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Steve’s little Sister - Part 7

You are Steve Roger’s little sister. You grew up with him and Bucky in Brooklyn but after both their deaths in the war you were left alone. Skip forward seventy years and with the help of SHIELD you survived and are now reunited with your brother and best friend. The Avengers, however, don’t know you exist until one day Steve introduces you and things in the tower become very interesting. (eventual BuckyxReader) (post CACW)


Word Count: 1511 (a shorter chapter this time)

WARNINGS: fighting (physical and verbal), mentions to panic attacks, overprotective Bucky and asshole Steve

Title: Steve’s little Sister (part 7)

Note: Eek! It’s finally up. I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to post the next part I’m drowing in all my Uni work. I’m supposed to be doing my folio that’s due in two days but instead I’m posting this. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it!

You woke with a groan, cursing yourself for leaving your blinds open. Without opening your eyes you groggily tried to roll over and go back to sleep but you found you couldn’t. A heavy weight was resting across your waist, holding you in place. That’s when it all came back. That’s when you remembered the night before. Your anxiety over Steve’s mission. The fight with your brother. And then coming to the only person you felt would understand.


You never left your blinds open, never. But Bucky does. Which means you’re in Bucky’s room. In his bed. As though he could read your thoughts Bucky shifted behind you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Left arm draped around your waist and chest pressed flush against your back Bucky was a warm comforting presence behind you. His head was resting in the crook of your neck and you could feel his warm, even breaths fanning across the back of your neck.

You released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and relaxed into Bucky’s hold. It was clear he was still asleep and you didn’t want to wake him. Didn’t want whatever this was to end. So instead you closed your eyes and tried falling back asleep.

Typically though your thoughts wandered back to the events of the night before. Steve’s words floated through your head.

“No. that’s final.” Steve ordered firmly pulling away and turning around.

You could feel tears brimming at your eyes and tried to think of something else. Anything else. But every time you tried your thoughts would always return to those words.


Releasing a loud sigh you admitted defeat and hoping it will allow you some sleep, you let your mind to play your fight with your brother over and over in your head. Every word. Every painful second. Thankfully the pull of sleep rescued you from the memories and when you came to again you were lying on your back in an empty bed, the blinds beside you closed.

Confused, and secretly hoping the night before was all a bad dream, you slowly sat up and stretched your arms up in the air. Your hope vanished as you took in the military neatness of the room you were in. Clearly not yours then, you could actually see the floor in here. You released a dark laugh before crawling to the side if the bed and sitting down. You were still in your clothes from the night before bar your shoes which stood neatly next to the door.

“Morning doll,” came a deep gravely voice from behind you, “You feeling alright?” A figure walked around to your side of the bed and squatted in front of you. Bucky held out a glass of water to you and nodded for you to take it. You didn’t move and instead continued to stare blankly at him.

“Ok,” Bucky continued with a bit of a cringe, “maybe that wasn’t the best question to ask. At least drink the water. You cried a lot last night and you need to rehydrate.”

With bright red cheeks you ducked your head and took the glass Bucky offered draining it in one go. Bucky chuckled at that and placed the empty glass on the side table. He paused for a moment looking as though he was thinking before he turned back to you and placed a hand on your knee. Looking up you could see so many questions in his eyes but also a deep care and concern. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on you and you felt your whole body heat up your mind wandering to when Bucky held you.

“Doll. What’s wrong? What happened?” he probed carefully looking up at you with his clear blue eyes and snapping you from your thoughts.

“Nothing Buck,” you lied unconvincingly being unable to meet his eyes.

Bucky hummed unconvinced and continued humorously, “forgive me doll, but I find that hard to believe.”

You didn’t reply instead opting to play with the hem of your shirt. Noticing your fidgeting Bucky stopped your movement by taking both of your hands in his. Shocked, you looked up and felt yourself melting under the look that Bucky gave you.

“y/n, Doll, please? What happened? You came to my door distraught and in tears. I’m worried about you, please.” Remembering your words from the night before Bucky added, “I’m right here. You’re not going to lose me.”

His words had the effect he’d hoped they would and you felt yourself relax in the knowledge that you still had him. With Bucky’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand you took a shaky breath and began your story.

“I had a fight last night.” You paused trying to figure out how to tell your tale and Bucky waited, knowing first hand how hard it was to open up. Eventually you did and you told Bucky everything. You tried to play down the details but every time you did Bucky could tell and pulled you up on it. You knew each other too well. When the tears started a fresh Bucky pulled you to him and held you tight. It felt as though you sat there forever.


Once he’d gotten you cleaned up and made sure you alright Bucky left you in Nat and Wanda’s safe hands. They didn’t ask any questions and he gave them no answers. Bucky’s expression gave them all the information they needed.

Something was wrong, it involved you and Bucky needed their help. In the few weeks you’d been with the team you’d become their family but the three of you had bonded closely. Bucky knew that they wouldn’t let you out of their sight, allowing Bucky to do what he needed to do. He was grateful for that.

Just a Bucky was about to round the corner and leave the room you pulled out from between your friends calling out,


Turning quickly he was just in time to catch you as you flung yourself into his arms. Burying your head in his neck you breathed in his scent before pulling back and wrapping your arms around yourself. Slightly embaressed you ducked your head before shyly looking up at Bucky and whispering,

“Thank you,”

Despite the torrent of feelings that were flowing through him Bucky smiled genuinely at you, ignoring the racing of his heart.

“Always, doll.” he replied simply before nodding at the two women behind you and leaving.

Retreating back to Nat and Wanda you ignored their concerned looks but allowed them to guide you away. You couldn’t help but to wonder where Bucky was going.

Bucky was going to give your punk of a brother a serious talking to. Still being morning, Steve would be in the gym doing his usual work out so that’s where Bucky headed. He was on a mission and didn’t break stride once. He didn’t notice the new cadets that turned down another corridor in a panic when they spotted him. Nor did he notice how Clint climbed up into the vents, knowing better than to engage anyone with that look on their face.. Bucky was fuming and with every step his anger grew. He really didn’t care about anything else.

Making quite the entrance Bucky slammed the door open and stalked towards Steve. Leaning against the wall he was talking with Sam but looked up when he heard the bang.

“Bucky.” he called out, not yet having picked up on his best friends mood, “where were you this morning, you missed our run.” Pushing off the wall Steve strolled leisurely towards Bucky until Sam placed a hand on his shoulder. Looking back and noticing Sam’s drawn face Steve hesitated and took a better look at his friend.

“Where was I?” Bucky answered so calmly, so carefully that both Steve and Sam took a step back. “Your sister came to me in tears last night. Seeing her like that, Steve, was…” at a loss for words Bucky took a deep breath before stepping forward and confronting Steve. “And then, when I’d finally calmed her down and got her to talk to me, she told me what happened. You fought with her. You yelled at her Steve. You didn’t even listen to her point of view.” With each word Bucky’s voice grew causing Steve to shift on his feet.

“Do you have any idea what it must have been like for her once we were… gone?” Bucky asked quietly, searching Steve’s face for any sign of remorse. When he found none he stepped back, his face growing stony again.

“I’ll tell you what I told her. It’s not happening.” replied Steve stubbornly as he straightened up in response to Bucky’s challenge.

“That’s not your choice to make Steve.” argues Bucky, taking another step forward.

“Hell it is.” retorted Steve also stepping forward.

His temper having been worn thin already Bucky snapped and swung at Steve landing a square blow directly on his jaw.

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crossed wires

Saskia helps Jaal, and comes away with something she did not expect. Jaalmance, pre-relationship, ao3 link

“I understand, Lexi,” Saskia said, for perhaps the sixth time as the asari followed her from the Tempest’s bridge.

“Do you?” Her voice was hard, that perfect mixture of stern disappointment and endearing exasperation that Saskia had come to find surprisingly comforting. “Because I feel like my words are flying straight over your head.”

“Is that supposed to be a joke about my height?”

Lexi said nothing as they stopped at the research hub. Saskia looked back to see the asari staring at her with furrowed brow, but the start of a smile.

“I would never make fun of one of my patients. But I’m serious, Saskia,” her voice dropped again, eyes intent and analyzing, “you need to be more careful in the field. You weren’t trained for combat, not for this kind of combat, anyway. Let everyone else take the hits. You and SAM can hang back. You’re more valuable alive than with your spine broken.”

Saskia took a deep breath, trying not to wince as her shoulder throbbed. “I know. But I can’t help if a wraith throws me ten feet into the air.”

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One thing I hate about peer evaluations is when you’re partnered with someone at a very different level than you. This is probably more difficult for the person who is at the higher level, though. Do you grade someone well just for trying as hard as they seemingly can? Or do you knock them for the quality of their work, especially if you are forced to redo the work they did because it’s not of quality? What do those people actually deserve?

It becomes an ethical question. But on a more functional level, I suppose it depends on whether or not I want to be a bitch that day, and how much extra time I had to spend correcting that other person’s lackluster work.

I imagine that, to some extent, this matters less in the real world in situations outside of where something like author rank (i.e., credibility) would be especially relevant. Picking up someone else’s slack for the sake of making your group’s work better quality just seems like something someone with a meticulous eye would want to do. Be silent of minor deficiencies and let people know you’re better by the quality of your work. It speaks for itself.

Owned - pt 11

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

“Y/N. Please.”

“Namjoon…please stop calling me. Think things through first.”

“Just tell me where you are. This is stupid. We need to talk. Running away from your problems won’t fix them.” He growled.

“Don’t you see that’s exactly what you’re doing?”

“Well what am I supposed to do when you turned everyone against me?” He yelled.

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Originally posted by livingstills

Prompts: “I like your laugh”

“What other hidden talents do you have?”

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

“Are you sure it’s safe going out in the wood’s today?” Merlin asked as he trailed closely behind you as you both walked down the corridor from Gauis’s workroom. “Gauis said we’re supposed to get a storm.”

You looked over your shoulder to him and smiled, throwing your cloak over your shoulders and tying the red string.”Merlin, I don’t think a little rain will kill me.”

“Perhaps I could go with you?” He offered, moving sharply to stand in front of you, blocking your pathway.

Your eyes went wide for a second when he suddenly appeared in your sight but you gave him a sideways look. “You’re acting very strange,” You pointed as you took a step towards him, placing the back of your hand on his forehead. “Are you feeling well?”

Merlin’s eyes met yours and his cheeks suddenly heated up, adorning them with a light pink hue. “N-No?” He said with an embarrassed laugh.

“You’re warm, perhaps you should go back to Gaius,” You suggested as you withdrew your hand. “I think you might have a fever.”

For fear of embarrassing himself further, Merlin nodded silently and quickly walked passed you, tripping on his feet as he did so, causing you to send him another worried look.

“…I meant to do that.” He covered quickly, straightening himself up and clearing his throat as he walked away at a fast pace.

Merlin kept his gaze locked on the ground until he was safely out of your eyesight before he crashed into the nearest wall, leaning his head back on th cool stone and placing his hands over his eyes as he sighed.

“Well,” A voice called obnoxiously, causing Merlin’s eyes to shoot open as he saw Prince Arthur standing a few feet away from him with his arms folded and a knowing smirk on his stupid face. “That was pitiful.”

Merlin groaned as he pushed himself from the wall. “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” Arthur said as he gave him a look. “I also thoroughly enjoyed the part where you tripped on your own two feet.”

Merlin adverted his eyes and toyed with his scarf, opting to stay silent instead of making the whole situation worse for him.

Arthur raised an eyebrow at the absence of some clever remark that usually came after his teasing. “Come along, I have a coat that needs to be mended.” He called as he turned around and started walking in the other direction.


Though Merlin was grateful for distraction in repairing the many tears on the seams of Arthur’s hunting coat, he could help but be worried for you. The wind had already started to pick up and howl against the panes of the castle windows.

The clouds were swirling in a more moody shade of grey, and after only a few moments, rain started to fall and leave wispy patterns on the clear glass.

“Then whenever you’re done you can take my sword to the armory and-” Arthur stopped talking whenever he realized Merlin was staring blankly at the window. “I suppose I’m talking to myself then?” He asked as his voice rose.

Merlin’s attention slowly snapped back to the blonde prince and he blinked. “Sorry, we’re you talking to me?”

Arthur looked at him sideways. “No, actually I was referring to the unicorn in the corner of the room.” He said with a sarcastic tone. “Yes, I’m bloody talking to you. You’ve been giving sad eyes to the windows since you stepped foot in this room,” He stood from his chair and walked to the other end of the window. “So, tell me what’s wrong with you.”

Merlin’s eyes shot to his for a moment before they drifted back to the window. “It’s (Y/n), she’s out in the woods collecting some herbs for Gaius, and I can’t help but worry.”

“Because you fancy her?” Arthur asked, although he was well aware of the answer.

Merlin’s nervous laugh escaped his throat as he scratched the dark hair at the back of his neck. “I-I dunno if I’d call it that, but I do worry about her well being.”

Arthur rolled his eyes at the awful attempt of a lie his friend was trying to pull. “I highly doubt a little storm could hold back our (Y/n). You have nothing to worry about.”

Merlin smiled and was about to thank him when a large roll of thunder sounded in their eyes and lighting flashed clashed across the sky. Now it was Arthur’s turn to laugh nervously. “I’m sure she’s on her way home now, don’t worry.”


Merlin didn’t say much for the next hour, trying his best to quickly get all of his work done so he could go see if you had returned safe and sound. Arthur must have noticed the nervous fidget of Merlin’s movements because it didn’t take long for him to dismiss him and practically push him out of the door of his chambers and telling Merlin to say hello to you on his behalf.

Merlin jogged his down the staircases and corridors until he was finally at the door of his and Guias’s room. He took the opportunity to catch his break and fix his hair, making sure his clothes looked presentable and pulled open the door.

Unfortunately to his dismay, Merlin was greeted with the empty room instead of you sitting by the fire with Gaius as you read another book listening all the medical herbs in the kingdom.

“Gaius?” Merlin called out as he stepped inside, checking for any signs of you being there.

“Here!” Came his voice from the adjoining room. “You’re early.” The older man said as he dropped a pile of books onto the wooden work table.

“Arthur let me out early.” Merlin said as he walked further into the room, trying to hide the fact that his mind was racing and trying to figure out where you could be.

“Before you ask, no she hasn’t returned since I sent her off.” Gaius said as he raised a hand and sat down on his bench.

“But shouldn’t that worry you?” Merlin asked his hands tightly wound together and apart as his mind went.

“She’s a grown woman who is more than capable in handling herself, sit down and wait with me.” Gaius said as he opened one of his books. “Light a few candles for me and try to calm yourself.”

Merlin quickly set about his task, shamelessly using magic when his hands kept fumbling the matches. Thought he eyes darted to the door every time he heard a noise, thinking you would appear.

Gaius continued to assure him of your safety, explaining you often liked to take your time in the forests regardless of the weather, once even telling him how in nature is where you felt the most at peace and calm.

Merlin finally came to rest as he sat down opposite Gaius and rested his head in his folded arms, head facing the door so he could keep watch for you.

Time passed and Merlin felt his eyes growing heavy as the fatigue from the day started to catch up with him. His eyes were closed for a maybe a minute or so when the door finally creaked opened.

Merlin was up in an instant and his heart leaped when he saw the embroidered swirls in the deep crimson of your cloak and the woven basked you always carried brimming with colorful flowers and plants.

You turned around and looked at them. “Sorry, I’m so late,” You said through breathless pauses as you dropped the basket next to Gaius. “But I was able to find everything you needed and then some.”

Gaius let out a delighted chuckle as he searched through the herbs. “I must say, you are the best at what you do.”

You removed the hood of your cloak and Merlin finally realized the state of your appearance.

Your hair was dripping from the rain and strands of it stuck matted to your forehead. Your cheeks were rosy from the cold and he could see the rise and fall of your chest as you caught your breathe.

Though despite that the smile was ever clear on your face and Merlin could see the glimmer to your eyes.

Gaius cleared his throat when he saw how intently Merlin was looking at you. “My dear! We should get you a warm cloak and I’ll have Merlin make you something so you won’t get a cold,” He said, taking your arm and pulling a bench closer to the fire.

Merlin immediately went to the draft cabinet without having to be told and found exactly what would help you before taking Gaius’s place beside you.

“I shall be in the other room if you need me.” Gaius said as he handed Merlin a dry brown cloak to give you as he let yours up to dry.

Merlin turned to you and handed you the medicine. “Did you have any troubles on your adventure?”

He heard a soft laugh leave you as you downed the earthy-tasting liquid. “Not at all, it was nice to clear my head.”

Merlin smiled and moved to stand behind you as he placed the cloak over your shoulders. “Now let’s hope you don’t catch a cold.”

“Would you take care of me if I did?”

“Of course, m'lady.” Merlin mused as he bowed to you. “I live to serve.”

That brought out a proper laugh from your lips and it made it heart jump.

“I rather like your laugh.” He thought aloud and you both shared a tender smile before his eyes caught sight of your hands.

They were a little dirty and you had several cuts on the knuckles of your fingers. “What did you do?” He asked in a concerned tone and he gently sat down again, taking your hands in his.

“Oh just a few small scratches from some thorns, don’t worry too much.” You said before laughing at the expression he gave you.

“I’ll have to patch you up then, won’t I?” He asked before assembling some gauze and few soothing salves before quickly returning to your side and tending your hand.

You watch him carefully wrap up your fingers without trying to hurt you. “You’re good at this, any other hidden talents?”

Merlin laughed and shook his head as he tied the final piece of gauze. “If I ever figure them out you’ll be the first to know.”

He examined his work, and without realizing it he had lifted your hands and kissed the bandages, something his mother often did when he injured himself.

You didn’t mind but the instant Merlin realized what he’d done he apologized profusely before you calmed him down.

“I really didn’t mind.” You said to him with an assuring smile before you turned your attention to the fire.

Merlin’s heart fluttered in his chest and his head felt dizzy. Had he just really kissed you? Sure it was simply on your hands but that still was an act of affection he bestowed upon you.

In his adrenaline rush, Merlin turned to you. “(Y/n)?”

You hummed to let him know you were listening, and it wasn’t till your eyes met that he asked you something that had been on his mind for some time.

“Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

You were taken by the question at first, never really expecting him to say it you of all people. And before you could even open your mouth, he was stuttering over apologies.

“Wrong moment-I have horrendous timing, I’m really sorry, forget I mentioned it-”

You couldn’t help but smile before you leaned over a placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “No, I don’t think I’d mind it at all.”

Merlin had the most shocked look you had ever seen on a man and you had to stifle a laugh. “I hope you have a good evening, and tell Gaius I shall return his cloak tomorrow.”

He didn’t say anything but his eyes followed yours as you approached the door.

You turned around and smiled at him. “Goodnight, Merlin.”

Merlin waited until he was absolutely certain you weren’t coming back his hand found the place where your lips made contact on his skin and a smile appeared on his face that was bright even the rain clouds couldn’t dim.

anonymous asked:

How do I get motivated in general? I just cannot focus on studying or reading or even just cleaning my room. I used to be able to read for hours or do anything for a while but now 20 minutes into something I get distracted and end up cleaning my room when I'm supposed to be studying. Basically I do everything I'm not supposed to do. How do I get motivated and stay focused?

Hi! Well, your case sounds a LOT like what is known as productive procrastination, which is procrastination 2.0 – you’re productive (e.g. you clean your room), but you’re not doing what you should be doing (e.g. studying). It might be better than just doing nothing, but in the end it’s still procrastination. 

I’ll link you to some resources below, but the best advice I can give you is to write a detailed list of what you want to get done today (not just any day, today), and don’t quit until every thing on that list is crossed off. Obviously you shouldn’t put too much on it, but a reasonable amount of both studying and household tasks will do! Try that out for a week and you’ll see that once you get used to doing things for a longer time again, it’s like you never stopped. pomodoros can help with studying (start with ten minutes, then gradually increase the amount of time to 15, 20, 30 etc!). 


i hope this helped! :)


“Hey, where’s the new Foo Fighters album?”

“Uhh, I saw it around somewhere, hang on a second.”

“Oh Black Sabbath?” the annoying kid scoffed, “do you even like them, or are you just wearing that to look cool?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a girl, I doubt you really like music like that!” Is this fucking kid for real?

“Shouldn’t you be at school or something?”

“If you’re such a fan , name all their albums!”

“Oh, I’ll name all their albums, alright,” I roared, “right after I kick your scrawny ass from here to Twinbrook, you little shit!“ The annoying kid took off pretty quick, but not before buying that goddamn record because I’m excellent at customer service.

A Short Time Later…

"Fuckkkk I’m so boreddddddd!”

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Roommate || Part 2

Hey guys! Sorry to leave you hanging, I’ve just been busy with school and work :( I know I haven’t been taking in requests lately but feel free to leave requests and I’ll do my best to write them:) here’s part 2 to roommate, if you haven’t read part 1 please do!

Note: a little messy




It was around 8 am on a Sunday morning. You decided to make breakfast before heading to work. You let out a yawn as you mix the pancake batter.

You didn’t get much sleep last night considering there was security guarding your entire house. You knew security was suppose to make you feel safe but in the contrary it made you even more terrified.

You flip the pancakes that were already on the pan, humming a few tunes.

“Mmm something smells good.” You hear Justin say as he enters the room. You turn around smiling.
“Yeah it’s-”
You immediately get cut off as you watch Justin pick up your plate before taking a bite out of a pancake.
“My breakfast…” you say slowly continuing your sentence. You glare at him as he takes another but out of the pancake. Who does this guy think he is? You thought to yourself. You take a deep breath before closing your eyes.

Justin takes a few more bites, savouring every bite. “Thanks. It’s really good!” He says finishing ‘your’ breakfast. You roll your eyes, before taking another deep breath.

This whole breath thing wasn’t working. It was not relaxing at all.

“Look Justin I know we agreed for you to stay here for the night but that doesn’t mean you can go eating my breakfast!” You say raising your voice a little, before crossing your arms.

Justin places the plate on the counter before chuckling. “Someone’s a little grumpy this morning.” He says before pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

You glare at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get much sleep because one, you barged into my house in the middle of the night, second, I was too busy thinking on how I’m going to explain this to Selena?!” You say panicked, as you begin to think of her reaction.

“Chill…” He says calmly, and you swore you were losing your patience every second. “You worry too much.” He says before taking a sip of his orange juice. How was he so calm through all of this?! You thought to yourself.

You knew if Selena found out you were leeting her 'ex-boyfriend’ stay at your place she would take it the wrong way. You didn’t have time to explain things to her, you just wanted Justin out of the house before the situation got worse.

“I will fucking strangle you.” You say pretending to throw your hands around his neck. Justin chuckles once again before placing his dishes in the sink. He turns towards you but you turn away from him irritated.

Justin sighs. “Look Y/N, I’m sorry, but I’m serious you shouldn’t worry, we’re not doing anything wrong… are we?” He asks, leaving you to wonder the same thing. He did have a point. We weren’t doing anything wrong.

“No, but-”

“Then it’s all good.” He says flashing you a smile, cutting you off. You look at him with a slight smile before shaking your head.

Deep down, you wanted to scream.

It’s been two days since Justin has been staying here and it’s been driving you insane.

He doesn’t clean up after himself, he always leaves the toilet seat up, his crew and security barge in all the damn time, and he’s been eating all the food. While Prince Charming here has been living the life, you’ve been living a nightmare.

You search frantically around the kitchen not being able to find your all time favourite ice cream. You knew it sounded ridiculous but with all this stress going on, it was the only thing you needed.

After a few minutes of desperate searching, you forgot you weren’t the only one living here.

“Justin where the hell is my ice cream?!?!” You yell, a few seconds later, “What are you talking about?” Justin yells back, before walking downstairs. He enters the kitchen confused.

You turn to look at him, and your mouth immediately drops. Justin was well dressed, he was wearing a fancy suit and everything. Damn did he look good.

Justin winks as he catches you staring at him. You cough awkwardly, snapping out of your thoughts.
“My ice cream. Where is it?” You say calmly, trying to play it cool as possible. Justin chuckles and you felt your cheeks go red from embarassement.

“Oh that. I ate it on my way to my shoot”. He says before grabbing his keys from the counter.

“You’re unbelievable” you groan, before running your hands through your hair. You were beginning to lose your patience and you didn’t know how long you could keep it together. Justin chuckles turning to leave, but he suddenly turns around. You look up, he sighs for a moment before looking at you.

“Look I know I’ve been a burden to you, but you’re doing a real big favour for me and I don’t know how I can repay you…” he says sincerely.

“Oh I can name a few things…” you say sarcastically before taking a seat on one of your counter high chairs.

“Name it. Just please let me stay here for the week, please?” He asks desperately.

“Justin this will look really bad for the both of us…” you say feeling hesitant. You knew what the aftermath would look like and you didn’t know if you were able to handle all the risks.

“I know…” he says slowly, looking down. For a moment you felt sympathy for him, but you shook it off and stood by your desicion.

“I’m surprised this hasn’t made it to the headlines yet…” you say which was true. With him being a celebrity you expected this to be all over the news.

“Trust me. No one will find out, I’ve been very careful lately, and security has been tight.” He says befor epointing to all the men that were outside.

You still felt hesitant, but just as you were about to decline his request, Justin looks at you with puppy eyes. You roll your eyes before crossing your arms. “You do know that doesn’t actually work.” Justin doesn’t listen as he begins to pout, quivering his lopes . You look at him disgusted with his attempt to win you over. Justin then suddenly goes down on his knees and begins to beg. “Okay! Fine whatever.” You say embarrassed before quickly helping him get up.

“Yes!” He yells happily before jumping into the air, cheering.

“On one condition..” you say sternly, Justin immediately stops celebrating.

“What?” He says confused before looking at you.

“My house, my rules, understand?” You say in a serious tone which catches Justin’s full attention.

Justin groans before looking at you. “Aw man, when did you become so strict?” He pouts, as you try not to laugh at his reaction.

“Ever since you ate my ice cream…” you say smirking.

To be continued….
Ardyn Izunia - YouTube

Okay so here’s that Ardyn playlist I was supposed to do like days ago lol

Mind you some of them might be kind of vaguely interpreted in my own mind to be very Ardyn at all, and some are included more for their sound than just their lyrics.

Anyway, watch out for some black metal in there in case that ain’t your thing. It’s loud. :3

cel-aelin  asked:

Ok so I've been thinking a lot lately about how manon is immortal and dorian isn't. I know somewhere in the books it said you could bind your life to your mate's so you would die with them, but i just can't see Manon doing that? I mean, i suppose she would feel obligated to stay alive so she can rule the witches. I don't know, thoughts?? I love your blog btw, you're awesome

I have five thoughts on this.

1. The sacrifice Elena asks Manon to make (that Maas conveniently left out) I think might be her iron and/or her immortality. Her iron melting almost happened when Kaltain used her Shadowfire on her, and it’s potentially what the Waste curse means when it says “when iron melts.”

2. Dorian’s magic might make him immortal. If it prioritized keeping him alive, why then would it not prevent aging? Aging is just a slow death.

3. I don’t think Manon should give up her immortality for a man, but she is also over a century old. And for that entire 100+ years, she was abused. So to give up her immortality to spend the next 50-60 years happy and loved, does not seem like such a jump for me. Or such a bad way to die. I think if Asterin could go back, she might decide to give up her immortality to spend whatever time she could with her hunter and not have to live knowing she’ll never see him again.

4. They could spend whatever time they have if he is mortal and she is immortal. But if that’s the case, I kind of wonder if Dorian wouldn’t eventually “White Fang” Manon because he doesn’t want to put her through watching him die. And because he doesn’t want to have to think about her being sad once he is dead. For her to watch him age and slowly fall apart while she stayed young and beautiful would be a very cruel thing. And I think Manon would stay until the very end, and I don’t know that Dorian would want that for her. 

5. I don’t know that Manon is going to rule the Wastes like a queen-queen. I think it might be her title, but I feel as thought she uniquely understands what happens when rulership and power is too consolidated. I could see her having a council of “Wise Witches” to oversee many decisions and laws. She would still hold a good chunk of power, but idk that she would rule from a castle and a thrown. She needs more freedom than that. And I think all she wants to do is bring her people home. She doesn’t really talk about ruling them. She just talks about returning them to their home. So idk. I don’t really think Maas will tell us how that all ends/works out. She doesn’t really world build.

anonymous asked:

If salem is technically your mother doesn't that mean cinder is technically your sister

Tyrian: Yes, I do suppose she is technically my sister. 

Tyrian, chuckles: I guess that must be the reason why we mess with each other so much. 

superwholock-stole-my-heart  asked:

Prompt: Pillow fight, pairing of your choice!

It was supposed to be a nice sleepover, well actually there wasn’t even suppose to be a sleepover, but of course Prince just had to break out the puppy dog eyes, and Morality didn’t want to be left out or leave Logic out, so now Anxiety was dealing with all the others setting up camp in his room.

“Hey, do you guys wanna watch some movies?” Prince asked the moment everyone seemed to have set up.

“No, just go to bed so this can be over quicker,” Anxiety replied already done with everyone.

“What he meant to say is that we would love to,” Morality said, shooting Anxiety a look.

“I agree with Anxiety, you should sleep at a sleepover, it’s in the name,” Logic responded, confused as to why they would watch a movie instead of sleep.

“Wait, has Logan never been to a sleepover?!?” Prince exclaimed.

“Well no, this normal doesn’t happen,” Logic responded like the answer should have been clear.

“Then we have to initiate him of the ancient ways of sleepovers,” Prince said, making it sound like they were going to sacrifice to ancient gods.

“I am going to say it again just go to-” Anxiety was cut off by getting smacked in the face with a pillow. His immediate thought was that Prince had smacked him in the face. He was wrong, it was actually Morality who hit him with the pillow.

When he regained his senses and picked up a pillow which he used to whack Morality so hard in the face that his glasses fell off. For a moment there was silence. Then Prince could be heard laughing.

Morality and Anxiety looked at each and smiled. As if they had communicated telepathically the both leaped at Prince at the same time and attacked him with pillows. The sound of laughter filled the room as Logic witnessed the absurd scene that played out before him.

Prince threw a pillow a pillow at Logic and yelled, “Save me and if you can not avenge me,”

Logic jumped into the fray and yelled, “Of course,”

The fighting went on for several minutes until they were all tired. They just flopped in a big pile on Anxiety’s bed and drifted off to sleep. Before he succumbed to slumber Anxiety whispered, “I really hope you guys realize I love you all,”

Waking up was a mess of cuddling limbs and it was perfect.

Look, if you feel the need to put down another person as part of your compliment, then it’s not a compliment.  I.e: “I like your stuff so much better than so and so”, or, “At least you take the time to do this, unlike so and so (a lot of the time a more “popular” artist).  I won’t take it as a compliment.

Maybe it’s just me, but that bothers me to no end.  If I’m supposed to feel good because you are putting somebody else down, it does not work like that for me.  

Space (jikook)

i’m writing this do to the distance that has been felt between jungkook and jimin.

i can see you from afar and i know you’ve been having it rough. Tour was supposed to make you happier, although i still catch you smiling your frown lingers often. i would do anything to see you be the ball of energy you used to be. the death threats are getting to you i see if and the constant attacks and hate are too. i mean come on you can deny it completely but the distance and the wall you built up between the members and i is so obvious. especially with me, you never put up a wall with me unless something was really wrong. i’m tired of hearing “i’m ok kookie don’t worry” and forcing a smile on your face it hurts me. i want to be right there next to you when you’re hurting i want to hold you while you’re sleeping, the only time you’re at peace. i’m dying to have you in my arms again jimin but you’re so fucking distance and i know you just want the space but with us there’s no point.


“kookie i’ve already told you i’m doing fine ok i’m just a little sleepy”

“ok then let’s sleep, i’ll come over” i offer over the phone, that was all i could seem to do since he wouldn’t open up if i just showed up.

“i don’t know kookie maybe we….”

“i’m coming over and you’re opening the door i’m not taking no for an answer you either open it or i sleep outside the door i don’t care jimin i miss you” i interrupt him before he can say no, i’m honestly so tired and i just need him to know i’m here for him, i refuse to hear another excuse.

“ok… fine”

i walk over 3 doors down and knock on the hotel door. jimin answers instantly and there he is right in front of me bare faced black t shirt and black basketball shorts.

“come on in jungkookie” he spoke with a sly smile. i could tell he wanted me here and maybe all along all he needed was me to insist and force him to allow me in.

“i’ve missed this familiar scene seeing you open the door for me bare faced” i walked in and shut the door behind me and instantly cupped his face with my hands, forehead to forehead i looked him in the eyes.

“jimin-ah i know you’ve been hurting i can sense it, i know you’re having a hard time and you don’t want any of us to help, bc it would be too much of a bother, i get it but i’m the last person you should distance yourself from this space between us is killing me, seeing you hurting and not being able to do anything is killing me you know how much i fucking love you” the words i’ve been keeping in flooded out of me as if jimin was the city under drought and i was the rain watering it.

“jungkookie i… i didn’t know you felt that way, i know you guys know it’s been hard for me but this is what i do, i refuse to be a burden to all of you like i was before” he spoke with so much pain in the word burden.

i pressed my lips to his gently kissing him, i haven’t felt his kiss in so long i was starving for it. i pulled back after one kiss “jimin you could never be a burden not to me not to any of us, let me help you please, let me hold you, let me kiss you again, let me be the boyfriend that i’m supposed to be”

“fuck kookie i’ve missed you too it hasn’t helped keeping my distance from you but i just don’t know how to handle all of this, the hate, the threats, i just want to runaway”

“baby it’ll all be over soon, it’ll all get better it always does, just don’t distance yourself anymore let me comfort you” finally i got through to him i should’ve made this move sooner maybe he wouldn’t be hurting so bad. i press my lips against his again and this time i can feel him kissing me back more willingly. this was where we were supposed to be where i was supposed to be the whole time. his hands wrap around my waist and i feel them get a little tighter

“ahh jimin… i love you” i speak between intertwined tongues and kisses

“i love you too… now come on…. let’s go to bed” he kisses me one more time before grabbing my hand and leading me to bed with him.

i hope you guys enjoy this short little story, (:

tyraniss  asked:

Okay, I am a terrrible person sometimes but I can't help myself especially with all the tiny asks. So in the interest of cruel fluff, how would War and Death react to turning around to find that their s/o is taking the opportunity to harass a mini Watcher and Chancellor for treating the Horsemen the way they do, supposedly when the Horsemen are NOT supposed to be looking? Maybe do a scenario? Your scenarios are the best! Seriously, they make my day!!!

You got it champ ;) Sorry if the ending is a bit eeh, I lost my momentum in like the last 3 sentences lol xx

Death: He holds up a hand to halt the conversation he was trying to have with Ostegoth. The ‘kindly old goatman’, as you’d taken to calling him, raises an eyebrow ridge in response, wondering what could have caused Death’s attention to stray. 

Both of the ancients’ ears twitch at the sound of a familiar, hushed voice that seems to be arguing with someone who’s own speech is even quieter. Peering over the side of the old, wooden steps that lead up to the entrance of the court, both Death and Ostegoth catch a glimpse of you with your hands cupped around a tiny, glowing, absolutely furious Chancellor. 

Straining their ears, the two try to catch snippets of your little ‘conversation.’ 

“-you just leave him be? You’re so unnecessarily hostile!” came your reprimanding hiss. The small undead in your hands, although vastly reduced in size, is still no less venomous in his reply. 

Release me at once human! I don’t have to explain myself to your ilk,” he sneers. You ignore the sharp fingernails that dig into your hands, painfully. 

Why do you hold such contempt for Death? You just enjoy making his life even more difficult, don’t you!?” Raising your voice slightly, a look of unadulterated disdain flashes across your face. The horseman’s eyebrow quirks curiously. 

When did you get so defensive? 

I merely asked him to follow procedure,” the Chancellor argues back, glaring up into your eyes, but the heat behind the look is lessened due to his current state, “But then, I’m suppose a human is bound to have a problem with following rules,” he seethes. 

RULES?” you squawk, this time not even trying to keep your quarrel moderately private, “You fully expected- No - You HOPED that Death would perish in that arena!” Your fist closes around the Chancellor, though not tight enough to actually cause him any harm, just enough for him to realise that he’d pushed you a touch too far.  

The undead’s eyes bulge when your face looms in close and you fix him with a glare of your own. He grits his teeth and grips your fingers tightly enough to leave pinprick wounds in the skin, replying “So what if I did? he spits, “I hardly see how that’s reason for you to be manhandling me in such an uncouth fashion.” 

“It’s reason enough, Chancellor-” you mutter solemnly, “Death beat Gnashor, but that doesn’t change the fact that he could have been seriously hurt-” From his position beneath the steps, Death scoffs “-and I can’t afford to lose anyone else!” you finish with an unexpected shudder, as though overwhelmed for a moment. 

Humming curiously, Ostegoth strokes his beard with a gnarled hand whilst Death remained utterly silent despite your sudden and drastic shift in emotion. 

The Chancellor, now knelt once more in a cupped palm rather than a fist, stares up at you with mild bewilderment and total disgust. Casting your eyes to the side, you whisper something so reticent, even the horseman struggles to hear you over the sound of Draven training in the background. “Were it at all possible,” he gripes, “I think I might vomit.” 

You scowl down at him, looking tired and irritable. “I don’t much care what you think. I’ve lost everything, Chancellor.” Taking a deep breath and mentally chastising yourself for allowing this guy to see so much of you, “….and right now, Death’s the closet thing to family I’ve got.” 

It’s so quiet in the throne now. Nothing speaks. Nothing moves. Nothing dares. 

“So…so yeah. You leave him be,” comes your hasty conclusion, as the lack of noise begins to weigh heavily on your shoulders. The horseman snorts softly and finally traipses up the creaking stairs to where you stand. With a gasp, you spin to face him, holding the Chancellor close to your chest with an almighty guilty look on your face. When Death approaches, he folds his arms over his chest and regards you with placid eyes. He glances briefly between you and the small undead, who looks for all the world as though he would throw up then and there. 

“Y/n,” Death sighs, “Leave the wretch be and let’s be off.” You place the Chancellor back on solid ground, leaving him to squawk after you about not being able to get away with treating him like that. You trot after Death for a few, silent minutes before he casts you a sidelong glance. 

“We’ll be lucky if we’re not banned from the Eternal Throne after this,” he remarks lightly. It’s all you need to know he heard exactly what was said between you and the Chancellor. 

Groaning, you hang your head slightly, “Sorry Death….He just riles me…..” There’s the feeling of a cold hand on your shoulder and you glance up to catch Death shooting you a wink. 

“You assume I disapprove?” he jokes. 

Don’t you?” 

“Quite the contrary. I believe you’ve given him a lot to think about. Least of all how you are not to be trifled with.” 

You smirk up at him and give his side a companionable nudge with your elbow. He takes it with a snort and ruffles your hair, much to your dismay. 

War: Behind the firelight, War spies you as he returns from his lookout atop an enormous pile of rubble. You’re sitting cross-legged, hunched over and back to the horseman, who’s ears pick up the sound of a heated argument being carried out between you and someone else

Evidently, you don’t even notice the behemoth’s approach, a fact that makes him scowl. He has got to remind you to be more aware of your surroundings. 

You’re lecturing me about bullying the horseman when you are quite literally holding me in your clenched fist?!” comes the minuscule, enraged hiss from the Watcher. The unfortunate creature had fallen under some of Samael’s more questionable magics when the demon prince felt particularly insulted by one of the sprites jabs. That magic left you and the horseman dealing with an angry, rude and incredibly small Watcher. War would wager he barely spanned the length of your middle finger. Of course, you were the only one who was seeming to enjoy the situation, with the horseman being mostly indifferent to the wretched creature’s complaining. 

“I’m hardly bullying,” you contend with a roll of your eyes, “You’re the one who literally causes War to collapse when you do that weird thing with your hand.” To emphasise the point, you wiggle the fingers of your free hand close to the Watcher, causing him to pull away with a snarl. “Besides,” you sigh, “It’s not like you haven’t asked for this.” Tilting your chin at him, he realises you mean his current ‘shrinking’ predicament. 

“Fuming, the Watcher narrows all six of his eyes up at you, “What could I have possibly done to deserve this?” 

Almost instantly, he regrets his words, recalling many a time when he’d been a little less than patient with both yourself and the horseman. But his recollection comes a moment too late as you bark out a sharp laugh and flop down onto your back, still holding the Watcher carefully, despite your general scorn for his behaviour. 

“Well lets see…You constantly flaunt your power over War; power that you were given, by the way, not that you have. You likened War to a ‘dog on a leash’. You tried to force him to kill Ruin, Uriel and Azrael. You’re a general sadist-” 

“BAH, enough! You’ve made your point…” the tiny being grumbles, earning himself a satisfied smirk from his captor. 

“I just wish you’d stop being such a douche to War,” you mutter whilst you gaze up into the night sky above, still oblivious to the juggernaut sitting behind you on the other side of the fire. “You treat him so cruelly, like, where’s the need?” you ask. 

“He can take it,” the Watcher huffs indifferently in response. 

A shadow falls over your eyes as your brow creases, your expression shifting into something glum. 

He shouldn’t have to…” you whisper, so softly that it’s barely audible over the crackling of the flames. But War hears it. And his own brow pulls into a thoughtful frown at your words. He believes he should feel insulted that you didn’t think he could handle the Watcher’s cruel conduct, but the more sensible part of him knows you meant that only in kindness. War coughs loudly, deciding that he’d eavesdropped for long enough. You jump and spin over onto your stomach at the sudden noise, almost squashing the Watcher under your chest as your hands support your weight. 

“War!” you gasp, “I didn’t hear you come back….” 

The horseman shrugs, his metal armour clanking dully in the otherwise peaceful air, “You’ve been harassing the Watcher,” he claims suddenly, causing you to grimace before releasing the wispy creature into the air. 

That,” the Watcher spits, “Is putting it mildly.”

You meet War’s gaze and find it hard to judge how he’s feeling at present. He doesn’t look disappointed or angry, which renders you relieved, but his ever present scowl is still there. The Watcher flits around to War’s side of the fire, deeming the horseman to be a safer bet than you. He settles himself on one of the giant’s knuckles and glares at you vehemently. War, despite his obvious dislike of the creature, doesn’t flick him off as you’d expected. Possibly because he seems to be far too deep in thought to even notice. 

“War?” you call, concern lacing your tone. He blinks, eyes once again focused on you and he’s torn between asking you what you meant earlier by saying ‘he shouldn’t have to,’ and dropping the subject. He chooses the latter when your jaw splits into a wide yawn. 

Sleep,” he orders instead, mind still half occupied.

He shouldn’t have to…

Y’know, depending on whether you count Toa/Islander or not Roadhog has like 2-3 legendaries now that give him a literal pig monster mask and not one of them even has visible teeth, why do people think he would have tusks on his goddamn human face?

Like he has a grand total of two warthog/boar sprays with tusks and every other piece of pig imagery associated with him is tuskless and you guys are drawing tusks on the AU version of him where he’s a freaking priest and supposed to be the normie human to contrast with your demon!Junkrat or something? How does that work?

I promise I won't ever casually say your name

It’s 2 am and I’m here. My heart is breaking and I’m here. I can’t believe it. I completely do not understand how I am supposed to continue my life when you, my brother, is not presently being on this earth.

Daddy spoke of you the other day to a friend. He told him that you passed away. Casually in a conversation he slipped it in like him saying I work at a nonprofit or my daughter’s graduating. How is that casual? How could he breathe it like it was everything and nothing all at once?

And I stood there with silence in my mouth and didn’t say a damn thing. I wanted to tell him that the conversation should always end with your name. That when you are uttered the world should stop and appreciate the sound of it.

I don’t know what I’m saying but all I know is my heart is breaking and I need you to know I don’t ever casually say your name.