just sound exhausted and nasally?  Your breathing is kind of heavy,” he observes, “Are you taking care of yourself?”

My stroking of my stomach halts.  I stare at my reflection on the mirror.

“Hello?  Hello?  Did the call disconnect?” 

“I’m here,” I quickly answer.  Chanyeol sighs in relief.  “Hmm…Chanyeol…”


“When are you coming home…?”  It’s the question families of service men are taught not to ask but for some reason, with Chanyeol, I suddenly become so vulnerable.  “…I have something I need to tell you…”  

“Soon…it depends on our mission tonight,” a half-shake of his voice betrays his anxiousness.

He finishes the call with a, “I love you,” as I try my hardest to suppress my excitement as to not burden him with my expectations.


Two days later I receive a call from the military base that started with, “Good News.” Those two foreign words sent a shiver down my spine as I had been accustomed to hearing the words, “No News.”  

“What is it?” I ask in apprehension.

“He’s back,” the voice on the other end informs with pride.

With a gasp, I press the phone close against my cheeks and inquire, “Really?!”

“Yes.  He will arrive at the base in two hours.  Please clear your schedule to welcome him home with us,” the soldier suggests to which I eagerly agree.

The vibrations of the phone continue to tickle my fingertips even after the line goes dead and I place it back onto the kitchen counter.  A fluttering feeling overtakes my heart and I think I am going through young puppy love again.

“Appa is back,” I pat my slightly swollen abdomen and deliver the good news. “The mission must have been a success.“

Unable to calm my gleeful heart, I pace over to my closet and choose my favorite cable knit sweater and jeans to welcome my lover back home and return his good news, with one of my own.  My palms mold around my stomach forming a heart-shape.  


It’s a cool pre-winter night.  Chilly winds and Heaven’s tears sweep the icy pavements but my heart is warmed to the thought of Chanyeol’s wide goofy grin, his impeding foolish state of shock at my news, and his cozy hug.  This would mark the end to sleepless, worried, and fearful nights.

The guards greet me with smiles of recognition.  “It’s finally here.  The day you’ve waited for, for so long,” one congratulations and I nod in euphoria.  

“Yes, he told me two days ago, he may be back soon.  I didn’t know it would really happen!” I cheer.

Brows raise. “He told you he would be back, two days ago?” 

Oblivious, I joyously nod.  Situating myself in the waiting area, I rock my heels back and forth in anticipation.  The savory scent of the packed samgyeopsal drifts into my nostrils.  I hug it close against my chest, hoping it’d keep the food warm before my lover’s arrival.  

Slowly, the sound of a helicopter’s chopper resonates into my ears.  A gust of wind stages the grand landing.  I inhale a deep breath of air and press the soles of my shoes against the floor to stop myself from running forward and ruining the order.  One by one, soldier exit, accept recognition from their superiors, and reunite with loved ones.  I rub my arms to induce more heat into my body and slowly regret not wearing a coat.  But the thought of Chanyeol’s presence is enough to motivate me to endure.  Tiptoeing, I gaze into the crowd, trying hard to pick up the silhouette of a certain tall and handsome man.  

“There he is!” a soldier alerts me and points to the direction of an advancing shadow.

Instantly, like a switch, my spirits liven; my expressions grow animated.  “Chan-“ I start but my voice cuts off in my throat.  The heels of my shoes fall back against the pavement as cold blood runs down my face.  Deep dimples stare back me.  Its owner throws his strong arms over my shoulders and presses my shivering body against his warm one.  My name repeats over and over from his lips as my watery pupils cluelessly dart from left to right in attempts to process the information.  

“Yi…Xing…” I mouth against the fabric of his uniform.

A/N: Irony~~  YiXing is back…

…but where is Chanyeol…?  Stay tuned ;)  Happy Thursday, Everyone! 

>>Story Master Archive<<

I met the coolest woman the other day. This is Melissa. A woman who took over 50 years to be true to herself. I happen to crave a mimosa the other day and I happen to live right near a bar so I walked on in. Sat by myself, so did she. People were giving odd looks. She matched head to toe. Pink earrings, nails, shoes, dress, the whole nine yards. I complimented her dress and you wouldn’t believe the conversations we had after. About the gay bars in my city, political views, my past, her past, family, what made us, us. She waited until her fifties to come out as a woman. She was in the military, had a wife, kids, the macho man. She explained how over compensation was a huge thing in her life. She explain how she had lost a lot. A wife, her father, three of her kids wouldn’t talk to her. I explained how people’s initial reaction isn’t always their true feelings so give it time. She explained to me that it all just felt right. She has known for years. Her life came to a point where it was “come out or end it”. It truly saddened me. Someone who was a stranger to me but was so kind. Honestly we both just kept saying how happy we were to run into each other’s lives. I want you to all know sometimes kindness is all it takes. This woman felt out of place she said for years and me saying I liked her dress made her realize that she was more herself now than she had ever been. Please be supportive.

anonymous asked:

So I have a character who learned how to use a longbow when she was a child to hunt. My question is two-tiered: one, in what ways would that impact her physical development; and two, would this help her if she needed to use a bow against people?

Strong shoulders, strong arms.

In all honesty, the bow is a weapon you build to as a hunter. The first weapon she’d have learned was the sling. More useful for small game, and you can be deadly accurate with it. The David versus Goliath story in the Bible isn’t actually a joke or overblown. A child taking down a grown adult with a rock and a sling is entirely plausible if said adult isn’t wearing a helmet. The sling is the weapon of children everywhere, shepherds and hunters. In many parts of the world, they still use it. It’s also better for small game. Katniss would’ve done better braining the squirrels with a sling rather than a bow, like children do.

As a child, she’d be trained on a child’s training bow and work her way up the different types of bows practicing on a single target. The longbow is a weapon that requires a fairly hefty amount of upper body strength to wield, and she’d have to work and train up into her early teens before she was allowed to use it for hunting. The amount of strength you can draw dictates how far the arrow flies and how deep it penetrates. Depth of penetration is important, as is how far the arrow flies. Both define how close you need to be to your target in order to be successful. Herbivores don’t stand around waiting for a predator to kill them, and carnivores might just decide turnabout is fair play.

So, most of her childhood was spent on dummy duty with her bow as she learned to clean and care for it. Learning to stand, and that’s a whole series of lessons. Learning how to string the bow, learning how to hold it, learning to draw before she was ever allowed to shoot.

What whoever was training her would set her on before that is the other skills, and she’d act as a gopher for them the way all apprentices do. Following behind the older hunter, carrying their equipment, watching them and acting under their direction. You can’t hunt if you can’t find game, and you can’t eat it if you can’t clean it.

Hunting comes with a necessary subset of skills which allow the hunter to work. They don’t just go out into the woods and kill shit then come back. It requires patience. It involves waiting in one place for an animal to come by, sometimes for days. Traps, tracking, reading sign, learning to move through the underbrush without disturbing it, hiding your scent, etc.

Your hunter will catch more food that they eat on the regular with snare traps set for rabbits and other small game than they will with the bigger game like deer. Bigger game takes more investment, more energy, and a lot more luck. There’s also a higher chance of injury.

There are plenty of herbivores that won’t go down quiet, deer included. If your hunter hits wrong and they sense/smell them, there’s always the chance they won’t run and will come right in after the hunter. Animals have “fight or flight” too, and a doe can gore you just as well with her hooves as a buck can with his antlers. Any poor soul chased up a tree by a moose or just gut checked by a horse can tell you, herbivores are assholes. On an unlucky day, they’ll kill you just as well as a carnivore and that’s if you can find them at all.

The chances of managing a “one hit kill” with an animal like a deer are low and, even if you land a killing blow, they’re not just going to fall over dead. You’ve got to be able to follow it, recover the body, and kill it as it lies there bleeding out on the ground if necessary. You’ve also got to have some way to carry it back. Then, there’s the risk you run with whether the herd animals will return to the same place or move somewhere else if too many of their number die. If they do, and they’re your primary source of food, then you’ve got to move with them. Nevermind that there are quite a few animals a bow is simply no good for, like bears and boars. Where you need other tools like dogs and spears.

Hunting is a complicated business, and it doesn’t come with any guarantees.

Now, those skills do translate over well on a certain level to dealing with humans. Though, it’s not the weapon skills so much as the other less flashy ones. Many scouts in medieval armies, for example, were hunters of one sort or another. As were the foragers tasked with feeding them. The ability to tell how many people passed, where they passed, and what they brought with them from the tracks left on the roads or in the hills was a valuable ability. The ability to move through the woods without being seen, to hide your passing, to tell who is breaking trail, and to find their camps was also helpful.

The Ranger class in DnD is built on the hunter. You want a character who has more in common with Aragorn than Katniss. Aragorn uses a bow, but it’s not his only weapon.

The reason for this is that the bow isn’t a great weapon for close quarters. More importantly, it takes time to prepare. You don’t travel with it strung, as that wears out the string. If the string is no longer taut when strung then you can’t fire the bow. You don’t travel with the wood left to the elements. It needs to be wrapped, and packed away. Constantly be oiled to maintain its elasticity/limberness so it can be drawn. A dried bow is a bow you can’t pull, no matter how strong you are. You also can’t get it wet. It’s a weapon which takes a lot of prep in order to be used, a lot of care, a lot of maintenance, more than average, and a lot of hard work.

When you’re in, say, a military or part of a raiding force that knows its attacking then that’s great. Or someone who is on watch for certain periods during the day and will be relieved by another, that also works. Or when you’re sitting alone in the woods waiting for an animal to come by. However, the necessary prep time a bow requires is a lot less helpful when you’re taken by surprise.

By the time you’ve taken it out, unwrapped it, strung it, you’re dead. The enemy was also probably too close for the bow to really be of help anyway. Its a weapon which requires distance. Awesome when you’re pegging people from the ramparts, halfway up a tree, or fifty to a hundred feet off. Less so when they’re standing over you, axe in hand. The traditional role of archers in a military structure is artillery, and not that different from how we use the modern one. Their purpose is bombardment, they soften up the enemy so the vanguard can break their lines and kill them.

There is one kind of single combat the bow is useful for: stalking.

The bow is a silent weapon, and when used in a hunter-stalker mode, can be terrifyingly effective. It’s a stealth weapon, meant for ghosting in and ghosting out as you pick your enemies off. However, this kind of combat requires a proactive mindset and a willingness to get your hands dirty.

It’s also vindictive and, from the perspective of most modern morals, it’s cruel.

Humans are no more lucky than animals when it comes to hunting. The bow is the slow death. No character, no matter their skill level, is going to be guaranteed clean kills. However, what they do get is debilitating blows. An arrow through an arm, a leg, or better a lung, is going to take enemies out of the fight and if they’re not dead yet then potentially another one with them. Harassment is the order of the day. The slow path of carving off opponents, damaging them so they can’t fight back, following as they try to run, before moving in for the kill.

It’s a predatory style of combat, it is (really) just hunting. Hunting humans instead of animals. The terrifying form of combat that haunts so many horror movies. It’s psychological warfare.

However, it’s the kind of combat that takes time, patience, and a strong stomach. It’s up to you to decide if that’s the kind of combat you envisioned for this character to participate in. Or the kind of story you want to tell.

People embrace the Predator and Lara Croft from Tomb Raider (2013), and countless others that have this particular combat style.

It might, however, behoove you to consider coming up with other weapons this character has familiarity with. From knives, to traps, to fishing lines, to other more improvised weapons built on the fly. This character has a range of options within their skillset, and there’s no need to stick to just one.

Also we have a bow tag, and an archery tag for past discussion on this subject.


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Imagine Steve Finding Out That You, His Comrade Is Actually A Woman.

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“You’re a woman?!” Steve cried shocked.

You shot him a guilty look not knowing what to say. ‘Sorry I lied to you?” That would most definitely be a lie. You weren’t sorry at all, posing as a man gave you opportunities with the military that woman could only dream of. Instead being a nurse or someone’s secretary, you were a spy-and damn good one seeing how no one ever questioned your gender. It was one thanks to the weird magic rope tied around you that the truth final came out.

You were only thankful that he waited until after the interrogation to freak out. “Umm…yes?”

“A woman….” Steve repeated, obviously coming to terms with it. “Well, that explains a lot-but still how could I have not known? I’m a spy damn it-I mean I always thought you were too pretty for a man, but seriously how did I not know.”

“Because I’m the better spy.” You teased. “Now what was this about me being pretty?”

forlorn-kumquat  asked:

Tony/Rhodey - soulmate wingfic!

When they first meet–Tony stumbling into the dorm room alone and slightly fuzzy, not drunk but definitely tipsy, four hours after Rhodey’s parents have kissed and hugged him goodbye–Tony’s too young for his primary feathers to grow in with their final color.

Rhodey’s just finished growing in over the summer, a clean, deep metallic silver at the very tips of his wings. The rest of his wings are a deep, even brown, creating a sharp contrast.

Tony’s are a russet color, and folded so tightly against his back that Rhodey thinks is must hurt. It’s a month before Tony starts relaxing them around him.

Tony’s wings are small. It’s totally normal, Tony is small, and he’s still got ample growing to do. His primaries aren’t even fully in yet. But Tony takes a lot of flak for it, and tries to prevent others from seeing his wings.

He leaves them relaxed around the dorm room, though.

By the end of their senior year, Tony’s adult primaries still haven’t come in. Now they’re a little late, but it’s not unheard of and all sorts of things can delay wing growth. Stress, for example, although Rhodey would never mention it aloud.

Rhodey leaves, joining the Air Force, and Tony heads back to New York, at least at first. Obadiah wants to start showing him the ropes, because the company is going to be Tony’s soon enough. But Rhodey hears stories. Tony’s getting patent after patent, enough to make the military salivate, but he’s also on every tabloid across the globe.

On his first leave, his mother picks him up at the airport. He’s a little disappointed, not to see Tony, who said he’d be there. Something must have come up. Or he forgot.

He is a little surprised to see Tony waiting on his mother’s front porch, although he shouldn’t be. His mother pats his thigh. “I’ll go ‘round back,” she says. “Leave you two to catch up.”

He doesn’t understand why she’s leaving until he catches sight of Tony’s wings, flaring out a bit, probably subconsciously.

Tipped with silver.


Tony looks behind himself and grimaces. “Yeah. So. It looks like. Well. Only one way to know for sure.”

Rhodey stretches out his own wings, seeing the feathers alongside Tony’s. “That’s a match.”

Tony swallows. Rhodey’s close enough to watch his throat bob. “I…christ,” he says. “I didn’t think they’d ever come in, truth be told.”

“Impatient as ever,” Rhodey teases.

“I didn’t want them to come in,” Tony confesses. “Because I didn’t think…the odds of this…I didn’t want them to be some other color.”

Rhodey stares at Tony, watching the way his eye twitches when he runs out of determination to hold the stare. “God, I wanna kiss you,” he blurts.

Tony smiles, finally looking back. “Yeah?”

Without much thought, Rhodey’s wing caresses alongside Tony’s. Not something he’d do to just anyone. Not something Tony would let just anyone do. “Yeah.”

(I’m leaving this verse here but picture, if you will, Tony’s wings getting damaged in the bombing, or perhaps the ten rings clipping his primaries to try to destroy his mobility, and Rhodey finding him in the desert, matching primaries gone).

anonymous asked:

Reaction to one of the members falling in love with you but he has to go to military soon, something like would they confess or get over it?

yaah….this made my heart melt a little. thanks for requesting this. i think i’ll cry five times. i’ve tried my best to keep my facts accurate. be free to correct me if i’m wrong.


He took you to that carnival with the sole purpose of telling you the truth. You were oblivious to his inner turmoil as he watched you gleefully win another stuffed bear and gloat over it. His heart told him to confess, to finally tell you what he’d been worrying over for weeks now. His mind told him that it wasn’t fair, especially when it was this late. Jin was leaving for the military the next day. He wouldn’t see you again for two years. 

It was all he could think about as he drove you back, even as you chattered, unaware. It was all you could think about as he walked you to your door, even as you fell quiet. There was something hesitant between the two of you, but you dismissed it as your blues over having to let Jin go.

Jin, hands deep in his pockets, heaved a sigh and wistfully smiled at you. “So this is goodbye, then.” 

You frown and tuck the stuffed bear under your elbow. “What do you mean? I’ll be seeing you off tomorrow, won’t I?”

For a moment, he is silent. He’s remembering your laughter and care-freeness from before and wondering whether telling you that he was hopelessly in love with you just before he left to serve would cost you that happiness.

It was considered ridiculous to believe in fate, but Jin did not care what others thought of him. In that moment, he believed that if it was fated that he should end up with you, two years won’t matter. In a split second, he has decided. He would not tell you. Not now, just before he left.

“I’ll be leaving early, too early.” Jin smiled and ruffled your hair pulling you into a hug. “Be safe… and don’t forget me. I’ll be back before you know it.”  As he took in your features once more, he decided to be selfish just this once, and kissed your forehead. 

You would remember the feel of his lips on your forehead, even after he’d left, even as you tried dating others and consecutively broke up with them, even as you waited at the station the day he came back, and welcomed him home, only this time, with a kiss on his lips.

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Slightly confused, you watch as Yoongi said his goodbyes to his friends. You couldn’t help but not notice how skittish he had been acting around you lately. It seemed like he would take any chance to keep distance between you and him. And this was not how you wanted to remember the last few moments the two of you could spend together before he left.

A breath hitched in your throat. Maybe I should leave. An apparently angry Suga was not what you wanted to remember for the two years he would be away. 

You stepped forward to where Yoongi stood, deep in conversation. You curled a hand around his elbow, not sure whether you should get his attention or not. “Yoongi, I’m leaving.“ It’s of no use. Your goodbye is lost in the general din of the train station. You purse your lips and step back, pushing through the crowd towards the entrance. 

“______.“ A hand grabbed at your arm. “______. Stop.“ Yoongi’s hand slid down to yours and tugged you over to face him. “Where are you going?“

You shake your head. “Home? I don’t know, somewhere not here, I guess.“

“Don’t go.” Yoongi sighed and raised his hands to your face. “I’ve been an ass.“

Hearing him admit it unlocked something inside it. “Yeah, you have. If you didn’t want me here, you should have told me. You know what? I’ve– ” Yoongi sighs, and with a contrite look, pulls you into a hug, effectively cutting off your tirade. 

“I’m sorry. I just–“ His heart thudded as he realised what he was going to do, even though he’d promised himself he wouldn’t unload all this on you. “I was trying to forget you. To convince myself I could spend two years without you. I guess I tried too hard. Forgive me?“

You pause for a moment as his words wash over you. Then you hug him tighter, hoping to hide your flushed face from him. “Yes.” Then you kick his shin. “But you’re still an idiot.”

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“Yah, _____- I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared.“ You hugged him a little tighter, his uniform new and unfamiliar against your skin. “What you’re doing is a brave thing, Hobi.“

He breathed out, his shoulders sagging under your arms. “You always know what to say. I wish I could pack you in a suitcase and take you there.”

You smile. The two of you are an island in a sea of goodbyes and flurry.  “I’m sure the military doesn’t allow that, but Hobi- I’ll always be here, waiting for the day you come back. Even if it means two whole years.“

For a moment, he’s silent. When he speaks again, his voice is thick with emotion. “Do you really mean that?” He steps back, still holding you, and searches your face. “Are you gonna wait out two years for me?” He blushes at his own words and shook his head, letting his hands drop from your shoulders. “I’m sorry, you mustn’t have meant it that way– just wishful thinking on my part.”

You frown as you watch him fiddle with his bags, realization slowly washing over you. 

You clumsily reach out for him, holding his face still between your hands. Your thumbs slowly trace the corners of his lips. “Who says the wishful thinking is just on your part?“

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Namjoon won’t tell you.

The day before he leaves, he’s up all night, one hand on his phone, debating for and against calling you and confessing what he himself had realised only a few weeks ago.

It had happened out of the blue, really. Some part of him had always known he was falling in love with you ever since he’d met you, but reality had come crashing in when he laid eyes on you after his military service was confirmed. He was hopelessly in love with you.

He prodded at his phone, making it display the picture he had been staring at for the past few hours. It’s you and him on your birthday, you happily exclaiming as he surprised you with chocolate cake, your favourite kind. 

His gaze lingers on your face, captured in time, eyes crinkled into happy crescents. Do I want to change that? Is confessing my love worth the loneliness she’ll have to go through after I leave?

No. He can’t do that to you. Namjoon laid his phone down and turned over, promising to yourself that if there was any chance of him asking you out, it had to be after he came back, after he could make sure that he could always be there for you. 

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You smile as Jimin joins you on the roof, muttering about crying aunts and drunk uncles. 

“If I didn’t know any better, you look like you’re having a great time.“

“So says the man avoiding his own sending-away party.“

Jimin laughed at your quick retort and joined you in leaning against the railings. “I’m gonna miss you, ______. In fact, you should join the military. You could be a one-man army.”

“As long as you’re there, Jimin, I don’t think the military needs anyone else. Maybe I’ll join after you serve.“

Jimin looks up at you in horror. “Please tell me you’re not serious. Please tell me I won’t have to wait longer than two years. I want to get married before I turn forty!”

You laugh, the words not hitting you yet. “Why would-” Then you turn red as you grasp the meaning of his words. 

Jimin groans as he drops his head into his hands in embarrassment. “I wasn’t supposed to say that. I was going to tell you after I came back.”

You consciously tug on a lock of your hair. “Tell me what?”

Jimin peered at you through his fingers. “Seriously?” He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, then turned and took your hands in his. “______. I’ve fallen madly in love with you. I planned not to tell you, but apparently I can’t keep my mouth shut.” 

You blink at him. Then you hit him upside the head. “And you tell me now! Jimin!”

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“The cab’s here! Tae, it’s time to start moving if you want to catch the train on time!”

You prepare to follow the many well-wishers out into the lawn, but a hand grabs your elbow and pulls you into a quiet corridor, away from all the noise and hubbub concerning his departure.

Tae?“ You bite your lip when you recognize your abductor. Your heart pounds as you realise this would be the closest you would ever be to him in two years. “What’s wrong?“

Tae doesn’t respond, but just looks at the wall behind you, tongue caught between his lips. His hands tremble on your shoulders. You feel like shaking yourself.

You wonder if he was nervous, if he was scared. He’d put on an easy face since he announced he was joining the military a few months ago, but you often wondered if behind the joviality lay some disquiet.

Heart still pounding, you move your hand to his bony wrist. “Tae, do you want to tell me something?”

His eyes flicked back to yours, dark and restless. “No.” He moved his hands to cup your face, and kissed you.

The kiss held promise: promise that he would think of you everyday, promise that he would call every week and finally, promise that he would come back safe. It was everything he had to say said in a simple kiss and gentle hands. And by kissing him back, you took him up on his promises and promised something yourself: that you would wait.

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When you open the door, you try to hide how glad you are with your surprise.

You rest your temple against the door, and smile at Jungkook. “What, no flowers?”

He pushed his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders. “Seriously? I’m leaving tomorrow and that’s all you can think about?”

You stepped out into the cool night air, the cement the steps leading up to the apartment rough against your bare feet.“Flowers are all that can distract me from my immense grief. Besides, I thought you were cheesy that way.”

Jungkook sighed and sat down on the tiny steps, beckoning you to join him. “I’m cheesy anyway, but-” He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes as you sit down. “But I couldn’t think of anything else tonight. I needed to see you.” 

“See me?” You look down at your fingers, and worry at a hangnail. A bad habit you’ve grown over the years. Jungkook clicks his tongue and reaches out to place his hands over yours. 

“Yah, _____. Haven’t I told you not to-“ He’s too close. All of a sudden, you are plagued with the sadness, as if his proximity reminded you how far away he would be this time tomorrow night. And like he could read your thoughts, he stopped fussing over your hands and looked up, your noses only inches away from each other’s.

On cue, he blushes. “What’s wrong? You’re all red.“ 

In any other situation, you would have retorted with a comment about how red he was, but not tonight. “I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.“ It’s out of your mouth before you know it, but it’s the truth, a truth you know is hopeless. Jungkook looks at you wide-eyed. You wonder if you’ve managed to freak him out and look away, cursing your inability to keep your mouth shut.”I’m being ridiculous.” You brushed your clothes off and prepared to stand up. “You have to leave tomorrow. What you’re doing is brave and honorable.”

Jungkook’s hands tightened over yours, stopping you from making a move. Once again, faces close together, he blushed. “I’m not very brave if I took this long to tell you I love you.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

yeesh…not my best work. but it’s too late, and i’m drained. sorry guys. 

Super Junior’s Eunhyuk Tears Up As He Is Discharged From Military

July 11, 2017

Super Junior’s Eunhyuk has finally been discharged from the military!

On July 12, Eunhyuk completed his military service. About 500 fans from Korea and also abroad waited for him to be released to congratulate him. His bandmates Leeteuk, Yesung, Shindong, and Donghae also showed their loyalty by coming out to welcome him back.

Eunhyuk began, “It’s definitely a bit bittersweet. I’m nervous because it’s my first time in front of a camera in so long.”

He said to his fans, “I’m being discharged with a happy heart. Thank you so much for waiting for me in good health for the past two years. I’m sorry for making your hearts ache.” He also emphasized that the letters and gifts he got from fans while he was in the army was of great strength. He also teared up, at which fans chanted, “Don’t cry!”

He also spoke about Super Junior’s stage at the recent SMTOWN Concert. Only four members (Leeteuk, Yesung, Shindong, Kim Heechul) could stand on stage. About this, Eunhyuk said, “We debut as the largest number of members and went on stage with the fewest. That made me choke up a bit. However, it is inevitable as the members are diligently serving in the military. Because of that, I’m very grateful towards the older members. Since we will be coming back as seven members, we hope to show you a full stage.”

Lastly, Eunhyuk promised that he will be buying chicken soup for the members who came out to greet him.

Currently, his bandmates Choi Siwon, Donghae, Ryeowook, and Kyuhyun are still serving in the military. Eunhyuk said, “I hope the rest of the members come back healthy.”

Meanwhile, Eunhyuk will be meeting with his fans on July 23 with a fan meet titled “Hello Again.” He will be conducting the fan meet with Donghae, who is to be discharged two days later.

Super Junior will be making its comeback in October with seven members.


Donald Pierce / Logan Imagine

Words: 3, 892

Warnings: Experimentation, kidnapping.

Tags: @your-brieflycrazydonut


You were sitting at the kitchen table, slowly sipping at a bowl of soup, watching as Caliban ironed the pile of clothes that lay stacked on the couch. He glanced up at you.
“What’s on your mind?”
Putting your spoon down, you sighed heavily. “Just a headache… Again…”
“Grab the Ibuprofen. Drawer to your right.”
Twisting in your seat, you reached over, and popped two pills into your mouth. Leaning over, you drowned them with a sip of water.
You heard Charles suddenly blurt out mixed words from the empty tank Logan kept he in. Agonized memories attempting to resurface through his gibberish. You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you tried not to think about him. What he used to be, what he was now… The Westchester incident…
Caliban then the iron down, and looked over his shoulder. You straightened your back, pursing your lips slightly, watching him as he looked out the window. “Caliban?”
“Logan’s back-Something’s wrong-” His voice trailed off, and you barely heard the last couple of words.
“Wasn’t he supposed be gone for a few days?” That’s what you had heard, anyway. 

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Meet Me At the Carnival [Part 1] // BTS’ V

What do you do when the person you’re looking for is already gone?

Angst, Carnival AU.
Word Count: 5k.

Part 1 // Part 2 [Final]

I’m looking for somebody. Can you help me find him?

The carnival breathes, it spins, it sparks flames like a firecracker; it is alive. You try to stand firm on the ground, but it’s hard when bodies are sweeping past you like a crescendo wave crashing at all the wrong times. They veer off in every which way to breathe in the magic of the circus: dancing bears, elephants wearing funny little hats, tattooed men juggling five, six, ten flashing knives at once. A clown spinning dishes on a knobby stick. Children grabbing greedily at powdered funnel cakes, fairy floss. Everywhere you turn there is something to see, and there is something for everyone who enters this strange, fantastical land.

Please, he’s very important to me.

Having been deemed unsafe and improper by the orphanage, it introduces itself as a peculiar space from the get-go. Since childhood you’ve gathered and become one with tales of the carnival, yet standing in the very place of those stories now, you find yourself taken aback. The activity is simply overwhelming. Attraction-seekers surround you from all the unpleasant angles, pushing you backwards, forwards, this way and that, like seaweed struggling against the surge of ocean water.

“Move, you’re in our way!”

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Super Junior’s Eunhyuk Tears Up As He Is Discharged From Military

Super Junior’s Eunhyuk has finally been discharged from the military!

On July 12, Eunhyuk completed his military service. About 500 fans from Korea and also abroad waited for him to be released to congratulate him. His bandmates Leeteuk, Yesung, Shindong, and Donghae also showed their loyalty by coming out to welcome him back.

Eunhyuk began, “It’s definitely a bit bittersweet. I’m nervous because it’s my first time in front of a camera in so long.”

He said to his fans, “I’m being discharged with a happy heart. Thank you so much for waiting for me in good health for the past two years. I’m sorry for making your hearts ache.” He also emphasized that the letters and gifts he got from fans while he was in the army was of great strength. He also teared up, at which fans chanted, “Don’t cry!”

He also spoke about Super Junior’s stage at the recent SMTOWN Concert. Only four members (Leeteuk, Yesung, Shindong, Kim Heechul) could stand on stage. About this, Eunhyuk said, “We debut as the largest number of members and went on stage with the fewest. That made me choke up a bit. However, it is inevitable as the members are diligently serving in the military. Because of that, I’m very grateful towards the older members. Since we will be coming back as seven members, we hope to show you a full stage.”

Lastly, Eunhyuk promised that he will be buying chicken soup for the members who came out to greet him.

Currently, his bandmates Choi Siwon, Donghae, Ryeowook, and Kyuhyun are still serving in the military. Eunhyuk said, “I hope the rest of the members come back healthy.”

Meanwhile, Eunhyuk will be meeting with his fans on July 23 with a fan meet titled “Hello Again.” He will be conducting the fan meet with Donghae, who is to be discharged two days later.

Super Junior will be making its comeback in October with seven members.

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Title: Shatter Me
Author: Saucy
Artist: Subtextiel
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: Reverse!verse, Alternative universe, Mechanic Castiel, Librarian Dean, Service dog, Enemies to lovers
Posting Date: 10/31/2017

Summary:  Dean Winchester started his day in seven easy steps.

Step one: Be attacked by a giant drool monster
Step two: Shower and shave
Step three: Suck down a cup of coffee while walking the drool monster to her favorite tree
Step four: Feed and water the drool monster
Step five: Have a balanced breakfast of microwaved egos, six medications, and two more cups of coffee
Step six: Check his email and schedule for the day
Step seven: Pack the pup and himself a hearty lunch and leave for work

In none of these steps did it say: meet your soul mate, hate them on sight and cause bodily harm…. and yet.

- - -

“I’m sorry, Mama…. I’m coming home. I’m gonna get a bus ticket and I’ll be there this wee–” 

“You will do no such thing.”

Castiel felt like he was stabbed in the chest. After all of this time he was a fool to think that they would still want him, that he could just pretend like he didn’t walk out of their lives the day after his eighteenth birthday. This is what he deserves, all his life he knew no one would ever truly want him. 

“Castiel Novak, you stop right now with that ridiculous train of thought. You have a job in South Dakota waiting for you starting next week and don’t you dare think we stopped loving you.” 

“But Mama…" he began “how did you know I was coming home? I got off the plane two hours ago.” 


Castiel groaned and shook his head “Mama, you know it’s illegal to hack the United States Military.” 

“Well, if you called home more than once every half decade we wouldn’t have to have your siblings break the law now would we?” 

Chuckling, Cas responded “Yes, mama.” 

“Now get your butt to the Greyhound station on Main. Your bus leaves at midnight and it’s a long trip to Sioux Falls. You don’t owe anyone a second of your time in this dusty old town; they never did anything for you. Bobby Singer will be expecting you come Wednesday morning at the bus station and he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” 

Castiel took a deep breath, and it felt like the first real breath taken in years, “Thank you, Mama…” 

“Take care of yourself, little Bee.” 


Hanging up the phone, Castiel sighed in relief and rubbed the tension from his brow. Though the call had gone far better than he could have ever hoped, the urge for a stiff drink was getting stronger by the second. Just like Missouri said, ten years was a long time, but no amount of time could make him forget the life he had because of her. She took him in off of the streets and helped him see that the world wasn’t such a cold, unfeeling wasteland; that he wasn’t something to be walked all over and discarded. She could have taken in so many more important and worthwhile kids, so the day he aged out of foster care he packed his bags and ran. Ten years of fighting and sweating and bleeding hadn’t made him feel any more worthwhile, but it had helped him appreciate Missouri, the whole life she gave him, and the family he found in her and the other strays she brought in. 

The woman was a saint, and one day Castiel swore he would show her how much he appreciated her and how she had saved him.

Visas: “Canderous, the Force lies in all living things. I have watched my people die- you will survive. You have no choice.You have been wounded before and lived, Mandalorian. Rise…many battles do you still have left in you.”

Canderous: “You… sound like Revan. At… the end. Do you know what she told me, in those last days on the Outer Rim? That the Mandalorian Wars were our doom and we had been deceived. That it had never been our decision to wage war on the Republic. Revan said the Mandalorians didn’t invade Republic space ten years ago because it was our choice. We were…tricked…our entire people sacrificed as pawns…and we never knew it. She said there was a war coming. That it was waiting out in the Unknown Regions, in the dark, waiting for us to destroy each other.”

Visas: “A war? This war?”

Canderous: “No, not this one- another one. More terrible. Against an evil we couldn’t begin to comprehend… a war of belief, that had been fought for thousands of years. Revan went off to fight it.”

Visas: “And left you here.”

Canderous: “Revan was one of the greatest military leaders in the galaxy, in history. She knew what she was doing.”

Canderous: “And I always follow orders.”

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GENO IN GLASSES!!!!!!!!!!! PROFESSOR MALKIN!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there isn’t a lot to do, when you’re concussed. sid doesn’t like music that much, or at least not the kind that goes well with headaches and bouts of dizziness. he barely gets to watch any tv, listen to radio, anything – and he is so. fucking. bored.

“here,” nathalie says finally, shoving a book at him, still in the plastic bag from the bookstore. “you need something to do that isn’t getting in the way of my cooking. now please, sidney, get out of my kitchen.”

cowed, sid takes the book and goes into the living room to start reading.

“sidney,” mario says seven hours later, peering at him in the darkness, “it’s one in the morning. you should probably sleep.”

“not yet,” sid replies, turning another page of dr. malkin’s account of post-revolution russia. “i’m almost done.”

mario sighs at him, but its the kind of sigh that hides a smile.


it turns out that dr. malkin is relatively famous in academic circles, enough so that he has an invitation to come speak at carnegie mellon on his newest research a week or two after sid finally, finally is on the mend, and, well. sid really liked the book.

he wears a plain, boring baseball cap and black jacket, popping up the collar a little so hopefully none of the other guests in the audience – most of them old people or college students, it seems like – will recognize him.

there’s a short speech from one of the history professors and sid unashamedly tunes most of it out until everyone’s clapping, and then –

sid doesn’t know what he expected dr. malkin to look like. he guesses he was thinking someone old and short, possibly with a potbelly, definitely with glasses and a tweed jacket.

this dr. malkin is wearing glasses and a tweed jacket, but he’s definitely not old or short. instead he’s young, maybe a year or two older than sid, and incredibly tall and gangly, and almost unfortunately hot.

“hi,” he says, voice a little thick with his accent, “thank you so much for having me,” and fuck, sid is so fucked.

he sits through dr. malkin’s entire talk, scribbling notes on his program in pen and shifting a little uncomfortably every time he smiles. by the time dr. malkin’s finished his talk – this one about soviet military strategy in world war ii – sid’s up clapping with everybody else.

he hangs around the entrance to the lecture hall where dr. malkin’s signing books and chatting with people, waiting until most of the crowd has dissipated to come up to the table. “hi,” he says, full of some sort of weird nervousness that he hasn’t felt since juniors, probably.

“hello,” dr. malkin says, smiling at him absently – and then he stops, smiling even wider. “you sidney crosby?”

“i,” sid says, blinking. “i, um. yes?”

“wow,” dr. malkin says, and then he’s holding out a hand for sid to shake. “this is – amazing to meet you. i love your hockey.”

“oh, um, thank you,” sid replies, the good manners drilled into him since childhood kicking in. “i, uh, i love your book.”

“really?” dr. malkin asks, beaming at him. “i sign for you.”

“thanks,” sid says, handing it over and trying not to feel too embarrassed when dr. malkin sees how dog-eared and marked up it is. “i, um – it really helped me out, a lot, being able to read it. it’s amazing, seriously.”

“glad sidney crosby like,” dr. malkin says, signing the dedication page and handing it back to sid. “i watch games sometimes, but never think great hockey player like you read my book.”

“well, it’s great,” sid repeats, feeling more than a little bit embarrassed, but dr. malkin keeps smiling at him, and it’s hard not to smile back. “i, um – how long are you in town, here?”

“week,” dr. malkin says. “very excited to see pittsburgh. great city.”

“i – do you want tickets? to a game?” sid asks, before he can stop himself. “i’m not cleared to play yet, but – you like hockey, so i can, um –”

“would love,” dr. malkin says, and fuck, if sid thought his smile was cute before, it’s even better now, huge and crinkled and warm. 

Broken 18

Broken 18: Warning Domestic Violence

You didn’t know how long it had been since you had lost consciousness. There was still sunlight coming from the small garage window, and the pain was still as unbearable as it had been before giving into the darkness.

Your groan was muffled behind the gag, as you gingerly moved your arms to see how much give you had with the cuffs. You sighed, and the tears slipped down your cheeks without you even noticing. Your mind was racing, you saw the signs, had ignored them, made excuses for him time after time and where did it leave you. You pulled your left hand mentally bracing for the pain as hard as you could hoping that the leg of the bench would give, but no luck.

You had let Brock distance you from your brother and your friends, They won’t even notice a the voice inside your head whispered and you let out a sob. How long before anyone would notice you wondered. Bucky just had surgery, Nat was used to you not answering your phone calls, your brother would assume you were busy taking care of his best friend, and while you hung out with Wanda you were not that close so Brock could give her the run around for a least a week or two. They won’t care that voice of doubt crept back in. You gave another feeble attempt at the cuffs and more tears fell as your broken wrist was jarred. You didn’t even hear the doorbell as you welcomed the darkness.


“At lease knock first” Bucky told Natasha as they stood on the front porch of your and Brock’s house. Natasha gave Bucky a look and he shrugged his shoulders, “Brock is a cop” he reminded her.

“A shit one” Natasha muttered as she jabbed the doorbell, “Nope don’t hear anyone coming to the door, lets head around back Barnes” she told him as she hopped off the porch and started around the house, only stopping to grab her phone out of her pocket. “Uh huh, Thanks Wanda…Nope Bucky is with me. I’ll keep you updated” she said turning her phone off and putting it back in her pocket. Bucky came up beside her as she turned to look at him, “Wanda says Y/N never came to work today, and didn’t call in”

Bucky felt the knot in his stomach get heavier, he passed Natasha as he went around to the back of the house, Natasha had to jog to catch up with him. “Still giving him the benefit of the doubt Buck” Natasha ask as she tried the back door. “Damn it, locked” she muttered, “Hey can you break the knob” Natasha ask.

“What why would I be able to break the knob” Bucky as giving her an odd look.

“Metal arm…. Should be more useful than a magnet collector” She snipped.

“Lets try not to break things, Breaking into a cops house is bad enough”

“Spoil sport” Natasha muttered, before she looked at the kitchen window, “Found our way in” She told him.

Bucky followed her line of sight and nodded. They made their way to the window that they saw wasn’t completely closed, Bucky pushed it the rest of the way up, “come on I’ll give you a boost and you can let me in the door” Natasha nodded her head and allowed Bucky to give her a boost into the window. She carefully climbed in and listened. When she didn’t hear anything, she moved off the counter and made her way to the door unlocking it and letting Bucky inside. “Do you want to take the upstairs or the down stairs” She ask him.

“I think we should stay together” Bucky told her.

“We can cover more ground if we split up” Natasha argued, “When Brock comes back we can be long gone”

“fine” Bucky relented. “You take the upstairs” Natasha nodded and took off up the steps.

Bucky sighed, the knot didn’t ease any but the house was quiet. He moved silently making sure to take a good look around. He had a bad feeling when he and Steve had first visited, that was one of the reasons he had decided to come back and try to get his life back together here, so he could keep an eye on you. And Natasha was right when she said that you had been acting out of character. He moved through the each room, his military training coming in useful as he sweep each room looking for anything out of place.

He had looked in the living room, den, downstairs bathroom, and the kitchen where he had entered. He was now looking for clues in the dining room when Natasha came back down, “I didn’t find anything” she told him.

“Me either” Bucky confirmed.

“Have you looked everywhere down here” Natasha implored.

“Everywhere but the garage” Bucky confirmed.

“Well what are we waiting for” Natasha ask as she made her way to the door that connected the kitchen and the garage. She unlocked the door and threw it open, and she couldn’t help but let out a scream. Bucky rushed to her side and pulled her back as she was starting to go out, his eyes quickly adjusting to the dim lighting and sweeping the room. He held back a gasp as his eyes landed on you handcuffed to the work table across the room.

Taking a deep breath, his hand shaking from the rage he was feeling, “Nat go get a blanket” he told her softly. From where they were standing Bucky couldn’t tell if you were breathing, and he wanted Natasha as far as he could get her while he checked.

He made it to you side quickly bending down he let out a sigh of relief as he saw the faint rise and fall of your chest. He placed his fingers on the side of your neck to check your heart beat, and frowned. Natasha came back and rushed over blanket In her hands and she was shaking.

“Is she” Natasha whispered not able to finish.

“No Nattie, there is a heartbeat, faint but there” Bucky told her reaching his hand out for the blanket. He spread it over your body. “Look around and see if you can find bolt cutters or something we can get these handcuffs off with, Try not to touch anything”

Natasha nodded looking on the work bench. It took her a few minutes but she came back to where Bucky was still kneeling accessing your injuries. “Found bolt cutters” She whispered. Bucky quickly took them from here, and got to work snapping the metal that held the two cuffs together. Once that was done he let out another sigh. “We need to call the police”

“OH, great idea Barnes, let’s call the psycho path that did this to her” Natasha growled.

“Nat, she needs medical attention, that is going to require a hospital they are going to be called in either way. We need to try and keep a clear head we don’t call them now that asshole will try and get us for breaking and entering”

“Oh, I am going to break something, his face” Natasha growled. As you let out a moan. “Shh, Y/N, it’s alright, you’re going to be alright Buck and I have you” Natasha dropped down next to your head gently running her hand through your hair.

Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket, as Natasha was murmuring to you. He hit 911 and when an operator came onto the line. Bucky explained as quickly as he could what he knew, expressing the urgency of an ambulance.

“No Ma’am” he said softly, “He is an officer for the county,” He explained, “Yes I will stay on the line,” he agreed as he placed the phone on speaker. “No it is myself, another friend and the victim” Bucky told the operator.

“And she is breathing sir”

“Yes, her pulse is thread, looks like she has a broken left wrist, contusions on her head and face. With the bruising on her ribs I would say they are broken. She’s gagged, I am going to remove it” Bucky told her.

“Sir if you could leave” the 911 operator started.

“I am going to move it” Bucky’s voice was laced with steel when his head turned toward the garage door. Bucky stood quickly and placed himself between the door and Natasha and yourself. “Nat, talk to the 911 operator, tell her to have them hurry someone is here” Bucky said not turning back to face her.

Natasha relayed the information to the 911 operator while still petting your hair you moaned again, and she shushed you, whispering in Russian. The garage door opened and Brock sauntered in stopping in his tracks when he saw Bucky standing there and Natasha bent down beside you.

“What in the hell are you doing in my house” Brock growled.

And before Natasha could get a word out Bucky had launched himself at Brock.

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Angeal/Cloud for 2 or Clack for 12 for the meme thing

12. Family gatherings (Sorry, I’ve already got another #2 request)

Cloud knew there would be consequences for getting married fast. At the time though…it seemed like the best option. He and Zack had been living together for almost five years at that point. They practically felt married. 

There were benefits to being officially married…as Cloud found out when Zack was not allowed to visit him when he was seriously injured during a mission. Family members only. And Zack, officially, wasn’t family. 

A good set of crutches, two pairs of suits, and a quick ceremony in front of a judge and their friends changed that very quickly. The only bad news: they didn’t leave enough time for their families to see it. They taped it sure…but it wasn’t the same. 

Zack insisted they travel for a “reception” as soon as their “honeymoon” leave was granted. Cloud was good with that idea. Cloud’s Ma, however…

“Not here,” she said. Cloud was worried in an instant. 

“I just…” she sighed, “this is supposed to be a special time for you two. I don’t want people here to ruin it for you. It’s not just that it’s you. It’s that it’s you and another SOLDIER. Ever since the reactor got shut down…people here hate ShinRa. They burned down the manor last month Cloud. Found a guy in the basement who survived somehow and…used that to justify it. I don’t want something bad to happen to you.” 

Zack’s parents were quick to issue her an invitation though. 

“We can pick you up,” Cloud started to offer. 

“I’ve got a ride, “she assured him. 

Cloud had been to Gongaga a few times, not always on missions either. Zack’s parents were no strangers to him. But this… 

“It might be a bit much,” Zack’s mother admitted, “but I’ve been waiting so long for you two to tie the knot…I couldn’t help myself.” Cloud straightened the flower crown he was supposed to wear. Zack had one too. Technically the bride was supposed to wear it, but since they were both men they fudged it a little bit. 

Plus Zack looked nice in it. 

Cloud was nervous though. It had been a while since he saw his Ma…and she sounded so tired last time they spoke…

He didn’t expect her to show up in a military truck. 

“They’ve been coming in and out of town to pick up reactor debris and protect the guys working on the windmills,” she said, “and I might have dropped your name…” 

Four more people in ShinRa uniform were invited to the wedding party. The more the merrier down here. Plus the wine was very good. 

Cloud still worried about her though. He knew he got his quiet side from her…that she’d spend the whole night quiet and by herself if he let her. And there were so many people to greet and hug and toast to for this thing. He hardly got to see Zack…except when they were told to kiss. 

When he finally did get a free moment, he had to stop. Zack’s parents were talking her ear off…and she was smiling. Zack’s mom was holding her hands, eyes teary again and Zack’s dad was patting her back in the same gesture he used to welcome Cloud. He caught the tail end of their conversation as he approached. 

“…and the hydroelectric dam has been a godsend after the reactor was taken out,” Mr. Fair finished, “still got the mako-crazed animals around though.”

“Same up in the mountains,” Claudia confirmed, “might be the only reason I get to keep my house is because I’m a good shot.” 

“…We definitely need more of them, specially since military is hard to keep round here. Cloud, my boy! Still standing?” 

“I’m fine,” Cloud said with a tired smile, “just wanted to check in.”

“We wanted to make sure Claudia felt welcome,” Mrs. Fair said, “she is family now after all.” Cloud didn’t miss the way his Ma smiled. 

“It’s a nice thing to be,” Cloud agreed. 

This Is What It's Like For Thousands Trying To Find Food And Water In The Hurricane-Hit US Virgin Islands
By Brianna Sacks

Akoya Emmanuel said she had two choices Friday morning: make the trek into town to find bleach to clean the mold from the exposed walls of her home or stand in line for hours to ensure her two daughters had something to eat that day.

Like thousands of others in the US Virgin Islands, the 33-year-old single mother from St. Thomas lives tucked in the hills, where winding roads are still ensnared by mangled trees and overhanging power lines. For residents without access to transportation after Hurricanes Irma and Maria devastated these islands, simply traveling to receive food and supplies is an all-day event. Many people’s cars still lie under chunks of homes, roots, and sheet metal, and public transportation has only recently returned and is limited to town hubs.

“If you need something bad enough you have to come out,” Emmanuel said as she shuffled forward in line to receive a case of boxed water and canned Vienna sausages from military personnel. “I have nothing. What we have been surviving on is those sausages and that’s if we get it. That’s our hope for today.”

Sandwiched by hundreds of others waiting for packages of food, Emmanuel said this was her second attempt to attain supplies from the federal distribution center. A lack of power and cell phone service for large swaths of the island has made communications nearly impossible.

“We’re not being notified when stuff is being handed out,” she said. “You come and line up at 9 a.m. because you’re told they start at 10 a.m. and then you find out it’s not happening today or they start at noon.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you had any recs for present day Steve and Bucky being in the military, and they come home but their fellow soldier member people who they've been while deployed have no idea they're gay, and then the other greets them at the airport, and everyone is surprised?

we don’t have anything as specific as that? but you should check out our  Veteran!Bucky and  Veteran!Steve tags + our Coming Out tag :D

EDIT: anon sent in

5 Times Bucky’s Friends Heard About Stevie and 1 Time They Met Him by heartsdesire456

5 times Bucky’s friends in the Army think he’s got a firecracker of a girlfriend waiting on him back home + the time they actually meet ‘Stevie’ and realize how wrong they were

State Of Emergency (Glenn Rhee Smut)

Summary: With the world changing so rapidly, it’s hard to know if the knock at your door is going to be your death, or your savior. This time it just happens to be a squishy cute pizza delivery man who was oblivious to it all. Someone you thought needed your help, but ultimate helped you more than anything. Helped you smile; helped you learn that maybe you could start to change your definition of okay. Smut.

(A/N: please see the end for more notes, because i’m upset and i’m going to blabber on waaay too much about Glenn. but i did start writing this, and had most of it written long before i got the most devastating news in the world last night. this is set pre-season one, very early on into the apocalypse, before society has dissolved and before Glenn meets any of the other characters from the show. and for this fic, warnings for: blood, gore, ‘killing’, violence, mentions of violence, alcohol use, drunkness, Glenn being adorable, smut, mild dominance, extreme dirty talk, swearing, and pretty much every no-no thing under the sun. i really hope you enjoy reading this. -Tanisha<3)

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Hello, hello, is anyone there?" 

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Help me! Help me, please!” Bang, bang. “God, please someone open the door!”

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The Twice-Told Tale -   For someone he’d hero-worshiped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony’s pretty sure it’s his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard’s expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he’s certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve’s. Steve’s pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that’s not hypocritical at all.

Darling Heart - Tony stared at Steve, trying to figure out what his response should be. He had no idea what to do, because people didn’t do that, nobody told Tony Stark they loved him, nobody except for Rhodey that one time and Rhodey had been blackout drunk so it probably didn’t count anyway, and besides–“Tony,” Steve said, swallowing hard, his face still deathly pale. “Tony, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”

Semaphore -  “I’m trying to like you, Tony. You’re just making it very hard.”

Rom-Commed By Fate(Or JARVIS) -  The best thing about being an Artificial Intelligence is the ability to parse, filter and modify the things people say until you’ve got the cause to do exactly what you wanted in the first place. Or, in which JARVIS cock blocks Tony into having an actual relationship.

If Through a Door - Tony is accused of murder on an alien planet; Steve marries him to bring him home.

The Best Policy -  Tony Stark breezes through life on bluster and bullshit. When he gets hit by a truth spell, he locks himself away in his workshop so he can find a way to reverse it without anyone finding out. So why can’t he say no when Steve keeps asking to spend time with him?

And The Void Would Be Calling -  Tony could be suffering from amnesia, a hitch-hiker from a parallel dimension, a ghost or maybe a time-traveller. He’s sure he could work out the answer if Steve would just stop pretending he was Tony’s boyfriend.

Take Care, I’m Easily Broken -  Tony isn’t the type of person to pine quietly.

If At First -  Where Tony is stupid and Steve has been waiting for a long time.

Bulletproof - At age fifteen, Steve Rogers had been in love with Tony Stark.By age twenty, he’d (mostly) gotten over it. And then he promptly became Tony Stark’s fuck buddy.

The Last Love Song of Anthony E.Stark -  After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.

10 Things I Hate About You - It’s amazing how Steve and Tony could screw up something as simple as hate-sex.Alternatively: Love and hate may be two sides of the same coin, but moving from one to the other is far more complex than we really give people credit for.

Soul Bomb -  Suddenly everyone in Manhattan has someone else’s voice in their head. Tony got Steve’s, for his sins.

Sins of the Father -  The thing purred into his ear, “Howard Stark once called Tony his greatest creation. He said it was because he believed Tony was going to change the world. Do you think that was the truth, Steven Rogers? Or do you think he had an ulterior motive?”

Take Two -  Steve loses his memory, but he gets the feeling he’s lost a lot more. Who exactly is Tony Stark to him, and why won’t he come out of the basement?

Wait & Sea -  In which Tony and Steve get sent on an undercover mission aboard a cruise ship to make contact with Hydra. In this AU the military has kept the discovery and defrosting of Captain America a secret, so Steve and Tony have never met before. Yet they are to pose as newlyweds….

Coming Home -  When S.H.I.E.L.D. approaches Tony Stark to help with their 1940s deception for Steve Rogers, to be a semi-familiar face and name to help re-introduce him to the world, Tony agrees on one condition - that it’s his show to run. And at first, it seems like his plan’s going off without a hitch. What he doesn’t account for, however, are his own growing feelings for Steve.

Two’s a Crowd -  If Steve were any deeper in the closet his ass would be in Narnia.

i stole the keys to this guy -  Where it was Nick Fury’s idea, but he didn’t mean it like that

But With a Whimper -  Steve fucks Tony against a wall.

Tony Stark On the Rocks -  Tony can’t figure out why his dates keep bolting. It’s okay, though, because Steve’s always around to keep him entertained.

Stand Back, I’m Going to Try Science -  Soulmates are a rare and cherished thing, a simple touch of hands bringing love that lasts forever. By all the rules of romance, they’re meant to wait for each other and to trust in the vagaries of fate to bring them together. Tony’s never been good at waiting, and when he has science on his side, who needs fate?

But Loving Him is Red - “It is- it is not just destined, Steve Rogers. It will reach through the decades, through entire universes if it has to. It will scour the galaxies without rest until the two of you are standing next to each other. Migardians-Migardians call them soulmates, I believe." -Through the decades, through layers of realities, through superheroes and tangles of string- it will always be them.

(First Impressions Are)A Work in Progress -  Tony has a point system for the times he can get Steve to be less than perfect.

In the Springtime of His Voodoo -  “I’m removing Captain Rogers from this base, but not from active duty. I want him as SHIELD’s liaison to Stark Industries first and foremost. He’ll report directly to me,” Fury says. “As it is, your identity as Captain America is not public knowledge and it will remain that way until I say otherwise. That said, if you think you can get Tony Stark to work with you if you disclose that information, you have permission to do so.”