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Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day

As some might know, today’s Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day.

It’s not even late but I’m tired as hell, worked 8 hours straight (okay, fine, took 10 minute break), and my eyes close by themselves. Good times.

Anyway, I opened with that because I know so many of you, fanfic writers, are usually in a much worse situation than me, and still, after working harder and longer than I did, you sit and write.

You research, edit, outline… So much work is put into your works!

True, some fics are shorter and no research or editing is done, but you still write. Short fics, long fics, drabbles, long-ass-what-the-hell-am-i-gonna-do-Im-supposed-to-sleep-not-read-it fics; Challenges, Tropefests, exchanges, and also not for challenges like these.

You write, and the genre you write in, is a genre by all means. You build a story, and characters, even if they exist, you make them different. Not ooc, not always. But different. You develop them, sometimes change their upbringings. You make something new out of them.

So much so, that sometimes I wonder, why wouldn’t you just alter the names, and sell it? Some of them are, in my personal opinion, better than many books I have read.

But here’s the thing: you do it for free. You do it for fun (and for the suffering as well, I assume ;-) ) of both you and readers.

You come up with so many ideas, and make same characters go through so many different obstacles and things.

You make up all-new scenarios I wouldn’t even imagine.

You not only make people happy or suffer, you leave impact, emotional and mental, on people.

Now, maybe a bit more personal, but as you probably know, I’m Israeli. Born and lived (and still do) all my life. My native language is Hebrew, and when it comes to learning English, school doesn’t really offer a lot. We learn to pass tests, but many can’t come and speak English with speakers afterwards.

Now you must think ‘but, what does it have to do with us?’ and well… Nothing, really. But it has to do with the fact that your writing made me a better English speaker. Much better. I know I’ll never be a very good speaker, or a writer. My vocabulary is still not the best, and I’m having troubles put my thoughts into written words that aren’t “like, you know, throwing it but not too high and catching it.” Or “she looked at her, and get eyes were full of adoration and when you find someone as good-looking person.” . Yeah. I’m not very good with all this “write what you imagine” thing…

But you guys… You gave me so much. I know that theoretically, books can teach me the same, but I don’t have space in my phone to download book-reading apps, and also, I don’t know of many books that can give me the stuff I find in your works. (I mean, come on, how many books there are with two guys/two girls of two different positions in high school falling in love over a project, two best friends, of the same gender falling for each other and then getting married, or one being a ghost, or a witch and a familiar, or—anything)

You create amazing concepts, you thread everything beautifully. You… You manage to sit on your asses and write thousands of words a day. And you do it for free. F-R-double E.

You writers, Beta-readers, alpha readers, gamma readers, and other-types-of-either-radiation-or-greek-letters readers, until it reaches the public websites.

You guys… You’ve got NO IDEA how much I adore and appreciate you.

[I’m sorry it’s all so messy here, it tends to happen to me quite a lot, (…especially when tired…) but I almost always am.]

I know, I didn’t include writers who write for prompts and requests, and things I might’ve forgotten (I’m horrible).

So just… Just thank you.

All of you: @all-i-need-is-destiel, @casthewise, @castiel-left-his-mark-on-me, @diminuel, @anonymousantonym, @awed-frog, @destieldrabblesdaily, @mrsgabrieltrickster, @riseofthefallenone, @rosemoonweaver, @jimminovak, @jhoomwrites, @justrandomspnstuff, @ozonecologne, @ialwayscomewhenyoucall, @tenoko1, @deaneatscake, @dragonpressgraphics, @dr-dean, @whelvenwings, @wanderingcas, @winjennster, @thebloggerbloggerfun, @thayerkerbasy, @unforth-ninawaters, @mishasboyfriend, @blue-reveries, @coffeeandcas, @caslikescoffeeandfreckles, @bend-me-shape-me, @maliciouslycreative, @pimentogirl and all the others, whose name my brain REFUSES to recall. Thank you for everything you do.

[Also, it’d be great if you’d reblog and tag more writers, because I sure as hell can’t, I’m hungry and tired, and I’m so sorry if I forgot anyone]

masterofenthropy  asked:

Hi HeyWriters! I was wondering: do you have a tip to create a weak point on main characters? I´m making a story, but I´m having trouble since my main character is TOO overpowered. Could you help me with this?

(All of this is written under the assumption your character has superpowers or “special” abilities, so forgive me if you meant a different kind of power.)

I created a character concept when I was twelve. She had all the superpowers of my favorite heroes and then some. As time wore on she gained more and more until eventually my adolescent brain invented logic and realized she was actually ridiculous. Here’s how I depowered this character, who’s name is Ace, without completely ruining her coolness.

Step One:

Don’t be greedy. Any ability that does not contribute to the story needs to go. It’s taking up space that could be filled with credibility. I decided early on that Ace didn’t need most of her abilities, and by the end of the story she only relies on a few to get the job done. Also, if a character can do more than one thing that are all basically the same thing some of those should probably go (invisibility and camouflage, superspeed and teleportation, etc.). 

Step Two:

Apply real-world science. If you try to make your depiction realistic, you’ll want to have an idea of how these abilities might work and how they might not. Of course, you should suspend disbelief for some things if they’re truly essential to your character, but others can be adapted. For Ace there are some powers that only work under the right circumstances, and others that her body rejects or that give her physical pain when she uses them. Most importantly, special strengths come with special weaknesses. Sensitive hearing means loud noises are more jarring or harmful, regeneration means metabolism speeds up and the person needs to eat as much as a body builder. Any superpower you pick out will have a drawback, I guarantee it; if not a physical one than a social one (I’ll get to that).

This scene from The Incredibles is an excellent demonstration of superpower drawbacks.

Step Three: 

Consider how the character feels about all this power and why they obtained it in the first place. Ace was not born with abilities, but over time she chose certain powers for the purpose of defending herself or others. Some of her powers fade away when she stops using them, like any skill you fail to practice, and some abilities she just plain old refuses to use for personal reasons. Some are too difficult or time-consuming for her to master, and some even trigger memories of her traumatic past thus she discards them. This way she has a choice in the matter and her choice is not to bite off more than she can chew or what she doesn’t want in the first place. 

Step Four:

How do other characters feel about all this power? Perhaps some or all of your character’s powers intimidate, frighten, or anger others in the story. One of Ace’s friends dislikes how unstoppable she is, and others are taken aback by some of the things she can do or how she looks when she does them. On the whole, she hides what she can do or picks small things to do instead of big things, downplaying her own power when necessary. How your supporting characters react to the force of nature that is your MC is the most important aspect of her power.

Here’s an example from the X-Men of how other characters might react. 

For additional opinions and advice, read this https://mythcreants.com/blog/five-characters-that-are-too-powerful/ and take to heart its ending line: “There’s only one fix that avoids all the pitfalls of overpowered heroes: refrain from making them really powerful in the first place.”

Yes, Ace is a flawed concept and all the advice I just gave is only a patch kit for that flaw. However, overpowered characters continue to excite readers and viewers alike, so I would never suggest we dispense with them altogether. Just, when you’re getting a headache from how overwhelming your character is, it’s good to consider dialling it all back and focusing on the power of their personality instead.

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Super apologize for taking so long to respond, and thanks for asking in the first place.

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Dive Right In (Part 1)

Summary: In order to not pay out-of-state tuition, you ask your childhood friend, Bucky Barnes, to marry you. Things, as always, never go as planned. (College AU).

Word Count: 648

A/N: A Bucky spin-off of “Married with Benefits.” It won’t be the same story, though, just the same base idea. Your best friend is Kayla @howlingbarnes :D

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Fingers tapping on the desk, you gnawed on your bottom lip, considering your options. Grants. Loans. Scholarships. Then again, the scholarships you had managed to get barely covered 50% of your tuition. That still left you with tens of thousands of dollars being owed if you wanted to study full time.

Groaning, your forehead thumped on the keyboard as you realized that you were stuck. Stuck in debt, stuck in stress, stuck in crap that you could easily have avoided if you had been born fifty years prior.

Damn baby boomers.

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Happy Tuesday.

I’m calling it “Yurio Catches Puberty” as a working title. (PG for swearing and puberty.) (Warning for body image stuff, very minor.) 

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“WHEN WILL THIS BE OVER?”

The scream of anguish from the rink’s locker room shower made Yuuri look up sharply. He’d only arrived in St. Petersburg yesterday, but this couldn’t be normal, even if nobody else seemed to be paying the slightest attention.

“AUGH!”

It was definitely Yurio.

“Yurio?” he started to ask, but Georgi clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t engage,” he hissed.

Yuuri looked at him, wide-eyed.

“What’s going on?” he whispered, as Yurio began a steady, at least quieter stream of cursing in Russian, then English, then Japanese that Yuuri definitely hadn’t taught him.

“Puberty,” Georgi said.

Yuuri blinked. “Puberty?” he asked.

Georgi gave him a disgusted look. “Of course,” he mumbled to himself. “The golden boy didn’t suffer puberty…”

He wandered off, now also cursing, and Yuuri had ten seconds of silence before Yurio kicked the shower door open and strode out, towel around his waist.

(There is a readmore below! Read more!)

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Yes, Sir // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Collab With The One And Only @stilinski-jpeg

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Violence (like seriously some crazy shit goes down), Oral (69), Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Choking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 9,859 

Song: Young God by Halsey

A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to day 2 of #MitchWeek! Yes, this smut is completely inspired by that bathtub scene from the trailer. I came up with this idea and immediately told Nia about it to which she said and I quote “if you don’t write this, I will.” And so we decided to turn it into a collab! I hope you guys love how intense this is as much as we do. We really felt no need to hold back.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Mitch snarled at Stan Hurley as the pair walked down the long hallway.

“If anyone needs a babysitter, it’s you.” Stan chuckled at his least favourite trainee’s expense.

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Play With Me, Alpha

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Derek x Fem!Reader

Summery: Derek’s newest beta keeps causing trouble, so one afternoon he gives her a punishment.

Warnings: 18+gif undercut, sex, Alpha!kink


It was no secret that Derek had a soft spot for you, it was why you got away with so much. As soon as he’d turned you, you wrapped yourself around his protective instinct, making it easy to get what you wanted.

It started innocently, freshly turned, thunderstorm firing overhead, you’d hung onto Derek like a koala bear. But then it stuck, if you needed comfort you’d seek out Derek, who convinced himself it was better him that Scott or one of the betas. Then Stiles pointed out all the other things, batting eyes, pouting, the fake bad moods until you delightedly got Derek to give in.

Which was how the “detox war” started. Unfortunately for your alpha, his instincts screamed that pushing you away would mean pushing you out of the pack. Completely unaware that it was having the opposite effect.

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Imagine

Here’s my meta about the last clip of episode 5.

  • Our intro shot of the karaoke bar introduces our players. I’m especially interested in how we see Mari and Sara twice each (and sharing one shot).
  • May I just say: I am glad my son Eskild is alive and Extra.
  • We have Chris talking to Sara (we don’t see Sara’s face but it’s her jumper) 👀
  • In general we have a big focus on couples (including Evak) and russebussen people. Showing, again, this season’s themes (love and identities/belongings).
  • We have some Chris and Eva talking about wiring money, which seems like foreshadowing to the russebuss contract and payment.
  • Even is about to sing and no one ships Evak more than Magnus.
  • @newlevelofdesperate​ wrote a great meta about Even singing “Imagine” by John Lennon. I agree with most of it.
    I’ll just add that the song is ironic, just like “I’m Not In Love” in s3e5. “Imagine all the people living life in peace.” Sana is feeling the song at the moment. She feels that everything came together, finally. But it’s not true. She wished she could create world peace (if you gave her the power to do so she would, she really would). But she can’t. Some things are beyond her reach and she still hasn’t managed to reconcile her two identities (Norwegian & Muslim).
    Also, I think the song is as much an Even song as a Sana one. Once again.
  • We barely see Mikael walk in, and Elias and the gang look around. Yousef seems to be looking in the crowd for Sana. 
  • No shot of the squad until we get a shot of Even seeing them. Then Magnus and Jonas turn to see where Even is looking (not Isak or Mahdi) and we get another shot of balloon squad: no Mikael. Adam and Mutta seem unconcerned. Elias though sees Even and is not smiling (but he’s not looking mad either).
    He grabs Yousef who was smiling towards Sana and…the smile falters.

[this is getting long so I’m adding a “read more”]

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Through the Years (Part 7)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,463

“Through the Years” Masterlist

A/N: Guys, this is one of my favorites. I’m loving it so far!

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


Steve stopped mid-step, forcing you to move past him and close the door. He was completely solid, unmoving, eyes darting everywhere as he took your semi-empty apartment. You tilted your head and gave him a curious look before you remembered.

He lived here. This was his home.

His eyes teared up again. “It’s—” His voice broke before he gave a breathless laugh, loaded with the sadness inside him. “It’s so different, but it’s still the same.”

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Age is but a Number, Love is Infinite

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times

Request: Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?

A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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I’m falling apart

A/N: Reader is Jensen’s little sister who is going through a tough time with depression and Jensen is determined to help her. If this becomes a series it’s gonna be super dramatic & probably kinda twisty.

Trigger warning: Depression, suicidal thoughts.

Jensen threw his head back laughing at a joke Jared made. Looking around the table he realized how lucky he was. He was sitting at a table in Rome surrounded by his friends and fellow cast mates, enjoying the night. Tomorrow was the first day of the convention and the few days following it him and Jared would tour the city some before heading back home to his family. A gentle smile fell on Jensen’s lips when he thought about Danneel and the kids in Austin and all the plans they had for the hiatus.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Jensen grabbed it, smiling even wider when he saw Danneel’s name pop up on the caller ID.

“Hey babe.” He answered.

“Hey Jay.” Danneel’s voice responded, only something sounded off in her tone.

“What’s up?” Jensen said, standing up from his seat and walking away from the group, “You sound worried.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing but…” Danneel trailed on.

“You’re kinda worrying me here Dee. What’s going on?” Jensen pushed.

“It’s Y/N.” Danneel responded.

“My sister? Is she okay?” Jensen quickly pushed.

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When She Gets Sleepy

- This is my first “fic” well it will be more of a drabble -

I REPEAT THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER!!!

Warnings: unedited, first fic I’ve ever written, hopefully super fluffy fluff

Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Summary: The boys have been really busy lately, reader is sleepy and clingy, the boys just love the way she acts when she needs more sleep.

AN: I hope this is good for the first imagine I’ve written, I was inspired by @a-schuylerr  ‘s poly!hamilsquad imagine, “heavy eyes”.  I wrote all this in one sitting, feel free to tell me if you like it or tell me some improvements, thanks :)

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Originally posted by scientists-and-stars

     Now you weren’t going to lie, You haven’t been sleeping very well the past few days. 

     All the boys were very busy. Hercules with his tailoring, he is having to deal with a very picky rich woman who wanted everything to be her way or the highway. 

     Alexander was busy with all the work his boss, George Washington, was giving him. Then there is always fighting with Jefferson. 

     And John is busy…. Well you aren’t really sure what he’s been busy with, he’s just going in and out of the apartment constantly.

     Then there was Lafayette. He was busy with volunteering at a local high school, tutoring children learning French. In fact, he is loving teaching his native tongue to the youngsters so much that he is thinking of possibly applying to be an official French teacher.

     Now listen, it wasn’t that the boys were ignoring you, not by any means. They were just all so busy. Alex was staying up all night until dusk working on god knows what on his computer. Here being kept up late in his shop working on all his clothes he was making. John doing whatever it was John was doing.

     The point is, they all got into bed once you were asleep and all at ungodly hours in the morning. You missed cuddling with them. And you tried you damn hardest to get them all to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but no matter your persuasive tactics, they would not budge from their respective places.

     You all had the day off today, though they were at home, they were all still doing work. You were up, but still very sleep deprived and feeling sorta needy, you needed to touch them, you missed them. 

     But, it didn’t matter that you missed them and all you wanted to do was cuddle and watch a movie and eventually fall asleep. It didn’t matter because you had to go to the supermarket to get some food.

     “Hey guys, I’m going to go to the store to get some food, anyone want anything?” you asked by the front door slipping on your favorite pair of boots, ‘cause it’s cold as hell in New York during the winter.

      To your surprise, both Laf and John jumped up and said they’d join you.

      You were more than happy to have them come along. The three of you set off down the stairs of your building after you all put on your coats, Laf made sure both you and john had on a scarf and a beanie and were warm enough. 

     Once at the store you took out your list of items you needed and the three of you set off to look for your desired items. The trip ended up taking much, much longer than anticipated, it took two and a half hours.

     By the time you were in the check-out line, you were leaning heavily on Laf’s shoulder with your hand intertwined with his. John was looking at the two of you with so much love in his eyes. 

     “Mon amor, are you tired?” Laf teased.

     “Mhm,” was the only response you were able to produce.

     While you were waiting in this horridly long line, you closed your eyes. Above your head John and  Laf glanced at each other, down at your sleepy form, back at each other, then smirked.

     The boys love it when you got sleepy, ‘cause when you got sleepy you got clingy and cuddly and become very dependent on your four boys to take care of you and hold you. 

     John quickly texted both Herc and Alex to tell them that you were in this mood. He told them to get some blankets out and wrap up whatever they were working on.

     All whilst checking out, you leaned on Laf and mumbled half awake sentences about hurrying up. John and Laf only internally “awwww”ed and lightly chuckled at you behavior.

     On the car ride back to your apartment you sat in the back with John cuddled up to his side, your head on his chest. His soft humming, one hand running through your hair, the other rubbing your thigh in soothing motions, and the steady rise and fall of his chest were all coaxing you into sleep. 

     When you got back to the apartment building, John shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, you closed them again, your eyebrow creasing with the unwanted and unexpected awakening. You slowly brought you hands, curled in loose fists, to softy rub your eyes.

     “W-wha’s goin’ on? Wha’ happened?” you murmured sleepily

     “You fell asleep, baby girl, we’re back at the building now, you gotta get up,” John replied, a smile on his face. You were just so damn adorable.

      “Oh,” you pouted slightly, you were so tired you couldn’t see straight. You lifted your arms with as much strength as you could muster and made grabby hand at Laf, signaling to him that you wanted to be carried,

     Laf chuckled and did that thing people do when they see something so cute they frown and smile at the same time, trying not to exclaim out loud how cute and adorable and precious you were being.

     Laf scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you arms wound tightly around his neck and nuzzled you head into the crook of his neck. His hands rested at you lower back and one under your jean-clad bottom to ensure you don’t fall. The placement of his hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, you hummed contently, loving the physical contact.

     Oblivious to you, Laf’s head shot up to make eye contact with John. Their eyes wide, trying their damnedest not to make any noises about you kola like behavior. 

     Laf, with you curled around him, carried you to the elevator, John strolled behind you two, looking at your head and how every now-and-then you would nuzzle your nose into his neck, your eyes closed and a content smile in your face.

     When you finally got to your floor and into to the apartment, Laf set you on the bench near the front door that the five of you use to put extra bundle necessities in, and to sit in to put on and take off your shoes. 

     After taking off his own shoes, John bent down to unite and take off your shoes. While he was busy doing that you very slowly took off you coat and other winter accessories. 

     You softly rubbed you eyes again and looked up at John, who had now stood at full height, looking down at you making sure you got everything off without trouble. He smiled at you and offered you his hand. You smiled a small smile back and took his hand. He helped you up and you leaned against him.

     As you neared the living room, your feet dragged. You were just so sleepy. 

     Alex was sitting all alone on the couch. Unknown to you, Laf had quickly gone to him once he saw Alex was seated on the couch and told him of your adorable sleepy clingy behavior. He kissed him and told him he needs to cuddle with you alone for a minute. 

     Once Alex saw you his face lit up, when he saw how you leaned on John and how cute you looked. His smile got bigger and internally thanked whatever god or gods there were that this beautiful woman, and handsome freckled man beside her, loved him. Alex could write for days on how beautiful and adorable you looked, clinging to John’s arm.

     “Awwww, come here sweetheart,” Alex said to you, winking at John, silently telling him he knew what was going on and what was going to happen. John walked the two of you over to the couch, you crawled into Alex’s lap nuzzling you head into his neck, one hand at your side, the other wound in his hair. 

     Above your head John gave Alex one or two affectionate greeting kisses. After they parted, John planted a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, then headed to the kitchen to help put up the couple of food bags Laf had taken from him before you even registered that you needed to take off you coat, just seconds ago. He kissed Herc for maybe a little longer than needed, but nobody was objecting. The two men who went with you on your shopping trip filled in Herc on how cute you were acting, how they just love you leaning on them, your clingy-ness, your little stumble shuffle combo as you attempt to walk at a reasonable pace. 

     Alex looked down at you fondly and said something you didn’t quite catch… Wait, when did you get into Alex’s arms. Ohhh, he so warm, and smells so good. And him rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other on your knee and thigh. Good lord- you could drift off into sleep right now. You feel his warmth and affection seeping into you, you were just too tired to know what was going on. His actions soothed you, you were falling asleep again, but you felt as if somewhere, far away, someone was trying to talk to you. You whimpered, burrowing your face closer to his neck, if that was even possible.

      You are just about to fall asleep once again you feel his chest rumble as he says, “Hmmm, how ‘bout that,love? Would you like that? Did’ya hear me, little one?”

     You grunted out a small “what”, getting metaphorically drunk of his warmth, sent, and the warm breath being blown on to your neck as he talks.

     He chuckled lightly, if you’d have been fully responsive at the time you would have heard the smile in his voice as he repeated himself, “I said, how ‘bout we get you out of those jeans and into some sweats and we can all cuddle in bed, we have all had a long week, I think we all deserve a cuddle session.”

      You slowly nodded, liking that idea, but not quite understanding in your half-asleep, well mostly asleep, daze.

     As soon as you had finished nodding, your other three amazing boyfriends came out of the kitchen, Herc in the lead, eager to see you and cuddle you. 

     Herc crouched down in front of you and Alex and rested a hand on your thigh softy to get your attention. Your eyebrows crease once again, like they did in the car before you slowly lifted your head from the crook of Alex’s neck and was met with the face of your fourth lover, who had an endearing smile on his face, looking at you fondly.

     “Hey there, sleepyhead,” Herc murmured to you, but the room was quiet enough that everyone herd it, even Laf and John who were embracing each other and smiling fondly and the small group on and in front of the couch.

     “H-herc, hey, man, I m-missed you,” you mumbled, not having enough energy to speak very loud. You slowly lifted your arms from Alex to attempt to latch on to Herc.

     Your lovers all chuckled, they found it amusing yet endearing that you called people “man” and “dude” when you were, or weren’t, tired.

     Herc easily picked you up spun around in the direction of the bedroom, all after you had wrapped yourself around him, just like you had done with Laff not even ten minutes ago.

     The rest of the boys followed in suit, John stopping by the thermostat to turn the heat down a little, once you were all five in bed, with all those big, furnace bodies *cough, cough* Laf and Herc *cough,cough*, somebody is bound to get a little over heated *cough, cough* you or Alex *cough, cough.*

     Herc set you down on you feet, Laff by your side to keep you from falling over. John get you someone’s boxers, probably Alex’s, and grabbed a Black Lives Matter shirt, probably Herc’s, judging by the size, just a little bigger than Laf’s shirt.  

      John tossed the boxers and shirt to Laf so he could help you undress and dress. While Laf help you, the other boys got in more comfy clothes as well. 

       Laf slowly slid your jeans down your legs, being very patient while you wobbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself when stepping out of them. Next came you panties, you were fine with being bare in front of them, they loved you for you. He steadied you as you stepped into the boxers. He slid them up your legs, when he stood at full height, he looked down at you and smiled, seeing your eyes closed and head tilting forward. 

      John kissed the place where Laf’s shoulder meets his neck and murmured in his ear, “You get comfy, I’ll finish changing our sleepy little one.”

     Laf nodded an okay, turned and kissed John on the lips, only to part a couple seconds late when they heard your tired needy whine. Laf chuckled against the freckled man’s lip, and muttered to him, “Our princess sure is cling today, better get moving, she just might, how you say… pass out? Oui, pass out.”

     Now it was John’s turn to nod. He pecked Laf’s lips once more, then turned to you. Your eyes were drooping closed, trying to stay awake, but failing.

     “Hey, darlin’, lets get you out of that shirt, huh?” John murmured against your forehead, his southern drawl coming out on certain words in his sentence. The more relaxed he was, the more that sweet hint of southern twang came out. Normally that would have soaked those boxers you were wearing, but you were much to tired to even fathom that.

     John slowly got your shirt and bra off, then slowly slid the shirt down your torso, his fingertips purposely skimming the sides of your breasts and your sides making you shiver and whimper a little. When you were sleepy and not focused, your skin’s sensitivity became heightened. But John knew not to go father, besides he was becoming more and more tired himself. When the shirt got to your waist he let go of the ends letting it fall and end a couple inches past your bottom. He pulled you in for a hug, which lasted at leas thirty seconds, your head facing sideways on the front of his shoulder.

     John released you from his tight embrace. Alex swept you up into his arms and guided you to the bed, where you crawled to the center, the sheets where ice cold making you whine as your sensitive skin came in contact with the ice cubes you called sheets. But hat discomfort faded away quickly as Herc settles in on your right, John cuddled beside him, Alex to your left, Laf on the other side of him. 

     You sunk into Alex and Herc’s warm embrace with no effort, sleepily think about how much you love your boyfriends. Them bed became warm. as the room filled up with the love and affection you held for each other. 

     You were the first to fall asleep, your boys soon to follow. 

     As you drifted off to sleep Alex’s arm curled around your waist, and Herc intertwined his fingers with yours. 

Imagine Wade Wilson introducing you to Matt Murdock

“Just don’t fall in love with him,” Wade pointed a finger at you.

You glared over at your best friend and scoffed. “Listen if I fall in love with him, I’ll give you 20 bucks.”

“I could use 20 dollars, haven’t been getting much work lately,” Wade started to stare off into the distance and you had to snap a finger in his face to get his attention back.

“Focus Wade,” you demanded looping a hand around his. The two of you crossed the street to some shitty dive bar and when you got to the door, Wade paused and looked at you.

“Listen you little shit,” he tried to harden his expression but a smile got the best of him. “I repeat do not fall in love with this guy.”

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Ice cream

Draco grunted as he fumbled with the collar of his dress shirt. His face was contorted in distaste as he felt little beads of sweat running down his neck. Ugh, disgusting! Potter had already pointed out that it was far too hot outside to be wearing a dress shirt, but Draco refused to wear the kind of sordid clothes Potter seemed to love so much. It suited him, of course, but Draco had a reputation to uphold.

That was a bit of a stupid reason, even Draco had to admit it, seeing as they were out and about in Muggle London, but Draco, unlike Potter, had class.

Them being friends was still very new to him and definitely needed some getting used to. Potter seemed already comfortable around Draco, always blabbering on about this and that, bumping Draco’s arm with his elbow, grinning at him mischievously…

Blaise had remarked that it very much seemed like he and Potter were dating, but that was just ridiculous. They had just met for coffee a few times, had gone to the movies (Potter’s idea of course and Draco was still a bit traumatised) and had gone for a few walks, like now. Yes, Draco had been a little surprised earlier when Potter had asked him if he wanted to come back to his place later for dinner, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary, was it? Friends did that… right?

As they continued walking down the street, Draco peered sideways and saw that Potter’s face was rather flushed and there were little beads of sweat running down his neck, too.

“Maybe we should have stayed inside today,” Potter wheezed. “I honestly don’t understand how you haven’t fainted yet.” He gazed at Draco’s shirt and his cloth trousers in discomfort.

“Well,” Draco began, eyeing Potter’s burgundy T-shirt and his short trouser, which reached to his knees, “I was taught elegance is a virtue, as well as endurance. Clearly, a concept which seems to be lost on you.” He let his eyes wander over Potter’s body and gave him an appraising look when their eyes met again. Potter seemed to stifle a giggle.

“What?” Draco snapped.

“Endurance,” Potter snorted. “Alright then.” He flashed Draco a toothy grin. Draco had no idea what was so funny about that, but didn’t get the chance to ask. Potter’s eyes had focused on something on the other side of the street. Draco turned around, but had no idea what had caught Potter’s attention.

“Wait here,” Potter told him and and sprinted off. Draco crossed his arms over his chest, huffing. What was Potter up to? And how dare he make Draco wait alone in the middle of the street like this?

Draco tapped his foot impatiently as the minutes passed by. When Potter finally came into view again, Draco saw that he was holding… two ice lollies?

“Here,” Potter said enthusiastically, holding one out to Draco. He gave it a quick glance and made a face.

“No thank you,” he grunted.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t like ice cream,” Draco shrugged. Potter’s eyes widened at that.

“What? How can you not like ice cream?” He sounded genuinely baffled.

“I just don’t.”

Potter kept staring at him, the incomprehension at Draco’s revelation clearly visible on his face.

“You’re dripping,” Draco noted with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Oh!” Only now did Potter seem to notice that the ice lollies were melting quickly, dripping all over his hands. He lifted one hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue over his knuckles slowly. Mesmerised, Draco watched as Potter did the same thing to his other hand.

“You sure you don’t want it?” Potter asked, oblivious to Draco’s sudden inner turmoil. Not trusting his voice at this moment, he just waved a dismissive hand in the air. Potter shrugged and lifted one of the ice lollies to his mouth.

Sweet Merlin!

Draco almost choked as Potter’s lips closed around the ice lollie. He pushed it deeper into his mouth and started sucking. Draco had to control himself not to clutch his chest in surprise. He winced when Potter made a slurping noise.

“You know,”  Potter said happily, “I had my first ice lolly when I was ten years old. I really like them.”

Draco had trouble concentrating on what Potter was saying, but still, a frown formed on his face.

“You hadn’t had ice cream before that?”

Potter shook his head and looked at the two ice lollies in his hands. They were both dripping like mad. He lifted one to his mouth again and licked it, painfully slow, from the bottom up, before sticking it in his mouth again. This time, he twirled it around, before releasing it again with a little ‘pop’.

Draco was sure he was about to faint. The heat wasn’t exactly helping, either.

“Potter,” he spluttered. He stepped forward and gazed at his mouth intently. “Ugh, you really are an imbecile, aren’t you?”

Potter’s mouth and his chin were smeared with the remnants of the ice lolly. Draco reached out and stroked the corner of Potter’s mouth with his thumb. He saw Potter’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“It’s sticky,” Draco muttered. He wasn’t really aware that he was leaning down, until his tongue made contact with Potter’s skin. Surprised by his own boldness, he quickly stepped back.

“I don’t know why I did that.”

Potter was flushed and he looked like he was trying to decide something.

“Sod that,” he suddenly muttered and let go of the two ice lollies. Before they hit the ground, Potter had his arms around Draco’s neck and their lips pressed together. Draco made a startled sound when Potter’s tongue pushed into his mouth. He tasted like artificial oranges. Yuck! But the things Potter apparently could do with that tongue…

“Let’s go back to my place,” Potter panted after a few moments. “Oh, but first, let me go back to that store real quick.”

Draco frowned.

“Why?”

“Because,” Potter said with one of his mischievous grins, “I want more ice cream.” He dropped his voice to a low, seductive whisper. “I want creamy, rich chocolate ice cream.” Draco shuddered at the way Potter was looking at him. “And I plan to lick it off your chest and out of your navel.”

This time, Draco really did choke. He recovered rather quickly, however, and grabbed Potter’s hand.

“Merlin, what are we waiting for?”

Haunting Me (Chap. 3)❤️

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader 

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Kidnapping. Major feels. 

72 Hours Earlier

Bucky was a hundred percent sure that he had seen the girl in front of him before. Maybe it wasn’t from face to face encounters, but he had in fact seen you. It started with the mission briefing he was given two days ago.

Pierce sat in front of him with that sly, devilish smile of his that made Bucky’s skin crawl. He opened the manilla folder in his hands and began reading everything about his mission, especially his target.

“The man you saw on the bridge earlier is a menace and needs to be terminated as soon as possible. Do you understand, soldier?” Bucky nodded silently. His eyes were focused on the picture in front of him, memorizing any necessary details. It was crucial for him, as he was expected to complete his missions without any unnecessary casualties.

“You see this woman, James?” Pierce pulled out another picture and held it in his face. It wasn’t a formal photograph by any means, it looked as if someone had snapped the picture of you as you walked about, doing your day to day things. The older man’s eyes watched Bucky’s closely, studying his face for any signs of reactions.

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he took in all of your features, especially your skin tone. You were quite beautiful, no doubt. Hydra had attempted numerous times to purge out any sort of unnecessary ways of thinking, especially the sense of attraction. Fortunately, as much as he was tortured, they failed to do just that he guesses.

“After you get rid of him, I want you do something…a bit unorthodox. A bit different from what you’ve done in the past.”

His eyes flickered between the picture and the man. Every time he asked him to do something “unorthodox” it usually meant something along the sadistic lines. The only time he was asked to do this was when he tortured a target. He didn’t enjoy that one bit. 

“I want you to find this girl, James,” he explained, peering down at him. 

“And I want you to impregnate her. By any means necessary.”

You shifted awkwardly as he studied your face. 

You felt like he was staring into your soul, into your very being and you felt so exposed. You were used to men staring at you sometimes, even if they were just giving you side glances, but the way this man was staring at you made you feel so hot in the face. 

“I think you must be mistaken, s-sir,” you stuttered. They must’ve really brainwashed him for him to believe something like that. You felt a pang of guiltiness as you thought about it. The poor man must have been abused in so many horrible ways for him to be having the delusions.

“But I-I’m only twenty two years old. Maybe you knew someone who looked like m-”

His eye twitched at your words and he ran a hand over his face in frustration. You immediately shut your mouth at his actions. He let out a growl before looking back at you. 

“I knew you,” he demanded. “I don’t know how, but I did. I saw you in my head after you cursed at me on the bridge.” 

Your eyes widened once again. You didn’t say it out loud, but he was probably having hallucinations. It was the only reasonable answer, but something struck you that he wasn’t the reasonable type. Not by a long shot. 

“Okay then…” you trailed off, looking around the room. You felt yourself shiver uncontrollably. It was freezing in the room, especially since the heat hadn’t been turned on yet and it was cold as ice outside by now. The sun had gone down all the way now and you were for sure that you were in the middle of nowhere. 

That’s when the sudden realization kicked in and you found yourself slowly starting to panic. You were trapped in here with this man, far away from the protection of Steve and the police. You didn’t see your purse anywhere in the room, meaning your phone was gone, along with your medication. 

Uh oh. 

You felt your chest begin to tighten, followed by the feeling of lightheadedness. Little black dots began to dance around your eyes, causing everything to blur. You mentally scolded yourself as you felt your breathing becoming uneven. You had struggled with anemia your entire life. Especially now, as an adult, you were having so many issues with battling it. Your doctor had prescribed you Iron pills which you were to take in cases like these, but of course, your pills were in your purse. 

Which was probably sitting in a random person’s possession right now. 

Bucky, noticing your state, leaned forward and placed the back of his hand onto your forehead. You weren’t running a fever, but you were reacting in a strange manner. He had no clue what was happening, he hoped you weren’t in any mortal trouble. 

“Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes wide as he watched you sway from side to side. You slumped over, but immediately, he caught you in his arms. Your head lolled onto his shoulder. 

He placed a hand onto your back, feeling along your clothed body until it was resting in a specific position. “Shit!” he muttered, before lying you on your back. He began untying your shoes, pulling the strings from the lace until they were loose enough for him to slide off of your feet. Once they were off, he reached froward and began unbuttoning your jeans. 

“N-No!” you gasped, causing him to jump and shift his gaze over to your horrified expression. “Get away!” you cried, pushing his hands away from your body. You tried to wiggle your legs in hopes of kicking him back, but in one move, he held your legs still with his metal arm.   

Bucky looked over at you, his face set in an extremely unhappy frown. “I’m not going to…” he trailed off, suddenly realizing why you were panicking. It wasn’t usual for him to feel guilt, but he felt it at that moment and it frightened him to no end. Who was this mysterious girl that caused him to react this way?

“You’re anemic,” he explained, although he was positive you already knew. “You need to get as much air as possible, along with any source of iron. You’re having an attack right now, which can last no more than thirty minutes without medical attention.” 

You were beyond shocked at his words. How did he know all these things? Anemia was a bit hard to spot unless you were a doctor. That meant, among the many things they taught him, they wired some medical training as well. 

You felt your chest tightening, sending you into a further panic. You hated feeling this way, the last attack you had was in fourth grade and it was borderline traumatizing. 

Bucky reached forward again, slower this time, and began unbuttoning your jeans slowly. You whimpered as he slowly tugged the material down your thighs, before discarding them to the side. He then made his way to the flannel you were wearing and began unbuttoning each of the little buttons and sliding the material off your body, leaving you in a small under tank top. 

He gently placed his hands on your side and rolled you over until you were lying on your side. You tried to inhale as much as possible, but without the medication, you knew you weren’t getting much rest tonight. 

Another shiver crept through your body, goosebumps forming along your body as the fall temperatures filled the room. You felt Bucky place the bed comforter onto your body, before standing once again. 

You had no idea what he was doing. You thought that maybe he was just going back to the table and occupy himself, but instead you felt the bed beside you dip from the weight of him. You felt your hands being pulled in front of you, causing you to open your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” you tugged your arms, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. He wrapped his flesh hand around your wrists as he placed one of your shoelaces around them and tied them into a knot. You winced, staring up at him in shock. 

“I’m making sure you don’t leave,” he said nonchalantly, his face void of all emotion. “I’m not finished with you yet.” 

You let out an angry sigh and yanked your wrists away with as much force as you could muster. “Well, I’m finished with your bullshit!” you spat. His eyes widened at your sudden courage. 

“I’ve been kidnapped, shot at, beaten and held captive against my will by you! The least you could do is treat me with some kind of decency! Why are you such a prick?” you couldn’t stop the string of insults that poured from your mouth no matter how hard you tried. You knew you messed up as soon as you saw his eye twitch. 

For some reason, he didn’t move. Or speak.

 He only stared at you, his eyes wide. 

1940

“Why are you such a prick?” 

You picked up the nearest object closest to you and launched it at your boyfriend’s head. The small container of blush landed right in his face, shattering all over his suit. You turned around in search of something else to throw, but you felt yourself being spun around forcefully. 

“Y/N, I swear on my life, I wasn’t flirting with that girl!” Bucky exclaimed. He tried to touch your cheek, but you moved away quickly. 

“Really?” you spat, your eyes narrowed. “Then why was she all over you? Why didn’t you stop her?” 

You and he had just come back from your first date, which consisted of the two of you driving out of town to another city and going to a drive-in. You knew there would be some friction because of your skin color, but when you pulled into the driveway, people started staring shamelessly. No matter how much you begged Bucky, he refused to leave. 

And to make matters worse, when he left the car to get snacks, he was immediately stopped by some brunette who was shamelessly hanging on his arm. Instead of turning her down, you watched as he laughed at all her little jokes and even gave her a hug. 

You were pissed. 

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, his tone becoming significantly softer. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him. He hated when you shut him out, especially since you two were together now. 

Bucky let out a small laugh, walking towards you with a dorky grin. You scoffed, eyeing him out the corner of your eye. Was he serious? Did he really think that little of your relationship?

“What is so funny?” you asked, glaring at him. 

Bucky bit back the grin that threatened to form on his face as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders. He bent down so that he was eye level with you and looked deep into your eyes. 

“Sugar,” he chuckled. “That girl was my sister, Rebecca.” 

Immediately, you felt so embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and let out a groan. You tended to overreact at times, your mother always told you it would be the death of you. She was right. 

Bucky let out another laugh at your flushed face and pulled you into a hug. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you close. 

“I’m so sorry!” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Don’t be, doll,” he replied, pulling away from you. He peered down at your smaller self and smiled down at you. He pried your hands away from your face, revealing you. 

“If it makes you feel any better,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Rebecca really, really wants to meet you.” 

“Are you alright?” you asked, waving your hand in front of Bucky’s face. 

He inhaled sharply, blinking away the memory that burned into his brain. He was right, he knew you. Just like he knew Steve. But the real question was, how on earth did you get here? 

Were you frozen as well? That was highly unlikely, as he would’ve known about it at one point. It was highly illogical, but maybe -just maybe- you were immortal. But that didn’t explain your memory loss. How were you not remembering as well. 

“Bucky?” you found yourself saying. His eyes snapped back to you at the sound of his name leaving your lips for the first time. You looked the same, from the frown on your face, to the length of your hair. How was this possible? 

“You’re really starting to worry me-”

“Jane,” Bucky spoke, his voice full of emotion. You cocked your head to the side.

Your name was Jane and you loved to wear red lipstick.” 

Alexander Pierce knew many things in this world. 

He knew that President Kennedy would’ve shaped the century if he had lived, he would’ve created a revolution for mutants. He knew that aliens did exist, also that there was life among other galaxies. He knew every dirty little secret the United States had swept under the rug, far away from the public’s knowledge. 

But one thing he didn’t know, was how on earth Y/N Y/L/N was not only alive, but the same exact age as 1942. To his knowledge, you weren’t put in a cryo chamber, or even accidentally frozen with Rogers. You died of lung cancer, for fuck’s sake. How the hell did you manage to leapfrog through time as well as Rogers and Barnes? 

Looking back on your medical history, you had nothing out of the ordinary. You were anemic, allergic to strawberries, and suffered from mild headaches sometimes, but that was it. Hell, you hadn’t been to the doctor in a few years, that’s how good your health was. So what gives? 

That’s when he started flipping through your family history. Your family wasn’t anything special, archives went all the way to the late 1800′s before they stopped. Pierce rubbed his temples as he stared down at the many papers scattered before him. 

The mission he gave Barnes was simple, but now that he went rogue and completely went MIA, he wasn’t so sure if his decisions were adequate. If he succeeded, you would be with child in no time. 

In the past Hydra had failed to create another Winter Soldier with lab work. The serum only worked in every one in a million chance, which was far too risky for him. Instead, he figured, maybe Hydra wouldn’t have to create another soldier. Barnes could. 

Not just any woman could be chosen. It had to be you. It was odd that you had popped up just in time, but your DNA was somewhat abnormal than others. Pierce was absolutely sure of it, but you had no idea as of now. 

You were a mutant. 

You could reincarnate yourself at will. 

- FIN! ❤️   


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Needy Puppy

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape

Genre: Smut

By: Admin Bean

ReaderXTaehyung

Notes: Dog hybrid Au, mentions of heats, bondage, 

Words: 2,946

Summary: Your hybrid dog boyfriend is at your house when his heat starts unexpectedly, a few of the boys come to help restrain him and leave you two alone so you decide to help him out~

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Bodyguard || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by chimneytaels

AN: This entire imagine Jungkook is called Jeon, just so nobody gets confused

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Angst


Your arms were crossed over your chest as you stared the man across the room down. His eyes were focused anywhere but you, not because he was shy or embarrassed to be around you, but because he didn’t think any of it would be worth his time. The only thing you were to him was another paycheck, and as long as the bills were paid, he had no reason to complain.

On the other hand, you had every right. Ever since your father had hired the Jeon man to watch over you, your life had come to a halt. You were used to going out late at night and partying with strangers, but with him looking after you, you barely got out of the house without a follower. No matter where you went, he was there following after you.

The reason for the meeting now, one between your father and the Jeon man, was because of your latest escape attempts. Jeon had gone to lay down, thinking you had taken a nap and he had let his guard down. You left within seconds of him falling asleep and you thought that you had finally out smarted him, that you were finally going to be able to have a night to yourself.

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My Accidental Alpha

Summary: You never expected to have an Alpha, it never really featured in your life plan. Yet here you are, with your best friend’s claim on your neck for all to see. Trying to figure out where to go from here, however, proves to be a bigger challenge than it should be.
Pairing
: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader
Words
: 2362
Warnings
: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut. 
AN: This is a continuation of this Drabble that I wrote forever ago! I’m not sure how happy I am with how it turned out, but hey-ho… it is what it is!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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You took advantage of the brief lull in your heat to groggily drag yourself out of bed and towards the Bunker’s kitchen, disregarding your clothes considering you hadn’t bothered with them in almost three days since you started your heat started and the boys retreated to a local motel. The usually cold corridors and floors felt blissful on your heated skin, sending chilled tingles up your feet as you walked.

It seemed to take an awfully long time to get there, but you soon found yourself in front of the sink, glass in hand, waiting for the running water to go cold.

You had no idea then that Dean was right around the corner, hastily making his way to the kitchen where he’d left his laptop, his head down and face screwed up in concentration as he fought to ignore your scent. You had no idea that, when you turned to head back towards your room, you’d walk right into him, letting the glass fall to the floor and smash as Dean’s hands closed around your arms to stop you from falling backwards. No idea that, shortly after that encounter, Dean would have you pinned beneath him, writhing as you chanted his name, his face in your neck, just moments before he’d sink his teeth in and lay his claim on you.

No… all you needed was a glass of water. You never realised something so simple would throw your life in a completely new direction.


Dean didn’t come back.

Instead, you got another text from him about 3 hours later saying that, while the two of you had been… occupied, Sam had confirmed that the mysterious deaths in Ohio that they’d been looking into were, in fact, their kind of thing, and that they’d set off straight from the motel. Needing to look into the cases more was the reason he’d needed his laptop in the first place.

Of course, he hadn’t told Sam exactly what he’d been doing that night, but, apparently, the younger Winchester just assumed he took off to a bar after thinking better of going into the Bunker while you were still there.

…Oh, how wrong he’d been.

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