#english language stop being dumb challenge

[eventinelysplayground]

Entry three for @lorei-writes and @wordycheeseblob Wish Upon an Aide challenge. I have been having too much fun with these and have two more that are half done that I may or may not get done in time. This was inspired by the events at the end of Comtes chapter 9 and I used the red prompt love and the yellow one friendship. Language note for this fic: near the end Cat(Lumière) says Mais sacrifice which it's literal translation is but sacrifice however in Canadian french this is a swear with emphasis. The closest in English would be like oh FFS or uggh stupid SOB. Basically used when something/someone dumb and or annoying has aggrevated/pissed us off lol. Time consults his friends on what to do about Comte. Pure fun, WC approx 1045.

A Plan

It was a quiet afternoon as three friends sat talking in a dusty cellar.

I wish he would just tell her already.

Uh huh.

I mean he’s clearly in love with her and he's doing nothing about it at all! If he doesn't do something about it soon he's going to miss his chance.

Uh huh.

I mean there are ten other men in this house right? And between the Italian and the other two. Especially what's his name, the more obnoxious one!

Uh huh.

Arthur.

Arthur, that's it! I mean Arthur has no self control and is just a disaster waiting to happen.

Uh huh.

I don't understand why humans-

Vampires.

Ugh I don't understand why vampires have to be so guarded and flippant.

Uh huh.

Time turned to look at Harry who given the way he was replying was clearly off in his own little world again.

And the mansion is on fire.

Uh huh.

Oh for the love of, HARRY!

Time tossed a cork at Harry hitting him on the nose and startling him.

Oh Time, I'm sorry but ummm what were we talking about? I was thinking about-

Apples?

Eeep!

Harry let out a small sound of distress. He tilted his head up towards the voice and saw Cat sprawled out along a shelf.

Don't scare me like that! How long have you been up there anyways Cat?

Since before you both came in. I've even spoken before now, and also that's not my name.

Right, sorry about that.

Why apologize to him, Cat is what the Italian calls him so that's what his new name is. Not exactly a creative name or anything bu-

Ya because Time is sooo unique et spécial.

Écote toi-

That's enough!

Harry let out a loud chatter stepping into Time and Cat’s line of sight of each other.

Let's focus on the problem of ummm….

Cat rolled his eyes and Time sighed.

The problem of Comte being in love with that girl and doing nothing about it!

Right, okay well then umm…

Time sat patiently waiting for Harry to pull his thoughts together.

Well what's been done so far?

Well they spend an awful lot of time together, and the girl has made some small efforts but she seems confused, like she can't make up her mind.

She's perfect for him then!

Arrête ça.

Harry gave Cat a stern look. Cat let out a tiny meow and stretched out his front paws plopping his head down onto them before Harry turned his attention back to time.

Now then if they're already spending a lot of time together that's a good start. Let's see…

Does Comte even realize he loves this woman?

Well of course he does he's not…

Both Harry and Cat were giving Time a look and he stopped talking. He hated to admit it but perhaps they had a point.

I mean he has to know, doesn't he?

Not necessarily, he may be mistaking his feelings for something else..

That's a nice way of saying he's lying to himself.

Time tilted his head to the side in thought.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Harry shot Cat a look that clearly told him to keep his mouth shut.

Never mind about that right now, what we need to do in that case is make it clear to him what he's feeling.

Cat & Time both looked at Harry incredulously.

What? It's the truth.

Just how am I supposed to do that?

Well I…ummm…maybe you….I don't know. Surely the three of us can think of something though.

I don't remember volunteering to help.

You're here so you're helping, now think.

Time and Harry wore serious expressions on their faces while they tried to come up with any sort of idea. The three sat for a long time together, Time and Harry occasionally beginning a thought but then trailing off after apparently internally deciding it wouldn't work.

Sorry Time I really can't think of anything.

It's okay Harry I appreciate you trying to help me, maybe I'll just sneak out to the kennels later and ask Vic or King if they have any ideas.

Oh yes, asking those mutts will be soo helpful! All they care about is chasing their own.. Mais c'est ça!

Cat stretched and then jumped down from the shelf, coming to sit in front of a confused looking Time and Harry.

It’s almost too simple. All you need to do is get Comte to ‘chase’ her.

What?

Time and Harry spoke in unison and Cat tapped his paw on the ground in front of them.

You get him to ‘chase’ her. Put them in a situation together where lying to himself or not he realizes he could lose something valuable to him and so he can't help but go after it. In this place that should be simple enough non?

Oh I see! Thanks Cat I think I know just what to do now.

Ummm Time…

Harry started calling out to Time but it was too late as he had already scurried away.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Pour quois?

Didn't it seem like Time caught on to that way too quickly?

You worry too much.

Three days had passed since the conversation in the cellar and Cat was sleeping peacefully under a table in the hallway when he heard a sudden commotion.

“Squeak squeak!”

“Over there!”

“Time!”

“Squeak!”

“Ah no! I almost had him!”

Cat stretched out his paws and peered out from under the table.

Qu'est que passe?

Oh nothing really, just Time doing what you told him to do.

Cat startled slightly at Harry's unexpected presence.

What do you mean what-

At that moment Cat saw Time scurry past him with a pocket watch in his mouth.

“Time!”

“Squeak!”

“No matter how much you run, we will catch you eventually.”

Time, followed by Comte and Mitsuki disappeared around a corner.

Mais sacrifice!

I told you he caught on to that way too quickly.

I know…but maybe this could still work.

Harry tilted his head in thought for a moment then turned to look at Cat.

Hey, wanna follow them and see who wins?

Cat’s lips turned up in a smile.

Allons-y mon ami!

Harry smiled back at Cat before they both took off in a mad dash to see if Time could really make Comte realize just how deeply in love he had fallen.

[sirwow]

Nother HC/AU ramble about these two under the cut

Since these two basically have nothing about them it leaves me all the room I want to ramble about what I think their relationship would be✨

As I said in my original HC post, these two start off as rivals, Insomniac re challenging Samurai to a fight when he lost his winning streak to the new guy (Samurai) n got salty. Being they fought half drunk in a night club, things eventually got out of hand and a sword stab to a generator later both got electrocuted, messing up their heart beats. This put them as the perfect candidates for the new rhythm doctor program and what put them in the first chapter.

Samurai was fine when the program was used on him, but Insomniac’s much more effected heart beat (this is what you get for wearing no armor) ended up causing the development of the virus. It’s hard to explain but basically the rhythm doctor program’s ticking of the beats going down the line was Ai doing so and the Insomniac’s heart beat corrupted it into only following the extreme- creating the virus that separated itself from the original program. It’s not really malicious! It’s just trying to get people to follow the beats it was taught.. being really fucked up and possibly deadly beats but beats nonetheless.

Anyways, after Insomniac and Samurai got taken care of, Samurai continued having mild relapses each day, steady and predictable. Insomniac instead ended up stuck with extreme episodes that would appear in sudden bursts, first of these showing up in X-1N where future ones will likely only get worse as the virus Ai conforms more to being insane as he has episodes. A cycle of oh no.

In the meantime they have their own time to hang out n meet the other patients. Samurai being in the west for the first time has him curious about everything and everyone, just wanting to be a part of whatever was happening. Insomniac chose to be distant from the others to continue focusing his time on training but still had to get Samurai sometimes if he wanted to spar with someone. He always had some group with him, usually Logan and Hailey, on weekends it be Cole and Nicole. Insomniac doesn’t mind Cole n Nicole, they don’t bother him much and if they did have a question they weren’t dumb. The kids on the other hand he was probably exploding in his mind if they interrupted to ask if they could touch the sword.

Samurai and Insomniac also share a room for the sake of space and sparing. The only language they both know is English but it’s both their second language so most conversations are simple and dependent on their tone. Insomniac always talks about training or honor but Samurai is much more interested in talking about the new things he’s learned or discovered. Insomniac has been in the west for a few years now so can’t help but find it a bit childish and his demeaning view of Samurai isn’t helped when he finds out he’s not a fighter for his family or honor but just. Likes to sword fight. (insert “stop having fun” img here)

After X-1N, Insomniac was pretty shaken up to say the least. Without anyone else to open up he decided to be vulnerable and talked a bit about life to Samurai. Insomniac wondering what Samurai’s personal propose was if wasn’t fighting for anything. Samurai simply corrected Insomniac, he was fighting for something, his own fun and joy of experiencing life. Sword fighting just being one of his favorite deep outlets of this. Despite it being a bit corny and being said as Samurai was failing but continuing some crochet he wanted to learn, it did strike a bit of a cord with Insomniac.

Slowly Insomniac opened up to the others, placating the curiosity of the kids a bit, going to the cafe n trying the tea there while also teaching Nicole how to make some specialty ones he can make, and eventually when Samurai was talking about learning baseball, Insomniac took initiative and asked to join him. Samurai n Insomniac were finally able to come to a understanding with how the other thoughts and worked.

Now then that’s all I’m gonna write for now. Iv got more but I gotta cook in the brain some more. Thnak for reading

[knives-and-sunbeams]

Thinking about adorable soft boyfriend Bucky today.

English is not my first language and that makes me doubt about writing here but I can't stop thinking about Bucky being the most adorable soft and protective boyfriend ever, mostly when you are in pain for your period because he hates that you are un pain and he can't do anything to help you or to take it away so he does what he can bringing you breakfast to bed or cuddling in front of the TV all day. Even if he is from another time where things like this were pretty hidden for stupid reasons (let's be honest, they still are and that's dumb) his ma raised a gentleman so he never hesitates to go and buy sanitary napkins or tampons for you which is so hot because think about this tall beefy super handsome man in front of the cashier man with sanitary napkins, ice cream and flowers for you, glaring at him, challenging him to say something. Hot as hell. And don't get me started with how much he will love how cuddly you become, you kissed him and hugged him all the time, treating him like he's the most beautiful thing in the universe but you become his little koala when you are in your period, he takes you with your arms and legs around him when he has to go go pick something or to the living room, happy to use his strength and body to give you comfort, happy to know you need him as much as he needs you, to have a home with you and be your safe place. Yeah, I'm thinking about this and making myself cry.

[cheemken]

You know I’m reading through some of your old posts and I got to the SilkWing AU. And like Iris and Silvers parents are French and Japanese

These kids are bilingual

And I’m only pointing this out because while I only speak English I do have friends who speak more than one language and they tend to switch to their native language when angry or speaking fast

Now imagine The Unova Kids or the Johto kids being real fucking confused when Iris starts speaking French or Japanese cause she saw a cute Pokémon like goomy or applin, or Silver speaks in English or French cause he got embarrassed by his friends and he’s cursing them out lmao, has happened to me before

Or even just Iris speaking English and then completely forgetting a word and trying to describe it for the Unova kids to figure out

YES CBMDBFMDND

That's dope tho fr me speaking Tagalog when not knowing the word in English for fucking real that is so personal to me hgkdndmdn hahahah

Bet tho, both of them would cuss in French or Japanese (Kalosian and Johtonian? In the pkmn universe?) Silver especially, it's true, it's canon, why? Cause I said so

No but the last bit with Iris is so fucking personal what the fuck😭😭 girl I feel you I get you I understand with all that I am can you imagine her delivering a speech or smth and she just fucking stops and goes "...hold on, I'm not dumb, I got this whole shit down, I just forgot the Unovan word for it gimme a sec—"

Then there's Silver being so pissed, screaming out every Kalosian cuss word in the dictionary. Drasna heard and did not approve, got him in the timeout corner.

And just cbmdbd no but me knowing two/three languages and just alternating between those while talking casually imagine that with Iris and Silver cbmdbd like imagine Silver just talking to Gold all "so I was just minding my own goddamn business et puis cet enfoiré est sorti de nulle part, and fucking challenged me, the Kalos Champion, juste pour qui cette salope se prend-elle?!" Gold has never been so confused his entire life but he just nodded along and agreed to whatever the hell Silver said hahaha

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

All of you, too much

by Norabird

Ed took a long moment to respond, the stiffness in his arms slowly relaxing. It was only after a few long minutes of deafening silence while the wheels in his head turned that he finally spoke. “So, to be clear, you haven’t been avoiding me because you find me unattractive… I just make you so unbelievably horny that you have to go jerk off somewhere private?”

“Well I wouldn’t exactly put it like that, but I suppose so, yes.” Stede grumbled. A shaky, hiccoughing laugh rumbled through Ed’s chest.

“Jesus fuck, mate, You couldn’t have just said that in the first place?”

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Stede and Ed have reunited and things are back to normal aboard The Revenge. Determined to make up for leaving him behind, Stede has set out to spoil Ed rotten. But without the stress and daily labor that comes with being a pirate, Ed has started to put on some weight. Turns out Stede is into that. Like, really into that. He doesn't handle it well.

Words: 4845, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 01, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Biting, Weight Gain, Body Worship, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Bottom Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Top Stede Bonnet, Stede's terrible communication skills strike again, Ed stop placing all your self worth on the approval of others challenge, Excising your demons through the power of gay pirates!, Not Beta Read, 20 percent porn 80 percent dumb old men talking about their feelings

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43464808

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

So I'd like to formally reject the English language because 'suave' is pronounced like "swayve", not this "swahve" nonsense Google is giving me; do you know where I can file my rejection?

I have been trying to file my rejection with the English language for YEARS but I have still not found their customer complaint center

If you manage to find the nook of the universe it’s been hiding in please let me know.

[hey-iam-fire-ghost-but-i-write]

like the gardens of babylon

Kingo x fem!reader

not my gif, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: The Eternals are regrouping after the attack of the deviant, and Kingo is scared of news about Ajak breaking his lover's heart.

Warnings: none (unless Taylor Swift lyrics influencing the writing consists in a warning to you) (oh, and maybe a lil bit of implied smut??? seggsy)

Word Count: 2.1K

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The second he laid his eyes on you, Kingo felt like he learned how to breathe all over again. Something in his chest spread warmth to all his body. It was like all his youth found home in him again, after spending an eternity feeling like the end was near.

You looked exactly like the day he left you. Young and beautiful.

Alive.

You looked like all those things he wasn’t anymore.

Yes. It was dumb for him to think that since he was an Eternal, being young and beautiful would consist of a challenge for him.

But feeling alive was whole other story.

His acting was a form of living. He lived through his character’s stories. For months he made himself at home in somebody else’s wishes, ambitions and lust. It was like shutting himself off so his own feelings wouldn’t get in the way of his days.

He chose heroes. Gigantic and admirable men who didn’t fear anything and were always loved by people. Always loved back by the person they cared deeply about.

Heroes like Gilgamesh, like his brother Ikaris.

But when the cameras stopped rolling and nobody was around him, everything would go back to being cold and dead.

Now, looking at you, he wondered if you felt the same way about performing. If the noise of thousands of people screaming back the lyrics you wrote was your own way to find some kind of solace in this unbearable existence.

You looked like you owned the world up on that stage.

Kingo thought that maybe you did, you owned him and his melancholic heart for centuries… maybe your protective nature allowed you to put the whole world under your wing somehow.

Back in the day that’s how he used to define you: the protective Eternal, the one who watched over all of them. You made Ajak’s work so easy. Never letting anyone get hurt on the battlefield, your shields made of cosmic energy always around your family, securing them away from any danger the deviants might bring their way.

The crowd screamed back the last lyric to the verse when you let your voice drop, only to test how much noise the people would make on your command. The results didn’t disappoint you, he knew it by your smile.

“I wish I came to one of these under better circumstances” Sprite at his right screamed over the noise.

“Wait till she sees us, she’s going to be so happy” Sersi screamed right back to her.

“It’s a shame that we’ll break her heart with the news” Ikaris said so only Kingo could hear him. His brother rested one hand on Kingo’s shoulder and squeezed it.

They looked at each other for a moment, but Kingo brought his eyes back at your moving figure entertaining the public.

“Don’t worry, brother, you won’t have to tell her”

The loyal soldier Ikaris. Always so aware of other people’s feelings.

Telling you about Ajak’s death was the last of Kingo’s wishes.

It was long after the concert ended that you reunited with your fellow Eternals. You looked radiant, happier than ever.

Kingo wondered how much of that happiness was caused by you being away from all of them.

“Well, finally someone showed up” you said, huge smile on your face and opening your arms so Ikaris could get between them “I was about to make Druig control all of your minds so you could come and see me. How many times I sent the tickets to you guys?”

Ikaris squeezed you tightly, a warm smile on his face. His sisters were always his weak spot, Kingo remembered.

Sprite ran up to you two and was next on the hug. Sersi smiled at you and revealed: “Hey, I was there for your last concert back in London”.

“I wasn’t complaining about you, my beautiful sister”

And then your eyes were on him “Hello, Kingo”

Kingo felt his heart skip a beat and his stomach turn on itself. He raised a hand and did an awkward shake with it, smiling at you with warm spreading all over his face.

But before he could speak, a small figure with a handy on hand got in front of him and all over your face “Hello, miss. It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Karun Patel and I’m a huge fan of yours. Sir Kingo always makes me turn down the invitation to your concerts, but today’s performance was incredible, miss”

“Oh, Karun” you said, looking at him sweetly “I’m happy you liked it… I guess that you’re the one who’s sending all the flowers on Kingo’s behalf”

“Oh, yes, yes, miss” Karun nodded “Sir Kingo said that blackthorns were your favorite”

“Did he now”

Your amused tone didn’t go unnoticed by Kingo, who smiled back at you “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t know your favorite flowers, my sweet joy”

You smiled at him “I would hope that you would be the kind of friend who visits more often and not when something bad has happened”

Kingo smile dropped when he remembered the reason why they were all there. He guessed that he caused your own smile to disappear when the look on his face confirmed your suspicion.

You got a step closer to him “What is it, Kingo?”

The Eternal opened his mouth but didn’t find the words to say it.

Ikaris cleared his throat, claiming your attention. Kingo let go of the breath he was holding, relieved that he wasn’t going to be the one to break your heart “The deviants are back”

The shock in your face disappeared fast, determination taking over your features “I’m not going with”

Sersi got closer to you and called your name.

“No” you denied “You’re strong, there’s four of you. It’s more than enough. I’m sure that Gil will get into it too” you turned your back and started to walk towards the door.

“We need you” Sersi said.

“No, you just need Gil and maybe Thena… she’s doing a lot better these days and…”

Sprite called your name.

“Ajak told us to live our lives and that’s what…”

“Ajak is dead”

Ikaris' statement, cruel and cold, freezed you in place. You turned around to look at him.

“That’s not possible”

Ikaris gaze softened when he looked at the defenseless look on your face “It is true”

“No. It is not. I talked to her a few weeks ago. She was fine”

“A deviant went after her and killed her” Ikaris explained.

“Stop it, Ikaris” you demanded.

“We found her three days ago…”

“Stop it, you are cruel. You’re a cruel man”

“It’s true, sister” Sprite stepped in, taking your hand in hers.

“Stop acting like she’s dead, she is not. I talked to her only a few weeks ago. I promised I would call soon, I just didn’t have the time but…” you took you hand away from Sprite and you met Kingo’s gaze “I- she cannot be death, Kingo… we’re Eternals. How she-”

“Sweetheart” Kingo’s voice stopped your ranting.

You looked at him for a few seconds in his eyes, finding all the confirmation you needed.

“I cannot believe this” you whispered.

“We’re getting all the team together again” Ikaris told you. Your eyes never left Kingo’s “We have to go to Thena and Gil… they know where Druig is and maybe even Makkari…”

You moved your head side to side “I’m not going”

Ikaris called your name, impatient “Sister…”

“Ajak let us go free when she most needed us” you looked straight to Ikaris “She gifted us freedom” your voice was never more clearer “Freedom to build our own lives. And that’s exactly what I intent to do. It’s my way of honoring her” you nodded “If you want someone to kill the deviant that put an end to her life, find the vengeance you’re looking for in Thena. She’ll have plenty to give”

The hurt in your eyes was almost too painful to witness; Kingo decided that he never wanted to see such sight ever again.

You walked out of the room, no matter how many times Sprite tried to stop you by calling your name.

Ikaris looked for Kingo’s eyes, and when he found them he sighed.

“So we came all this way for nothing” Sprite said.

“No. She loved Ajak. It was just fair that we told her about her death” Sersi nodded with confidence “And she’s right. It is only her decision now”

“Freedom won’t make her any good if a deviant comes after her and she’s all alone” Ikaris crossed his arms, frustrated “You saw what those things did to our Ajak”.

Kingo sighed “Let me talk with her” and he interrupted Sprite before she could begin to talk “Alone”.

Kingo went after his protector.

He found you sat down in the hallway, with your hands running through your hair. The Eternal smiled as in reflex.

His heart couldn’t stop the warmth you provoked in him, the sweetness that rotted his being in the best way possible. Loving and kind.

“I thank you for not walking too far” he started saying “This place is a maze”

“I knew you would come after me” you whispered while he approached you “You were always chasing me around anyways”

Kingo looked at you, amused “I don’t exactly remember it that way”

You looked up at him “Yeah well, maybe that’s just my imagination” there was that beautiful smile he loved “I enjoyed to think that the person I loved the most would always be around me”

Kingo felt how his stomach flipped on it’s own when he processed what you just say.

“I do love you”

“But you never stayed around”

Your statement shattered something inside of him “Yes, that is true” he admitted.

“So why now I must do what you never did for me?” you questioned him.

“Because you’re better than me, you always were” he extended his hand to you “The very best of us”

You took his hand and let him help you up “For a man that loves to be the center of attention, you do think so little of you”

He gave you a tender smile “Or maybe is what I think of you that’s so big”

You looked at his cheek, right where a little dimple was showing “What do you think of me, Kingo?”

The Eternal allowed himself to be lost in your wondering eyes for a few seconds, trying to remember exactly how it used to be between the two of you back then. Back home in Babylon. He wrapped around your finger, hanging from your lips. Holding tight to every word, every whisper and promise. When you were the moon and he was the tide. Back when he learned the truth about you while he was buried deep inside you, with your taste lingering on his tongue.

He would never love again.

“I think the world of you, khoba” he whispered the endearment in the same language he used to make you whimper back in Babylon “And I think there’s still fight in you” he let a jolt of his cosmic energy touch you hand, that was still being held by his. You smiled at the sensation “I see it in your eyes”

You let a sigh go, tension building up again in your shoulders.

“I know you’re tired” he whispered “I am too” he admitted “But that’s what teams are for, my love. You and I were the best of the best”

You smiled at him “I know” you whispered.

“You’re right about something” he let go of your hand to cup both of your cheeks “If this, you enjoying your freedom, is your way of honoring Ajak’s gift” you looked at him in the eyes “Then no one can take that away from you” tears began to fill your eyes “No one” he whispered.

“Gods, I missed you, Kingo” you confessed “I feel like I can not breathe right now” you laughed, hands forming fist around the Eternal’s shirt. He laughed with you.

You leaned close, and he followed. Your forehead touching his.

“I know what you mean” he said while he pushed his forehead against yours a little. He started laughing when you answered to his action by pushing against him too.

He caressed your cheeks with his eyes closed, your breath dancing against his lips like begging for a place to rest. He thought that in that exact moment, with you sweetly humming to his affection, nobody could blame him for falling.

“I’ll fight for you, my love” you whispered “I’ll always fight for you”

And he hanged to that promise like the gardens back home in Babylon.

[lightphieric]

999 Week Day 10 - motorized ice sculpture

In which Alice doesn’t mind the heat. This one is dumb.

Title from the Going Under OST

CWs: None

AO3

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Alice made no adjustments to her morning beauty routine before heading out into the desert. She spent twenty minutes in front of the mirror getting her rouge and her mascara just right. The makeup wouldn’t melt. Not from a face so beautifully heat-tolerant.

She’d gotten her math skills from Baba and her looks from Maman, but this heat resistance superpower certainly didn’t come from her parents. Maman put ice in her bath after stressful days, and Baba had suffered heat stroke multiple times when Alice was a child. He would watch Alice skip up steep hills in 90 degree weather without breaking a sweat, and he would joke, “It’s like you’ve got ice-9 in your blood.”

Only Baba would have thought to teach a little girl about such an obscure scientific concept. She’d loved it. Everything she did was for him. The briefing for this mission showed promise of leading her to his kidnappers; she put together an Egyptian ensemble in his honor.

Kind of Egyptian.

Well, Baba would have had a different opinion than her about what level of modesty was appropriate. But God was she thankful for that difference of opinion when her car broke down, AC and all. She got out to check the engine and was blasted with heat. What little linen she had breathed, but she felt the most relief where she wasn’t covered. She almost wished she’d put her hair up instead of wearing that stupid bauble.

It completed the look so well, though.

Headquarters said they could pick her up, but it would be several hours. She waited for a while, sitting on her car’s hood and silently boasting that anyone else would have wilted under the sun by now. But when she scratched her lip, she came away with wet lipstick residue on her fingertip. That wasn’t supposed to happen. A single bead of sweat licked a trail through her foundation, certainly leaving a visible line before dripping, grey, onto the sand, and she realized. Superpowers or none, anybody would melt eventually stranded out here.

So she held out her thumb. It was a total Hail Mary; she didn’t expect anyone else to be driving out in the middle of the desert. But two cars did pass her. The first car ignored her completely, spraying her with sand that clung to her increasingly sweaty skin. Another car soon followed, however, and it stopped. It was packed, holding two Americans and four Japanese nationals. There was no room for her. Still, she had to insist that they explain the man tied up in the trunk.

The large man was Japanese law enforcement and as such, he did most of the talking. He stammered quite a bit and had trouble looking Alice in the eye, gaping instead at her clothes and her hair and, unsurprisingly, her chest. The middle-aged woman in the passenger seat scolded him in their language (she spoke the least English of the group; a shame, as Alice felt they would have gotten along) and Alice came to her own defense as well.

“I would have hoped you’d know to treat a fellow law officer with respect,” she said.

“Don’t worry, he’s not being a perv. Well, maybe a little…” said the girl in the driver’s seat, earning a scowl from the cop. “He thinks you’re a mummy. Why are you dressed like that?”

There was a quirk of challenge in the girl’s voice – impressive how she kept her spunk, after the experience they’d just had that left the men in the backseat looking utterly broken. “Because it’s hot as hell out here,” said Alice, squinting at her. “Does your jeep have AC?”

From what she’d heard, she knew she had to take these people back to headquarters. Because there wasn’t room for all seven of them in the car, they parked and took turns waiting outside in the heat for the SOIS car to show up. Nobody else lasted very long as sentry, all surrendering quickly to the sun. The hit to Alice’s pride hadn’t lasted long; compared to everyone else, she was still Baba’s little ice-9 girl.

[missblissy]

Hi!! Love your work so much! Can i have some Human! Alastor x reader College Au?

It can be how you be more comfortable writing, Professor Alastor or both students. Thank you! :))

(( >W> Professor!Alastor X Student!Reader coming right up I know you dirty little dogs want it so I am here to fucking deliver! I hope you enjoy!!))

It was the first day of classes, and you had just moved up north to this quaint little college town. You lived on campus, however, and you were lucky to have no roommates. The day was long and it felt like it would never end. But thankfully you had made it to your last class. It was Modern English and Linguistics 101, and you were most excited for this class, seeing as English was your favorite topic in high school.

You had made it there early and made sure to get a seat somewhere upfront. You made it a note to sit up front in classes you'd like. You didn't want to be tempted to daydream out the window when you should be focusing on the course material. Slowly, one by one, the seats started to fill up. Of course, there were a few empty ones here and there. People chatted quietly, wasting the time as you all waited for the professor. The minutes ticked by and soon you felt like you might have been in the wrong room. Other people started to get the same idea when suddenly the door swung open and shut with a quick slam.

He was frazzled and seemed like he knew he was late. His hair was messy, untamed, and honestly just shy of being called bedhead. With an arm full of messy stacks of paper, he slammed them down on his podium in the front of class then turned to the chalkboard behind him. Everyone watched silently as this mess of a man wrote the most perfect of cursive on the board.

𝒟𝓇. 𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓈 ℒ𝒶ℱ𝓁ℯ𝓊𝓇 || ℳℴ𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓃 ℰ𝓃ℊ𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℒ𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓊𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓈

He turned and faced the class, giving a big smile, and said, "Welcome, everyone! This will most certainly be one of the most difficult classes you will take your freshman year here! More than half of you will disappear by the fifth week. Now, who's ready?" Oh boy...

He wasn't lying. Your professor insisted on people referring to him as Dr. LaFleur. And if a student ever slipped and said Mr. or Professor, he'd quickly remind them of his title. He was also hard on his students, constantly doing pop quizzes once a week. There was also a formal test every Monday that reviewed the weekend homework. Homework came every single day and every single day one less student showed up.

It had eventually gotten down to the point where there were only nine students left. That was only week five of the semester, just like Dr. LaFleur said. After that, the class got much more... personal. In a way that Dr. LaFleur had group discussions, open-minded lectures, and joked and teased every student, including you. You realized you were quickly his favorite student to pick on. Maybe it was because you were the only one taking his class so seriously, or maybe it was because you liked to challenge him in the class debates he often had.

Regardless, you found yourself enjoying the extra attention from him. You were edger to raise your hand first and impress him with your devotion to the classwork. There was a day there when Dr. LaFleur asked you to stay after class. He wanted to chat with you about today's lecture.

Was it bad that you were nervous? You waited by the door while he'll cleaned the chalk writing from the board. Once the last student left he gave you a side glance with a smile, "You're argument about dialect and accents was very compelling today, (Y/n)." You gave him a smile back and even felt yourself blush a little at the compliment. With a nervous little laugh you shrugged your shoulders and said, "I just think what you said was true. If two people can completely understand a language between each other and communicate it- then it's a real language. Calling it an accent is degrading to the people who speak it." And that opened up the rest of your conversations with him.

It got to a point where he didn't have to ask you to wait after class anymore. You just knew to do it, and you'd spend that time, no matter how little it was, with him talking about any number of things. One day he surprised you, however. You were talking about the differences between modern and old English, "I really think it's interesting stuff, especially the way you teach it, Dr. LaFleur."

"Alastor," He said, while looking between you and a paper he was grading. You looked at him, stunned, with a pink hue over your cheeks, "What...?" Was all you could say. He chuckled and tipped his head slightly, as he did that his glasses slid down his nose, "You can call me Alastor," He said, "It's a privilege saved for my best students." He pushed his glasses back up and gave you a look, a different one than he normally did. It was accompanied by a devilish smirk and dark look in his eyes that lead you to believe he was thinking other things.

From that day on you did just that, Alastor however reminded you not to call him by his name while in class. And your out-of-class visits with him got longer and started dipping into the realm of other places. You'd walk with him to his office sometimes, and stay there and chat. Other times you'd go to the food court together. You even found yourself visiting before class, between other classes, and finding any reason to stop by his office. You had to admit, you had quite the little crush on him. He made you blush with his devilish smirk, and the small but subtle flirting he did. He'd give you these looks, laugh to himself than say it was nothing. You'd catch him staring at you, or looking you up and down. The attention was certainly welcomed and you found yourself doing anything to catch his eye.

It finally got to the point where it was obvious what was going on between you too. In class, you'd give him big doe eyes, bite the end of your pencil, and make sure to give him little grins every once in a while. You'd raise your brows, egg him on with a look, and act koi, like it, never happened. It drove him crazy. One day you finally pushed the wrong button. You had gotten up from your seat to sharpen your pencil, but as you did, you walked past Alastor in such a way that you brushed against him, and no cared to notice, besides him of course.

By the time the last student left, Alastor was quickly blocking the door so you couldn't leave. He pointed a finger at you while shaking his head, a sinister little laugh left his throat, "Ahaha... You think you're slick?" He asked. You shrugged at him and looked away, "I don't know what you're talking about," You played dumb. He laughed again and tsked his tongue, "Tch," He took a step closer but you stood your grown, "You think you can play with me like this? In class?"

You smiled up at him, he was taller than you by a few inches, "What'd you gonna do about it?" You watched his brow twitch and his forced smile falter. He looked behind him, out the window on the door then quickly turned back to you. You didn't have time to react, he grabbed you by your arms and pulled you to him. He got inches away from your face, a dark look filled his eyes. As he spoke, his lips brushed against yours, "You're too good for this," His words were low and rumbled from his chest, "But dammit, I can play games too." He licked his lips then dared to let his tongue flick against your own lips. He teased you, daring you to do something, anything. You gave in and kissed him quickly, falling loosely into his arms as his grip on you tightened. It felt like you were there for years, taking in every taste and every kiss as if it could have been your last.

Alastor broke free from your kiss with a heavy sigh. A low chuckle escaped his chest as he let you go. You were slightly dazed, hanging in the afterglow of what had just happened. He grabbed his things and put them away in his briefcase. He clicked it shut and as he walked past you, he leaned in close. His breath traveled down your neck as he whispered in your ear, "See you tomorrow, my dear."

[queerautism]

Oh, shit talking teachers? Allow me!

1 - in middle school I was being bullied, got annoyed and called the girl a bitch. She and her friends cornered me in the locker room and straight up tried to kill me. I got suspended over it because the teacher that got involved hated me, and the bully lied and said I called her a cunt and the n-word (I didn't know "cunt" at 13 and I don't use the n-word).

2 - same year, different teacher: a few days after I returned from suspension, I sprained my ankle badly and was on crutches. Now, most of my teachers understood that getting across campus was a challenge and I was likely to be a few minutes late to class. This asshole straight up LOCKED ME OUT OF THE CLASSROOM and marked me absent. Luckily I was somewhat friends with the principal, so when she found me crying in the nurse's office, she dealt with it.

3 - same teacher as above: he threatened to completely fail me on an important paper because I didn't write the intro paragraph first (I literally cannot write papers that way, it makes no sense to me, I write the whole paper and then the intro/conclusion). Again, had to get the principal involved.

4 - different teacher, earlier grade but still middle school: I suck at math. I can understand it with help, and I tested into a higher class than my peers in middle school, but I don't get algebra. The teacher made a cursory effort to assist me, then told me I was too dumb to get it and refused to help me at all. Then was surprised that I failed his class.

5 - high school: my French teacher decided to stop actually teaching us and just gave out packets. Don't know if you've ever tried learning a language when it's not spoken, but I don't recommend it. Turns out he was banging the German teacher on campus and was sneaking off during class to meet up.

6 - also high school: had an English teacher tell me I could pick pretty much any topic to write my senior paper on. I picked vampirism throughout history. She told me "I'll approve it, but I don't think you'll be able to get a good paper out of it". I got 89% on the final draft. Could've bumped it higher if I'd edited and resubmitted, but I was satisfied I'd proven my point.

Bonus good teacher: I had a teacher in primary school who wasn't my actual teacher (except briefly for the advanced reading class and an after school math class), but I knew him well. I was sent to his class a lot when I was young because I got into trouble a lot. He was always really nice to me, usually just let me read once I'd finished my assigned work. He also ran the school store on Fridays at lunch and he'd let me help out. But he always made a point to check in with me when I seemed upset, and he was just an amazing person. I miss him.

-Parker

Thank you for sharing

[healingagoddess]

Dance off

Characters: Ajak, Peter Quill, Druig, Thena, Rocket, Drax, Mantis, Makkari, Groot.

Summary: Ajak challenges Starlord to a dance off. Based on this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36qh6RGA87U

Words: 1549

Warnings: None. English is not my first language. 

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The domo, standing on Xandar.

 “We must find their leader.” Ajak spoke, authority in her voice. She meant business. 

     “…the leader of the eternals or like their leader as if we are aliens?” Druig spoke and signed. 

      Yeah, like in the movie. Makkari signed. 

      “How many movies did you both watch with Phastos? No, don’t answer the question.” Ajak couldn’t look more like a disappointed mother. “We are aliens to them. We need to blend in and find the leader of the eternals. Explain everything, but let me talk to them first. It won’t be easy.” 

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Xandar, Andromeda Galaxy. 

A worked up Peter yelled at his friends in the middle of the city, Xandarians stopping to look at him making a scene. 

“I can’t believe your dumb plan got us kicked out during the mission. If you had followed my plan-“ 

     “Your plan?!” Rocket yelled back. “Your dumber plan?! A baby could have done better! No, wait! You are a baby, Quill!” 

     “How mature, now you are calling me-“ 

     Loud laughter interrupted him. 

     “You are a baby!” Drax laughed exaggeratedly, Mantis followed mimicking the laughter going on. 

     “I am groot.” The child tree exclaimed. 

     “Not you too, Groot.” 

     The laughter continued for some time as Peter stood there with his hands on his hips. 

     “Enough. We need to find the nova corps to see how we can fix this mess. And, whoa!” Peter’s gaze fell elsewhere behind the other guardians. 

     “What now?” Rocket turned around. 

     “Did you see that? I had never seen a spaceship like that.” 

     “We should check it out, Quill. Maybe some idiots asking for help we can take advantage of.”

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The domo had music playing, it was part of Thena’s therapy. Ajak wasn’t opposed to it, she had a radio in her kitchen back on earth. They played all kinds of music, it didn’t seem to phase Thena one bit. Sometimes Druig would come up and dance with Makkari fooling around with each other. As they exited the domo they came to find what they thought were Xandarians. Ajak stepped forward. 

     “We come from earth.” 

     “We come in peace.” Druig said, earning a dangerous look from Ajak. 

     “Oh! Earth, the planet earth? The avengers earth?” Rocket came forward.

     “Yes. And you are?” Ajak questioned somewhat surprised. 

     “We are… the guardians of the galaxy.” Quill spoke with all seriousness and superhero pose.

     A clueless Druig came up sensing the confusion on the other eternals.

     “Who?” 

      An annoyed Peter closed his eyes and with exasperation replied. 

     “We are the guardians of the galaxy! We protect the galaxy!” 

     The eternals shared a confused look, clearly not knowing who these beings were. Rocket shook his head in embarrasment. 

     “You know what? We fought against Thanos.” 

     “I mean, that is not a lie, but you were barely there.” Rocket spoke. 

     “I traveled to earth for five years. What is it that you need? There are no more avengers.” 

      Ajak cleared her throat signaling to Makkari to open the domo, trying to escape these beings. Music came out from inside the ship, “Don’t you forget about me” was playing in the background. 

     “Wait!” Quill lifted his arms stopping the eternals from leaving. “Don’t you forget about me. Simple minds. 1985.” 

     “You know this music?” Druig asked. 

     Ajak looked between Druig and Peter. 

     “This is music from earth.” 

      Rocket jumped into the conversation. “He is from earth.” 

     “Actually, I am from missouri.” 

     “That’s on earth, you idiot.” Rocket was having none of it. 

     “They must be as pathetic as you, Quill.” An uninterested Drax spoke. Ajak looked at him for the very first time. 

     “Whoa,” Druig stepped up. “Who are you calling pathetic?” 

     “I am groot.” 

     “You know what? Just a moment ago I thought that was an actual tree.” Druig now seemed confused. Ajak was close to giving up on Druig. 

     “We just want to find what we came looking for and then we can all just go.” Ajak replied, she was too old for this. 

     “You have a nice beat going. Maybe we can help.” Now Peter was interested.

     “Peter’s style is to listen to music while he works.” Rocket intervened. 

     “Ah. So, you are looking for a job? I might have something for you.” Ajak spoke trying to make a deal with them. 

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Xandar, night club.

Long story short now they all stand at a bar with a succesful mission from both eternals and guardians of the galaxy. It was more like a night club, but these terms on Xandar are different. A very agiated Ajak stood in the middle of the dance floor, face flushed from the drinks she had. Someone should have told her the effect these drinks have on humans. She was such a freak on the dance floor. Druig wished Karun was around, this was gold material. Makkari had left to check on Thena, and all Druig could do was look after Ajak. And she was doing amazing. 

    “You know what? You dance good, but it could be better!” Ajak shouted over the music to Peter, who was trying to show off his moves. 

    “You think you can do better?” Peter was drunk. 

     “As a matter of fact! Yes, I can do better! I challenge you to a dance off.” The crowd around went crazy and some space was left for the two of them to show off their moves. 

     “Yes! Show her, Peter! Show her how you saved the planet like footlose! Tell her the story!” A very excited Drax shouted from the sidelines. 

     “Oh, come on! You think you can win this?! I feel sorry for you, star-loser!” Druig was loving this, Ajak had just called Peter star-loser. She would regret everything tomorrow. He would stop her, but this was too funny to intervene. 

    “She called me star-loser! I’m in! I take you challenge. Prepare to lose.” A worked up Peter began to dance, the music was some pop like tune and he was moving his hips in a sensual way that seemed more like comedy to Ajak. The crowd cheered as he dropped to his knees in a powerful finish, pointing to Ajak. She didn’t take offense and instead she waved her hands like it was some easy stuff. Soon she broke into a dance that was actually decent and to Peter’s level. It seemed like boogie, but who knew that on Xandar? And damn, Ajak was hot. 

     The Xandarians were wild and filming on their devices. They kept cheering and screaming. The entire place was lit. Soon it was Peter’s turn again and the music changed to something more cultural. Peter began to dance what seemed like a ritual dance of some sort. It was intriguing and strange, but did the job. Rocket shook his head in second hand embarrasment. Ajak was fierce and confident, she relied on a good salsa move and she stole the show. A man with a mic was hyping her up and soon she gained more confidence that earned her more drinks on the club’s behalf. She knew victory was hers. But by the time they were done they were too hype and drunk to actually remember who won. Druig had had the time of his life. And nobody would take the smile off his face for quite some time. 

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The domo

The nex day Ajak awoke to a throbbing pain on her back and a massive headache that she soon began to heal. A groan escaped her lips as she tried to get up. She was still wearing the same clothes from the night before, her suit. 

     “What happened?” She questioned as she got up to meet with the others. She felt like a truck had hit her. Maybe it did happen. Laughter echoed through the halls and she winced at the sound. She found the other three eternals huddled together staring at some sort of screen device. Their laughter was too much and it seemed like Druig would pass out. 

     “What are you all doing?” Ajak waited for a response. She had questions. But all three heads snapped her way and she knew whatever it was it involved her. She closed her eyes in resignation and let out a tired breath. 

     “Let me see.” 

     “We didn’t know you were so cool, Ajak.” Druig joked. 

     Yeah, you got moves! Makkari signed with a cheeky smile. 

     “Who knew you had it in you?” Thena teased. 

     The horror in Ajak’s face as she looked at the video was priceless. In the video she was dancing on the table and soon she was dragged away by security. Much to her horror she stared with wide eyes, brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape. It took her a moment to look at the others, hand to her mouth in desbelief. 

     “Is that really me?!” She said in horror. 

     “Yes!” Druig was close to fainting, his face was red and they all couldn’t stop laughing. Ajak just stared in horror. 

     “I am sending this to the others. I am so glad Rocket allowed me to have this.” 

     “No! Don’t to that.” Ajak covered her eyes. 

     “Too late.” Thena said as she pressed send. Druig was on the floor now. “The only reason we have this it’s because apparently you won and they were too embarrased about it.” 

      Ajak promised to never drink again on unknown planets. She will never escape this. 

     Druig won’t let her forget. Ever.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Path

Breach Masterlist

Warnings: non/dubcon sex (series), general angst

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: Uh, yeah, the long awaited update! And we’re very close to an ending. A necessary explanation that the timeline of the MCU has been changed for the purpose of this series. As of this chapter, the year is 1989. Anyways, let’s welcome back James and Luka!

I won’t demand but do ask for feedback; likes, reblogs, replies, comments, asks, especially on this series, but again, enjoy in your own way! <3 Love you!

You’d never been on a plane before. You’d ridden in the cargo bay of a large boat from Europe, hidden amid the barrels and fishing nets. The rest of the way, had been marked by the back of rickety farming trucks and mule-drawn carts. But never a plane.

Weeks on the road, by foot, by car, until you reached the short dock along the winding river; a peculiar, small plane floating on the water. 

James handed the man a handful of bills and turned back to you as he felt the pistol hidden beneath his jacket. Luka sat on your hip and asked a dozen questions as you were helped into the aircraft, the pilot ahead of you and James behind. How did it fly and float? Where were you going? Were you going to space? 

You hushed him as you sat on a crate against the wall and James sat on the next. You turned Luka so that his back rested against your front and the man beside you tapped his gloves fingers on his knee. 

You listened as the pilot flipped switches and cranked the plane to life. It rumbled around you and you latched onto James’ arm without thinking. He leaned in until his arm met yours. Luka laughed in delight as the propellers began to spin.

“It’s alright,” James said in Portugeuse; he warned you not to speak Russian. “Be calm. I rode in worse.”

“Maybe you have, but I do not like the idea of being so high up,” You hissed and retracted your hand. “Must we go so far away?”

“We’ve spent long enough here.” He whispered close to your ear. “And now is the time to go. So many people are moving around, we will hardly be missed.”

“You still haven’t told me where we go,” You hugged Luka as the plan began to move.

“Best I don’t. Yet.” He said pointedly and raised his finger to his lips to signal silence.

You nodded and rocked Luka. The canvas bag on your back held a change of clothes for both of you and the woolen wolf toy you’d knitted him when he was still in the cradles. James told you to bring as little as possible. Enough to survive. He had a bag on his own back stuffed with salted rations, ammunition, and his own clothing. He was geared more to war as you felt little more than a refugee running for the hills.

The constant roar of the engine set you on edge and tugged at your exhausted mind. As the plane lifted from the water in a flurry, you clung tighter to Luka and he grabbed onto your arm to keep you from squeezing him too hard.

“Mama, mama,” He called over the noise. “You will hurt me.”

“Here,” James reached out and took Luka’s arm. “I’ll take him. You should try to rest.”

“Up here?” You let go, reluctant. The boy was your only comfort as you lifted into the clouds. “I don’t think I can.”

“Try.” He ordered. “We will still have far to go after we land.”

“We always have far to go,” You crossed your arms.

He was silent. Again. In those days you’d traveled, he had been even less talkative than before. His brow wrinkled as he forged on, aimed towards some unknown target. He was even more insistent, even more impatient, but you did not have the strength to hope that he was eager for some end to the road. Only another pit stop.

Despite your nerves, despite the way your skin pricked every time you thought of the dearth of land beneath you, and the altitude made your ears ache, your eyelids closed. At first you did not doze, merely tried to hide from the world before you. But your own fatigue overwhelmed your obstinacy and you fell asleep.

In your dreams, you were there again. As you were every time you slept. The bright cell, the anguished cries of your child, the sinister shadow of the soldier. Not James, the soldier. And the doctors poked and prodded at you as they whispered. You screamed but no sound rose and you woke with a start.

You blinked through the haze as the engines whirred still and you glanced over as James quickly folded up a piece of paper. You saw only the picture of a man, taken long ago, blonde hair and square jaw; stoic. You covered your yawn with your arm as James tucked the paper into his pocket, jostling Luka who slept silently against his chest.

“You okay?” He asked. “You were dreaming again.”

“Was I?” You played dumb.

“You make noises,” He said. “Sometimes you speak.”

“Oh,” You shifted on the crate. “How long did I--”

“Mmm,” He shrugged. “We’re almost there.”

“There?” You asked.

“Almost ready to land,” He explained. “You don’t trust me.”

“Why do you say that? I have trusted you, James. You have kept us safe.” You argued.

“But you watch me.” He said. 

You lowered your head and rubbed your hands together. “You are quiet. You… never tell me anything.”

“I tell you what you need to know. Any more and it would be dangerous.” He pushed back his hair. “Can you trust that I am taking us somewhere we will be safe? Somewhere we might be able to stay?”

“And where would be such a fantastical place?” You challenged.

“Another thing I cannot tell,” He smiled grimly. “But will you trust me one last time?”

“Always trust,” You assured. “Always.” You reached over and touched Luka’s cheek. “Even then, you saved him. You took him from those monsters.” You sniffed. “You never had to take me too.”

He bent his head and looked down at the child in his lap. He rubbed Luka’s back and sighed.

“Do you think I would’ve left you?” His voice was brittle.

“You weren’t James then.” You placed your hand over his as his fingers, the metal ones concealed in his leather glove, began to twitch. “You are now, but you still hide from me.”

He shook his head and turned his face away from you. “The soldier, James…” You could barely hear him. “They are the same person and they both hurt you.”

“You are not--” You tucked your fingers under his palm and held his hand as he tried to pull away. “No, you did not know the soldier as well as I. You are not the same, James.”

He kept his face hidden but squeezed your hand. He took a deep breath and rested his head on Luka’s smaller one. “I try…” He muttered. “I try.”

✰

Back on solid ground, you didn’t stop moving. The only thing that changed, was the world around you. At first, the signs remained in Spanish and after a stop at a checkpoint, they turned to English. You could not read that so well and the few people you met, spoke too quickly for you to keep up.

You could surmise that you were in America. You knew that James was born there, it was of the few details he offered about who he was, or who he had been. You stopped at a bank, he waited for the other customers to clear out, and he exchanged his real for dollars. He kept his head down as he returned to you, hidden with Luka behind a cafe, and kept on.

He bought a rusted old Chrysler from a dealer on a dusty road. It rattled but didn’t putter. He stopped only to fill the tank and buy coffee and processed sandwiches from the stations. You stopped once to eat in a restaurant but James had hurried you through the meal as Luka began to shout loudly in Spanish, Russian, then English.

States lines were little more than painted signs on the road. The landscape changed, it grew wetter, lusher, swamps then forests, then sprawling farmlands. James kept away from the cities and forged along the back roads. And then he stopped and stared down an impasse.

You were tired. Days spent sleeping in the car, almost a whole week, with the brooding man and the bored and energetic child. It had all mounted on your shoulders and in your head. You wanted a bed; a real bed. You wanted to stay still.

“What is it?” You asked.

“We’re almost there,” He said.

“Almost where?” You wondered as you unwrapped a candy bar for Luka. A treat you’d saved for him a few days back.

James let out a long breath and turned the wheel as he hit the gas. He didn’t answer as he drove on. He wasn’t going to tell you. You could tell he was anxious. You could tell he was uncertain. And you were too.

You played a game with Luka to distract yourself. He grew tired of it and so you sang with him, out of key, but it eased your nerves. You went silent as you reached the city. You didn’t need a sign or a map. You knew it from the magazine and the television. It was New York.

You looked over at Bucky in disbelief.

“This is--”

“Where I’m from,” He said. “I was born here. Up in Brooklyn.” His voice was wistful. “A very long time ago.”

“Very long,” You chided. “You are not so much older than me.”

“I don’t look it,” He kept his eyes on the road and slowed with the traffic around him. “I…” He swallowed. “I have to meet someone and then I will tell you. Everything.”

“Meet who?” Your heart was fluttering.

“An old friend,” He stopped as the car before him did and he leaned against the car door as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out that paper, newsprint, folded and refolded time and time again. “Here.”

You unfolded it carefully. The article was printed in English. You frowned. “I cannot read so well this language.” You said.

“You can read enough.” He insisted. “You will have to learn to speak it too.”

You squinted and looked over the paper. The same picture of the blonde man; words you recognized; a name. ‘War hero, Captain America, found in Arctic’. Your eyes roved the page; thawed, alive, preserved, miracle. You shook your head in confusion.

“That is my friend,” James said. “He can help us. He knows people. People who can keep us from Hydra.” He eased onto the gas. “I can’t fight alone. Not anymore.”

“You sure they will?” You asked. 

“I know he will.” He gripped the wheel tightly. “If not me, you and Luka.”

“All of us.” You insisted.

He looked grim as he nodded but said nothing more. You folded up the paper and looked around at the crowded buildings.

“Mama, there’s so many people,” Luka chimed. “And everything’s so tall.”

“Yes, Myshka,” You said. “So tall.”

✰

It was dark. You sat in an alley with Luka in your lap, a disposed orange crate beneath you. James stood against the wall, hidden in shadows as he kept his eyes on the opening. Every time a pedestrian passed, he grew tense. You weren’t sure what his plan was, you were only scared. You needed somewhere to sleep, even the car, but he was too nervous to leave you alone, even locked in the old Chrysler.

Then he marched forward. You watched him as he grabbed the silhouette and dragged it into the alley. The man was taller than him, his figure limned in sunlight as he pushed back against James and forced him against the wall. The two men struggled with each other as they grunted.

James caught a fist than an elbow, barely keeping himself from being thrown off his feet. He was holding his punches, refusing to hit the man.

“Steve, Steve!” He hissed. “Hey, punk, it’s me!” He snarled. “Bucky.”

The other man suddenly stopped. He held James, or this person he knew as Bucky, against the wall as he tried to see him through the dark. He released him and stepped back, stunned.

“How--” The man uttered.

“I can’t explain. Not here.” James said as he lowered his voice.

“It can’t be,” Steve gasped. “Bucky. What the hell are you doing scaring me like that?”

“I didn’t know how else… I spotted you just down the street but-- had to take a chance.” James said nervously. “And I-- We need a place to go. Just for the night.”

“Just for the night?” Steve asked. “Is that all?”

“Well, no, but--”

“Wait, you said ‘we’,” Steve interjected. “Who--”

Bucky waved two fingers and signaled you over to him. You stood from beside the stinking bins and neared as Luka asked what was going on. You hushed him and came to stand by James, just behind his shoulder. The moonlight shone past the tall apartments and you saw the man clearer as he saw you in turn. He smiled.

“Buck,” He said. “You--”

“My son, Luka,” James said pointedly then introduced you.

“How did you--”

“We can’t talk out here.” James urged. “I know it’s a lot to ask but I can’t take them anywhere else.”

“It’s nothing, pal,” Steve patted his shoulder. “Stay as long as you need.” He looked between you and James. “So, let me show you my place. Not much…” He inched towards the mouth of the alley. “But it smells much better than this hole.”

[couchpotatoaniki]

One Year ❣︎ Two: Plotting and Planning

Chapter Summary: You finally arrive at Jeju Island, but there’s trouble in paradise between you and Dominic.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Fem!Reader Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, lotta crack and stupid shit ngl Chapter warnings: swearing, stalking, cheating Word count: 2.7k+ A 365 Days parody

Previous: Chapter One For the rest of the series, click here

Speech in bold means they’re talking in Korean

Speech in italics is whatever the reader wants their native langue to be that’s not Korean or English

Speech without either means they’re talking in English

You wanted to punch him square in the face.

Dominic was pushing your buttons beyond what you could handle, and you had no idea what had gotten into him.  Never this bad when it came to his attention. Never did he make you feel this annoyed.

Jeju was a nice place--just as beautiful as you had imagined--but the flight was fairly long so none of you went sight seeing the day you landed. Skipped off to the hotel room for some much needed rest, you most of all.

Though you had a weird sense, chills running up your spine occasionally and funny feelings at the back of your head, you tried to shove it aside. Work was not meant to make it’s way while you were all on your holiday.

Not to mention, your boyfriend was talking once again to his colleagues and friends, not paying mind to you as you hauled the rest of the luggage around the large airport and hotel.

You were tired. You felt not normal. He was being a dick.

So it all had started off on the wrong foot. Still time left to change it around, right?

Then Dominic decided it would be great to take up most of the hotel bed--probably because it was so comfy, whereas he only had half of the bed back at home.

Eventually, you were too tired to put up with this behaviour so you got up and walked to Seonghwa’s and Yeosang’s room.

“The fuck, why are you here?” Yeosang mumbled, half-asleep himself.

Caught the rapid pitter-patters of water running in the background, which must’ve been Seonghwa. “How long’s he been in the shower?” You asked since he generally takes quite a long time.

“Just got in,” he answered, moving aside as you pushed through the doorway with a lazy glare resting on your face.

“Good. Stealin’ his bed,” was all you said before flopping onto the nearest double bed--still as comfortable as the king sized you were supposed to share--and knocking out right there on the spot.

Yeosang ruffled his silvery-grey hair, sighing. “His bed was the other one...”

The next day was a little more manageable.

The sleep definitely helped your patience level, though Seonghwa was a little annoyed that he had to share the night with Yeosang.

Granted, when you explained everything in the morning over some food from the breakfast buffet, he understood.

You were like a little sister to him. Sure, he took you under his wing a little less than five years ago, taught you his trade, polished you up to be the best of the best, he still grew fond of you.

An older brother you never had, and acting as such, he was highly sceptical when you brought a boy to the dinner table. Dominic, you had introduced.

Never liked him since. Sucked it up only for you, but his patience too was tested often by comments that were made and outlandish behaviour that was presented. No, Seonghwa didn’t like him one bit.

“Well,” he began, taking a bite of a golden, buttered croissant, “if you start feeling uncomfortable again, just pop over to our room and I’ll kick Yeosang out.”

You chuckled at the thought. “He’ll rip him to shreds.”

“Who? Yeosang or Dom?” Threw a pointed look in his direction, as if to ask him if he actually did just say that. “Okay, okay,” Seonghwa laughed as he almost spat out his orange juice, “I knew you meant Yeosang.”

“Happy birthday, dipshit!” Mingi’s voice boomed from behind, as the rest began to join the two of you. His long arms wrapped around your shoulders as he squeezed you in a bone-crushing hug.

“Happy birthday to you too, douchebag,” you squeaked out. The other boys had settled down, wishing you both a happy birthday--Dominic giving you a little kiss too.

Tried to hold back the smirk fighting its way onto your lips as you saw Seonghwa openly grimacing in your peripheral. “Where were you last night, babe?”

You never particularly liked it, that nickname. ‘Babe’...

“You’re asking that now?” Playfully teasing, though there was a slight hint of venom. None of which he picked up on. “I was with Seonghwa and Yeosang.”

“Really?” Dominic’s brow lifted, the judgement of you spending a night in two other men’s room clearly written in his expression.

“Yes, really,” you replied, less playful since he should have known by now that all of you were strictly friends. Neither passion nor romance was held for either the black-haired clean-freak and the grumpy introvert.

Has never been since you were all like family.

“Okay then,” he sighed, sitting beside you with his plate of a heavy breakfast.

The boys stayed quiet throughout the exchange, noticing everything going on but not saying a word. Knew that you could handle it better on your own.

San, on the other hand, was fuming. Although he was not close enough to hear a word any of you said--not that it would matter since he couldn’t understand it anyway--the boy could see the feelings of annoyance brew in your mind.

Hongjoong had his hand on his friend’s shoulder, preventing him from walking up and doing something he would regret. “Look, you don’t know what’s being said, so just give it a rest and enjoy your toast.”

“Joong, I can’t enjoy my toast, especially if he’s said something that makes her upset. I’ll floor the fucker, I swear--”

“San,” the blur-haired boy warned in a low tone, “eat your toast.”

One of his strengths would be that San knew when to back off. Sure, it came to a much bigger challenge when you were involved, apparently, but he still had listened to his second-in-command. “Fine. I’ll eat it, but I won’t like it.”

Hongjoong had not said another word to him, still pissed off about what his boss had pulled last night. Flying over had drained energy out of him, no matter how many times he did it, so all he wanted to do was to go to the villa, greet Jongho and Wooyoung, and then go to sleep.

That was it.

But no. San decided he had to chase you to this hotel. This hotel which was less luxurious than the villa and the food was sub-par at best. Not to mention he kept pacing about the room that was supposed to be opposite yours and your boyfriend’s, worried how you left the room and went into a different one.

Hongjoong had to stop him from bugging the rooms or even go pounding the door so hard it knocked down.

Seeing his boss and friend like this had him beyond concerned, since this was the first time it’s ever gotten to this degree.

In fact, he was so concerned, he had to update the two other boys about it--without San’s knowledge.

Wooyoung had told him to bring San to the villa as soon as possible--by tomorrow night, no matter what--but the man in question appeared to have other plans.

Throughout the day, San became more calculated in his movements (particularly when it seemed that you were on alert of some strange presence by the side glances you gave in their general direction). “We're going back to the villa tomorrow night.”

To hear that was a bit of a shock, especially when he had planned for the same thing. “What are you gonna do?”

“Sweep her off her feet, of course,” San smirked, devious little cogs in his head turning.

Ruffling his hair as he looked over at you and your friends--sat down in the tent lounge for your celebratory dinner--Hongjoong shuddered slightly at the ominous tone.

Clinking of a fork against glass, Dominic grabbed the attention of everyone, including the bystanders around him. Clearing his throat, he pulled out a piece of of paper with words scribbled on.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, surprisingly in Korean rather than the language you all communicated in--though it wasn’t perfect, he was still trying. San was glad, now able to understand what was being said.

“Today is a special day, because it is the birthday of two very special people. One of which is my lovely girlfriend. So I would like to embarrass her by preparing this speech, to let everyone know this wonderful woman is mine.”

The mafia boss didn’t like that. He didn’t like that one bit.

“I’m so glad you were born, because life wouldn’t have been as fun without you, and you’re certainly very special in not only my heart, but the rest of the boys as well.”

It wasn’t only San who was unhappy about this speech. This wasn’t just your birthday, it was Mingi’s as well, yet he was written off. So, before Dominic could conclude his speech, you stood up, interjecting him.

“Thank you, for that nice speech. But I also want to congratulate my childhood friend, for it’s his birthday today too.” You lifted your glass to cheer the giant. “If it weren’t for you, God knows where I would be, if I would even be alive. You’ve saved my ass more times than I can count and for that, I’ll forever be eternally grateful.”

Hearing you speak such good Korean had--for some bizarre reason--made San’s heart skip a beat of two. Even as your accent shone, the pronunciation was close to flawless.

Yet Dominic was not feeling so proud. Yes, it was Mingi’s birthday too, but that speech was for you. Interrupting him was almost as if you were putting Mingi before him. Before your boyfriend.

As the chocolate cake topped with sparklers was brought out by the staff and people around you started to sing ‘happy birthday’ in Korean (your friends being the loudest), you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were being watched again. But what was worse, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Dominic was going to do something dumb tonight.

“Excuse me,” you said as you stood up in the middle of dinner, when everything went back to normal.

“And where are you going, little missy?” Yunho asked as he moved his long legs to let you get past.

“Bathroom,” was all you said as you went by, needing to freshen up after feeling so... odd. Confined under the eyes of people you didn’t know.

The night had brought itself a particularly cold wind, rushing past your black chiffon dress. “Crap,” you cursed, “should’ve brought a thicker coat.”

Each turn you made, you became increasingly confused as to where you were. This place was like a damn maze. “Should’ve probably asked for directions too.”

“Are you lost, babygirl?” a deep voice asked you in English, cocky tone evident in the way the words rolled off his tongue. You turned to see the man who had just dared to call you that, ready to thump him in the face with a nearby plant pot, but when you saw his face, a sense of familiarity washed over you.

This was the guy. He's eyes were following you since you came off the plane--you could feel it in your bones.

“No thanks, you replied back in English, “I’m perfectly fine.”

And you turned around, not capturing the devilish smirk growing across San’s face as he watched you powerfully walk off in some random direction, not knowing if it was towards the bathroom.

But he didn’t need to know that, did he?

“Where’s Dom?” Mingi pondered as he looked around, realising it was oddly peaceful in the area.

“Not a clue,” you shrugged, “he’s been gone all night. Disappeared after dinner.”

While Yeosang, Yunho, and Seonghwa went swimming in the hotel pool, hearing their yells of ‘Marco!’ and ‘Polo!’, you and your childhood friend opted for sunbathing on colourful lounge chairs.

“Since when the fuck do you not have a clue? Plus, we all saw how that dickhead was eyefucking that random hoe at the dinner.”

“I really don’t wanna think about it. After all, it’s our birthday and I don’t wanna ruin the mood by thinking of the things he’s probably doing.”

Propping himself on his elbows, he took off his sunglasses to look at you. “Bastard’s cheating on you and you’re not gonna do anything?”

“Oh no, I’m definitely going to bring pain upon his ass like never before, but right now is not the time. Besides, it’s not as if we ever loved each other. And I finally got a good night’s sleep.” You placed your hand over his in a reassuring way, but it did nothing much.

Your response had Mingi biting his bottom lip, worried. “Hearing you talk like that scares me sometimes, ya know?”

“After everything I went through, you still think I’m going to be who I was?” You opened your eyes, peering over at him with eyes so cold that there was only one situation he would see them. “Do you still fucking think with all the shit that the five of us do, I’d still be a person who believes in mercy or love?”

Sighing, he lay back down with his sunglasses covering his eyes once more. “You’re right, it’s dampening the mood. What are you planning to do between now and dinner? Any particular place you wanna visit?”

Contemplating, you hummed as you thought of what to do next. “Maybe visit the stone park? Looked beautiful enough in the pictures,” you sighed, “What do you think? Your birthday too, ya know?”

The tall man shot a boyish grin your way. “Sounds great--”

“Hey!” The two of you turned your head to look at Dominic, who had trudged towards you in flip-flops. When he bent down to peck your cheek, you made no move whatsoever, internally cringing at the feel of his dirtied lips against your skin.

“And where were you?” you inquired, clearly not pleased with this. He hadn’t even bothered to hide the lingering scent of fruity perfume of the random woman he spent the night with.

Though there was something very much off about him since this isn’t something he would do, you will never excuse his disloyal behaviour.

“Oh, I went to Hallim Park. You seemed busy with the rest of the boys so I decided to leave you in peace.”

You took your glasses off, pretending to be pissed off about him going to a place he didn’t actually visit when it was actually about the secret he was trying to hide from you. “Are you shitting me right now? You promised we’d go there together.”

“I know, but I just needed to clear my head for a bit.” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, no longer looking you in the eye.

“For the entire night?”

“Yes, for the entire night,” he snapped, instantly irking you even more because how fucking dare he?

Sighing, you got out of the lounge chair you were in, licking you lips to calm you down just a fraction before you stab him in the eye. “You know what?”

Each step you took towards him, he took backwards until he was right at the edge of the pool.

You brought you lips right next to his ear, the faint scent of pineapple lingering on your tongue, spotting the hickey hidden under his neck. You whispered, “fuck you,” before pushing him with ease into the pool to create a massive splash.

With steam coming out of your ears, you stormed away back into the hotel as Mingi lay there, laughing.

“That’s my girl,” San chuckled as he watched the scene unfold. He could tell from the feeling of the argument that you were unhappy about your boyfriend not being home that night.

In fact, when the mafia boss first noticed the way Dominic couldn’t peel his eyes away from one of the other women in the lounge last night, he decided to keep tabs on his movements--and thank god he did, otherwise he wouldn’t have found the great evidence that could pull you two apart and thrust you into his arms.

Hongjoong however, was actually somewhat terrified. “That man was twice the size of her.”

“I know. Feisty little lady.”

The blue-haired man looked at him with so much disgust, watching how he was so enamoured by you and a little turned on. No matter how open San was about what he liked in ‘bedroom matters’ both verbally and (unfortunately) physically, he still couldn’t help how grossed out he was.

“Jesus, keep it in your pants,” he grunted.

“Chin up, Joong,” San sighed, strangely gleeful, “we won’t have to stalk around much longer.”

“No?”

“No,” he smiled, “because she’s back with us to the villa. Tonight.”

☕︎ Tag list: @little-precious-baby​ , @sparklychangbin​ ,

[rosyerim]

bad boy au | na jaemin

na jaemin, the notorious playboy of his school

literally flirts his way out of trouble

his english teacher caught his cheating during his test and what did jaemin do? wink and slide the paper up his sleeves

“ah you must be mistaken i would never cheat on a test! esp w a teacher as pretty as you ♥ ~(◠‿◕✿)”

cue the teacher blushin and letting him off and jeno laughing at him getting caught

part of the dreamie squad obviously 

the whole group of them are absolute hearthrobs

but jaemin is like the leader ever since mark graduated ot7(╥﹏╥)o

whenever he walks down the hall or into class, guaranteed the students are squealing and highkey blushing

i mean who isn’t, jaemin is a god???

he’s also known for playing around w girls and boys

its never too serious as jaemin always cuts it off when if they say i love you

homeboy isn’t about that committed life

which sucks for the ppl he has a thing with

because he treats them so good

always taking them out on the cutest dates, to the newest cafe, the aquarium, the ice cream shop even simple dates in the park!!

 pulling out their chair for them, holding the door open for them all that gentleman ish!!

but they always want more from jaemin

jaemin is known to be affectionate w his own friends but he’s never done any pda with his flings

which confuses them bc??does jaemin like me?? 

the answer is; no

despite what he says while flirting he rarely means any of it, he just likes the reactions he gets like,

when he compliments them and they turn red

or he holds their hand and they get all shy

but he loses interest in them as quickly as he gets it and is quick to cut it off

which does make him a bit of an asshole in that sense

but he does it in such a nice way they can’t get mad

he also dyes his hair so!!much!! 

how hasn’t it fallen out yet!!!

also kind of a stoner

psa; dont do drugs kids if ur underage!! this is just an au!!!

he likes to get faded behind the abandoned carnival the dreamies have dubbed as their hangout

its rlly just a closed down amusement park thats rlly old and they just spray painted DREAM on everything they could find but the dreamies love the eerie feeling they get in ther and like to pretend they own it

AND theirs no cops around so they can do what they like

which usually means getting crossfaded or having the occasional bonfire/party but most of the time they just get a truckload of candy and challenge each other on pokemon w their nintendos lol

he also likes the feeling of his surroundings being numb and always ends up falling asleep after he finishes a blunt

which leaves a sleepy and clingy jaemin stuck w the rest of the dreamies

jaemin doesn’t let himself smoke around his flings as he doesn’t trust them nearly as much as his boys

lowkey has trust issues

but once he gets his daily dose of coffee, like 3000 shots of espresso he is A W A K E

the dreamies are the worst for almost getting in trouble

when it gets dark they usually hop on their bikes, grab two bottles of spray paint each, and go on into their neighbourhood, whilst playing obnixous dubstep from their speakers

and cause total chaos 

they always leave dogs barking and house lights turning on in their wake as they cycle like mad men down the empty streets, streaking the road with luminous pinks and greens

they get the biggest thrill out of being chased by the local police

whenever the hear the telltale siren they all whoop and laugh in unison, shouting out bets on who will get caught first chenle and who’ll get back to the hangout first renjun

it’s dangerous but they get a real kick out of it and always make sure to tweet about and post it on ig

overall jaemin is jus your average bad boy who likes causing havoc

but who doesn’t like havoc?? 

you, my dear reader :))

you had just moved house and into a completely new neighborhood

 it was your fifth day in your new home and you missed your old area a lottt

and you were highkey bitter bc you didn’t want to move but your parents made you >:((

so sunday night rolls around and you were chilling in bed, watching some dumb yt video when all of sudden in the distance you heard,,,thumping,,,

like really ugly but rhythmic thumping,,,

and it was getting louder and closer to your house

so you being all investigative, throw on your hoodie and waddle on downstairs and open your front door, the porch light turning on automatically

and what you saw was a sight

there were a group of boys cycling up and down your street, attempting to do tricks like wheelies???and shit

but as they did their tricks they were spraying the ground so they left a lot of squiggly lines as they turned and jumped

you didn’t mind that, you thought it was actually kind of pretty

but what wasn’t pretty was that hideous music

you were pretty sure they were playing that im blue dabdeeda song but a dubstepped remix version 

and god it was awful

but you kinda assumed they must have gona tone deaf bc they were screeching the lyrics to the tops of the voices and one tall kid was trying to freestyle to it

yeah, they were a sight

 you noticed none of the neighours had come outside which meant this was a normal occurrence??

oh no, you were not having this

without a second thought you shoved your feet into your uggs by the door and stomped your little butt over to the group of screaming boys

one of the boys who was on his phone on his bike, noticed you storming towards them and quickly hit another guy next to him and so on

until all their attention was on you

all six of them 

if it were your old neighbourhood you would have been flustered at their attention on you and they were good looking and you were wearing an,,,odd attire

but you didn’t care

once you reached them you just crossed your arms

“whose playing the music?”

they kinda looked at you as if you spoke another language

until you arched an eyebrow and the tall kid from earlier raised his hand, holding his phone 

“uh,,, i am,,, i’m jisung,,,”

you marched over to him and swiped his phone, ignoring the laughing from one of the boys, scrolling thru his horrible choice of songs

then one of them tapped you on ur shoulder

“so like,,who are you? whats your deal sis?”

you noted he had quite an ugly bowlcut that was also bright red and you just rolled your eyes, before typing in a decent song in jisungs phone

another kid stepped forward and tried to look menacing as he stood up slightly taller in front of you

“like haechan asked,,what’s your deal? do you know who we are?”

you scoffed and clicked on the song, feeling satisfied as frank oceans song ivy played through the speaker

“frankly i don’t care who you guys are but your taste in music is shit and you all sound obnoxious”

homeboy who tried to seem tough was lowkey shook

and haechan just laughed really sarcastically 

“our music taste is shit? your outfit is a mess” 

your outfit was literally a large hoodie and uggs but like??your mom bought them and u liked them!!

“my mess of an outfit is worth more than that tragic cheap dye job you got ontop of your scalp smh”

haechan just gaped at you while the boys tried to hide their snickers 

you were about to leave before another one of them stepped forward, stretching out his hand

“yo you’re kinda funny, i’m renjun!” 

u just stared at his hand 

“yeah cool i dont care, bye”

ohhhh cold

you had stalked off from them ignroing their oooo savages behind you, ready to slip back into bed highkey proud of yourself 

BUT

not so fast

suddenly your met with a really smiley face with pink hair

he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it giving you his usual, heart stopping smile

“i don’t think i’ve seen you before...i’m jaemin and its very nice to meet you (◕‿-)“

but you are not liking his large ass smile

you rip your hand back and just arch your eyebrow again at him

“are you all actually deaf? I am y/n, and I do not care! goodnight!” 

and off you storm, this time actually making it to your door

you spare one more glance at them as you’re closing it 

and the group are almost crying bc they’re laughing so hard at jaemin whose looking over at you 

and he just winks at as u slam the door shut 

damn reader, ur wildt

once you’re back in your room you hear the group disappearing down the street, smiling as you hear frank ocean’s voice float away slowly

you peak out your window to see if they’re all gone but what you see leaves your mouth gaping

there in a mix of luminous pink and greens, spelled out in capitals is

TILL NEXT TIME Y/N ♥

there was gona b a next time??? oh no poor you ;)

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Detroit Evolution Character Studies.

If you haven’t seen the absolutely lovely Reed900 fan film Detroit Evolution by @/octopunkmedia, I highly recommend it. (This also contains spoilers for it so watch before reading this.) I’m not done with these character studies as I plan to do one more for both characters.

Essentially, these are scenes taken directly from the film where I wrote it out, action, words, and all, as well as tried to capture what I thought they would be feeling/thinking in those moments as a way of learning to write the character’s voices (or my version of them). Word Count: 2,345 TW: Cursing, blood/ injury/ death mention, brief mention of food.

Nines

Timestamp: 11:22

He carried the full coffee mug from the break room to Gavin’s desk, a spring in his steady step. Placing the mug down, he looked at Gavin, a challenge in his eyes.

Gavin looked up from his phone. “Thank god.”

Nines held back a sigh. “I hate you.”

“You love me.” Gavin sassed back.

Nines pushed at Gavin’s feet that were propped up on the desk. “Move your feet.” He listened to the small sound of surprise that came from the human and sat where the feet had been, waiting for Gavin to stop spinning. “Have you been reviewing the case?” He glanced at the inactive computer screen.

Gavin sat straighter in the chair and leaned forward. “You know me. When do I stop?” He pulled up the case file on his computer. “Our victim’s an AC900, right? That happens to be a model designed for athletics and endurance. So, her thirium pump is one of the most valuable out there.”

Nines tilted his head. “You think the killer could have black market motivations?”

“You can’t rule it out. Not with how advanced that part is. So, once I made that genius deduction, I went through a list of my contacts in the android parts market and they got back to me with some common drop sites for black market deals.”

Nines was wary of where this was going, his LED circling to yellow. “Contacts? There are black market dealers who collude with the DPD?”

Gavin sat back, posture relaxed. “They give me intel, I stay off their back.”

“That doesn’t seem legal.” it defied his sense of logic to work with criminals to catch other criminals, even if the method had some merit.

Gavin spun his chair to face him, voice becoming defensive. “Okay, Nines. Sometimes you gotta bend the rules if you want to catch a bigger fuckin’ fish, alright? I know it’s not your protocol or whatever but, that’s why you got me.” He took a sip of his coffee, looking pleased with himself.

Nines leaned on his hand. “How would I ever succeed without your obstinance and rule breaking?” Sarcasm was something he’d mastered soon after deviating and used often with Gavin.

Gavin set his mug down, crossing his hands over his lap. “Yeah, you got a real funny way of saying ‘experience and wisdom’.”

“Wisdom?” Nines almost scoffed. “Gavin, I have a database in my brain containing over two hundred thousand words in the English language and I believe you found the one that least applies to yourself.”

Gavin looked up at him. “Shuuuut the fuck up.” He reached forward to tap his keyboard, bringing their attention back to the case. “Look, if we can intercept some dealers and bring ‘em in, we’ll find out if our victim’s thirium pump has been making the rounds. That could lead us straight to the killer.” He looked at Nines for his opinion.

Nines hummed. “It’s a good start, but waiting for a dealer to cross our path could mean it could take weeks to find a lead.” His LED went to blue as he thought it over.

“Thought of that too, smartass. There are definitely some sites where black market activity is hot.” He pointed at the screen and Nines turned to look. “These apartments out in Ferndale and Slide Docks-” he moved to point at another part of the map on the screen. “-here.”

Nines considered the information and screen. “We’ll need to split up to cover both.”

“Nah, you won’t have to miss me.” He gestured to the new detective with his mug. “We’ll get Chris on one of them while we go to the other.”

Nines looked at Chris, who seemed to have a lot on his mind. “He’s been quiet, since Jericho.”

Gavin busied himself with gathering his things. “Okay. Maybe work will take his mind off of it.”

Nines hummed, watching him. “Burying troubles in work is your usual approach.”

Gavin stood and rounded his chair, blowing a kiss to Nines sarcastically. Nines turned his head in time to notice Gavin flip him off behind Nines’ back. He smiled at the antics and followed the detective.

Nines

Timestamp: 54:00

‘I need you to come back to me, Nines.’

Nines could hear Gavin, even as he was trying to search every line of his code for a way to fix this corruption.

‘You are my partner. Come back to me, Nines.’

Nines heard a glitch in the garden before Gavin’s voice spoke again, closer this time, different. “Hey, tin can.”

He looked up to see his simulation of Gavin standing there. Calling his name, Nines ran over to him. He said his name again as he tried to hold him, only to be met with loose pixels and glitching code. He took a step back, anger in his voice. “What did she do to you?”

Gavin’s voice was distorted and his pixels were out of sync. “Code’s all buggy from Ada. You gotta delete me. Delete all of this, start from scratch.”

“Delete it?” Nines felt panic rise in him at that. “No, I can’t do that. This is where I process everything. I can’t just erase it.”

“You can rebuild another one after.” Gavin looked up into the trees. “Doesn’t even have to be a garden. Hell, make it a theme park, I don’t know.” He looked back at Nines.

“I can’t rebuild you.” His voice softened. Nines had spent pain-staking hours programming Gavin’s code and making him as close to the real thing as possible and now he was being told to delete it all? He wanted nothing more than to just hold Gavin.

“Look. You don’t have to give a shit about me. It’s all just fucking fantasy, Nines. You got the real thing up there. And the only way to get back there is to let go of all of this.”

‘Come back to me, Nines.’

The Gavin standing before him glitched again and Nines nodded slightly. “Okay.” He moved away, unable to look at him as he did this.

‘I need you. I need you to come back to me, Nines.’

With the real Gavin’s voice echoing in his ears, Nines carefully and ruthlessly tore down every line of code he had to. Thoughts of the past few days, images of his friends and Gavin, tumbled through his mind as he destroyed his sanctuary, the place he went to relax and to process and feel safe. A place that had been tainted by Ada’s forced entrance.

As soon as the last zero was deleted, Nines regained full control of himself.

Gavin

Timestamp: 24:30

Gavin grunted as another fist connected with his face, breaking his nose. Faintly he heard a voice call his name. A hand reached out but instead of a punch- He jolted awake, hands reaching to fight off his attacker, whoever's hands were now on his shoulders, fighting him back. Nines’ voice broke through the fog of sleep and Gavin stared at him, calming down just a bit as he found one of Nines’ hands on his chest, the other holding his right wrist gently. Nines gave one more, comforting, “”it’s not real, you’re safe,” before releasing Gavin and standing up.

Gavin shifted, moving to sit up against his headboard as he tried to calm his breathing. He shifted the pillows behind him, all too aware of Nines’ concerned gaze.

When his breathing was slower, Gavin spoke. “What- What’re you still doing here?” He knew Nines had mentioned reviewing case files but thought he would have left, bored of Gavin. Most did.

“I stayed to review our case files.” Nines’ voice was soft, as if Gavin were a deer that would startle at a too-loud sound. “I heard you struggling.” He moved away from the bed a step or two. “I’ll go get you some water.”

Gavin shifted positions, shaking his head. “No, no, no, I”m fine. I’m fine.” If he repeated it enough, maybe he’d believe it himself. He cursed a few times, softly, as he tried to find a comfortable position.

Nines sat back down on the edge of the bed. Gavin cursed again, the loudest sound in the room being his still heavy breathing. He leaned his head back against the wall, too exhausted to care. “Guess now you know why I don’t sleep.”

“What were you dreaming about?” Gavin was grateful for the lack of judgement in Nines’ voice.

Gavin dropped his head down, shaking it as he stared at his sheets. “Nothing. I don’t even remember.” Not a complete lie, it was reduced to fear and feelings and flashes of memory now, so distorted from what it once was. “Probably bore you, if I did.”

There was a small smile in Nines’ voice, still soft but now holding a note of affection. “Learning more about you would never bore me, Gavin.”  Gavin didn’t quite believe him and Nines kept talking. “Would you like me to stay with you? Research shows that physical touch is good for humans, it releases serotonin which has a calming effect-”

Gavin’s skin crawled at the thought of touch and he began protesting as Nines continued. “-I think that-” Nines heard his protests and stopped.

“No.” Gavin shook his head, breathing almost under control. “I’ll take my chances with the cat.”

“Okay.” Nines stood. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” He turned and began to walk to the door.

Before Nines could reach it, Gavin spoke. “It was about this one night.” He looked up at Nines, wondering if the android knew the level of trust Gavin was showing. “It just makes me feel like I’m back there.”

He paused as Nines came back to sit on the side of the bed where he’d been before.

He took a deep breath. “I was a dumb kid. Dropped out of high school, fell in with some shitheads dealing red ice for a little while. I just . . . I just couldn’t do it. I stopped. And they fucked me up, kicked me out. I’m wandering around the streets of Detroit, bloodied to shit, nowhere to go. Fowler found me. He was on patrol. He just, put me in his car, drove me to a diner. Bought me coffee. Told me I could intern at the DPD for a little while. Have something to do, you know.”

Nines listened patiently, only commenting at the end. “Sounds like a happy ending. Why is it a nightmare?”

Gavin’s eyes turned haunted. “‘Cause every time it replays in my head, he doesn’t show. And I just die out there. Bleeding in the fucking snow and no one cares.”

Nines stood, looking like he was prepared to go back to the living room. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you?”

Gavin looked up at him, his face illuminated by the light of the window, and didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead, he just slid over and hoped he understood.

Nines did, his LED glowing yellow in the dark room  as he moved to sit where Gavin had been. He gingerly turned so his cloth-covered back was toward Gavin. The human appreciated the gesture, feeling comfortable and vulnerable enough to extend his hand, palm up, to Nines. The android carefully took it, his synthetic skin retracting but Gavin brushed that off as him offering less skinship.

Gavin’s breathing stuttered slightly but he slowly placed his head on Nines’ shoulder blade and shoulder. He felt Nines rest his head on Gavin’s, the android’s thumb running over the back of the human’s hand.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll have you scrapped for parts.” There was no bite to Gavin’s words.

Nines shook his head. “Empty promises,” he said, a smile in his voice.

Gavin

Timestamp: 57:19

“I think I can help with that.” Nines’ voice came from the doorway.

Chris called his name while Gavin looked on in disbelief. Tina stood by Nines, Gavin was vaguely aware of her trying to get Chris to leave Gavin and Nines alone but he only had eyes for the android.

Nines stepped into the room as the two left. “Distracting yourself with work at two A.M.? Now I know you missed me.”

Gavin’s shock wore off at the playful banter. “You undead asshole. How did you wake up?”

They both approached, almost meeting in the middle of the room, as Nines spoke. “I heard you. Your voice broke through.”

Gavin backed up a few steps even as Nines continued advancing. “Goddammit. You mean you- you- you heard everything I said?”

Nines smiled. “Every word. A force you can’t live without?”

“I . . . hate you.” There was barely any force in his words.

Nines finally reached him, that soft smile still on his face as understanding shone in his eyes. “You love me.”

Gavin looked up at him and their eyes met. He looked down to see Nines’ skin retract on his hand, gently taking it into his own hands. Nines’ other hand came up to cup Gavin’s cheek and draw his gaze back to his face. Gavin closed his eyes, getting used to such tender touches, before opening them and looking at Nines. Then, they were kissing, both putting the emotions they couldn’t put to words into it.

When they broke apart, Gavin panted for a moment before speaking. “What dipshit programmed you to do that?”

Nines laughed, sounding just as out of breath as Gavin felt. “I’m the most advanced android ever made, detective.”

Gavin threw his head back dramatically, Nines’ hand sliding down to his neck. “Oh, you are such a fucking prick.”

“Takes one to know one.” Nines snarked back.

Gavin sniffed, finally noticing what Nines was wearing. “This is my jacket?”

“Yeah, you left it at CyberLife. They didn’t keep my clothes.” He laughed and looked around. “I see you’ve been making progress without me.”

“Yeah, uh. Guess we’ve got some catching up to do.”

Nines didn’t respond, simply leaned down for another kiss.

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A Study In Suit Chapter One

Summary: You’ve worked too damn hard to get into Professor Laufeyson’s advanced course, and you’re not about to let your pesky attraction to him get in the way. Your professor, however, has other plans...

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You didn’t want to admit that being in Professor Laufeyson’s class was the biggest accomplishment of your life. That seemed stupid, ridiculous even. Sure, it was the hardest English course your university had to offer, and sure, you had gotten in even though students your age weren’t usually permitted. And yes, you have maintained an “A” so far in spite of that, thank you very much.

Maybe it wasn’t the biggest accomplishment of your life, but it was one of them for sure. Right up there with getting into this university in the first place, winning that one bet with your fifth grade best friend…

More recently, not completely losing your composure as Professor Laufeyson leaned over you.

“Dehumanization of women in 1984.” he reads from a very, very messy outline in your notes. His breath just barely tickles your neck. If this was any other professor, you would jerk away from the closeness. But this was Professor Laufeyson, with his tailored suits and slicked back hair. You respected, for lack of a better term, the absolute shit out Professor Laufeyson. You had already learned more in his class than all your years at college combined, and were exposed to ways of thinking you never would have considered had you not taken this course.

Despite that, like so many others, you weren’t immune to his charm. You felt your heart beat faster as your professor’s body lingered over your shoulder, waiting for a response. You pull back slightly so you can meet his eyes.

“I know it’s not a super original take.” you say, a bit of uncertainty creeping into your voice. “But it’s something I feel strongly about. This is the fourth time I’ve read the book, and I dislike it more each time.” you pause, suddenly worrying it may seem like you’re criticizing Professor Laufeyson’s materials list. “Not that I’m upset I had to read it again.” you begin to stutter. Professor Laufeyson steps away and towards an empty desk, leaning against it and folding one long leg over the other. 

“It’s quite alright.” he says, smirking. Silently, you breathe a sigh of relief. The man is smirking, clicking his ballpoint pen slowly. You sigh in exasperation: he was bantering with you. “1984 is not my novel, after all.” he explains. “You’re taking a risk, though. You don’t think the book should be taught in schools?” you blink in surprise. How had the man managed to read your notes so fast?

“High schools.” you correct him. “I don’t think it should be taught in high schools.”

“Why’s that?” Professor Laufeyson challenges you. The students around you begin to listen in. You feel your face heat up.

“Because Winston is never explicitly stated to be a bad person. Not in regards to his views on women, at least.”

“That’s nothing a little critical thought can’t fix.”

“Critical thought? In seventeen year olds?” you scoff, and Professor Laufeyson cocks an eyebrow at you. You clear your throat. “With the language Winston uses, that’s not a risk I think the public schools should take, professor.”

Your professor has stopped clicking his pen, looking down at you with dark eyes. He’s quiet for just a bit too long, making you acutely aware of the rest of the class watching you. 

“And what will make your argument so different? You said it yourself, your criticism isn’t a new one. What will make your paper stand out to me?” Professor Laufeyson’s tongue is tapping his teeth, like he’s amused. That, among other things the sight makes you think of, makes you squirm in your seat.

This was what you liked about this class. A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you prepare to continue the conversation.

“Perspective. Experience.” you shrug. “I remember what it was like reading this when I was that young. It’s not a hypothetical to me. It was a real experience.” you finish. Professor Laufeyson nods, his brow slightly furrowed as he takes in your words.

“I thought seventeen year olds don’t have critical thought. Or were you just the exception?” a laugh ripples around the classroom.

Well, shit. How were you supposed to answer that? You lean forward, crossing your arms over the desk.

“Doesn’t matter if I had it then, sir. I’d like to think I’ve got it now.” is what you decide to go with. Something about Professor Laufeyson’s posture changes, and he lets out a low chuckle. 

“I suppose so.” he stands up, walking towards his desk. “I’m looking forward to reading your essay. You have yet to disappoint me.”

Pride swells in your chest at your professor’s praise. You pick your pencil back up, hoping to work more on your outline, but you can’t do anything more than doodle for the rest of class. 

~

“You have yet to disappoint me.” Natasha proclaims. You shush her, but quickly giggle after.

“Thanks for coming to my defense. You didn’t even try to get the class to stop paying attention to me.” you tease with trace amounts of truth in your words. Obviously, you liked talking to Professor Laufeyson. But you didn’t need, or want, an audience. 

“Please. He was so checking you out. Of course the class was going to watch.”

“Nat!” you stick an elbow in the redhead’s ribs. “Don’t say that. He’s our professor!”

“I know that went to your head just now. And why not say it? It’s totally true.” she grins. “Or do you not want me giving you false hope?”

“Okay, one, everyone thinks Professor Laufeyson is hot. You can stop acting like it’s just me.” Natasha holds up her hands in defeat, admitting you’re right. You continue. “Thank you. And second, I’m more interested in just getting through this class without distractions and with an A. Some of us need those to keep our scholarships, you know.”

“Okay, okay, point taken.” Natasha concedes. You’re both quiet for a minute as you walk out of the building. “He was checking you out, though.”

“Nat!”

~

That night, you pulled out your notes for Professor Laufeyson’s class, hoping you could get a head start on the essay. You open a new tab on your laptop, signing in quickly and preparing yourself for an all-nighter.

Dehumanization In 1984: How Casual Language Can Create Meaning

No, that was a dumb title. You delete it. 

Women In 1984: How Julia’s Character Is A Disservice

What? You weren’t going to blame the twenty-something year old woman for Winston’s inner monologue. You delete that too.

Groaning, you lean back in your chair and pinch the bridge of your nose. Why was this hard?! You felt anxious now, knowing your professor would most likely be especially critical of your essay. 

Your professor. You close your eyes, playing back the events from earlier. Despite your best efforts, you think about how Professor Laufeyson’s warm breath felt as his body closed in over yours. How his tongue made multiple appearances when you were talking. You remember the dress shirt your professor had been wearing, how certain buttons seemed to be strained over tight muscles. You wonder if Professor Laufeyson had noticed your own shirt. It was low cut enough, and probably showed off a fair amount of skin, especially once you had leaned forward…

You snap your eyes open. What were you doing? This was your professor you were thinking about! There was absolutely no way he thought of you like that, and even if he did, he... He…

Oh, you were in trouble.