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The story of Skye’s birth, as told by her parents

My Mission (Part 3/11)

Summary: Being Tony’s niece and being the main tech builder of the Avengers is great - you love your team, and you’d do anything for them. And when Steve returns, bringing his ex-HYDRA assassin friend along with him, you might just end up doing anything for Bucky, too.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~2500

Warnings: Language, more hella sad!Bucky (more so in this part), mention of blood & injury

A/N: I love you all - stick with me! Hope you enjoy this part :D

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @xenaathena @caplanbuckybarnes @andhiseyesweregreen @flowercrownsandmetallicarms @lilasiannerd @pandarosita @heismyhunter @ailynalonso15 @lillian-paige @smilexcaptainx @tinaferraldo @spn-worm @blacwings-and-bucky-barnes @yknott81 @xoxoaudreymarie @abigrumple @iamthescarlettwitch @iamwarrenspeace @outerspacelluke @dontfuckwithkezolas @barnesfuckedmeup @pennyroyalcreep (If you’d like to be added or removed to this list for this fic, or to my permanent tag list, just shoot me an ask or message!)

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Soulmate.

So I know it´s later than usual but I was out with friends tonight so I didn´t have time to publish earlier. This is just some fluffy Cas AU because I missed writing Cas and I needed some true happy stuff.
Please send in more Cas requests so I can work on getting more stuff about him online.

Imagine being Castiel´s soulmate 

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings: super, duper, mega fluffy. soulmate!AU (Also I´m seriously so tired I can´t even see straight so if there are mistakes, I´m awfully sorry)

Length: 1808 Words

Originally posted by animarecrafter

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The night before a battle was always something that fascinated you.
You had lived trough thousands of those nights with the Winchesters, but of course they had somehow changed during the last years.
At first it had been just minor fights, like when you knew you were going to take a vamp nest down the next day or when it was time to approach the werewolf you had been hunting the past couple days.
But now, in the middle of the friggin apocalypse, things were different. Those nights were more intense, felt more final and somehow everyone approached them differently.
Dean would usually drink. You knew that it was a bad habit, but you couldn´t blame the man, it wasn´t as if there was much else to do.
Sam for example would read, try to find something that would help you the next day, even though he probably knew that it was in vane.
Bobby was pretty much the combination of the boys: He drank and did research at the same time.
You on the other hand would just sit somewhere, stare into the sky and think about life and what it meant to you.
Castiel was mostly gone, doing who knows what who knows where.
You had only known the angel for a little over a year, but still he somehow had managed to get into your heart and feel like a huge part of you.
It was weird, because you usually had pretty heavy trust issues and it took years for someone to settle down in your life and with him, it just felt as if you had known him forever, as if he were a part of you in a weird way.
A semi-cool breeze blew around you and you looked up into the trees to see the leaves rustle in the tree.
You had always enjoyed the sound of that as a kid and a small smile appeared on your face, when you thought about the times you had played outside in the backyard, pretending to have someone who would run around with you.
Suddenly you felt a little cold, despite the fact that the May day was rather warm and you pulled the leather jacket that was draped loosely around your shoulder closer in order to keep you warm.
For a second you thought about going back inside, but you weren´t ready to talk to any of the others just yet and you enjoyed the feeling of being outside way too much.
This could might as well be your last day on earth, who knew?
You sat in silence for another ten minutes or so, when you suddenly heard a fluttering sound beside you and turned your head to look at the angel who had appeared beside you.
“Cas”, you said and smiled lightly.
He attempted a weak smile back and even though it looked forced and a little wryly, you knew that he tried to be nice.
“You are never startled by my appearance”, he sated matter of factly and looked back at the trees before you shrugged: “Maybe it´s because I always hear the sound of your wings.”
He didn´t answer to your statement and you half figured that he had left already again but when you looked back, he was still standing there.
“Do you wanna sit down? It´s nice out here”, you offered, completely forgetting about the fact that you had wanted to be alone just minutes ago.
He hesitate but obviously figured it was the right thing to do, so awkwardly sat down beside you on the steps of the porch.
His knee was touching yours and somehow that little touch felt so intense you shifted a bit to avoid it.
“So”, you started and looked into his cold blue eyes, “are you ready to kill the devil?”
The angel didn´t move, not even shook his head, but his voice was full of doubt: “I still think the idea of killing the devil is ridiculous and reckless. But Dean seems to be certain we can do this, so I believe him.”
You chuckled a little: “Who would have known that an angel would once put all his trust into Dean Winchester?”
Cas tilted his head a bit: “What do you mean? Do you think I shouldn´t trust Dean?”
Of course he wasn´t getting the irony and you even kept yourself from rolling your eyes when you said: “No, of course you should trust Dean. Believe me, the crazy plans of that man have saved our asses so many times by now that I lost count.”
Obviously he figured that there was nothing to add because he looked away from you and up into the trees and you followed his lead.
Sitting here in silence with Cas, was really nice. You felt protected for some reason and yet you felt incredibly independent.
“I like it so much to hear the wind blow trough the trees”, you whispered, not sure why you were giving him this useless piece of information, but he immediately responded:
“Yes, I enjoy that too. I really enjoy earth in general. If the planet isn´t just threatened to be blown away, it´s actually a nice place.”
You laughed: “Yeah, that´s a way to put it.”
When you looked at him, he was still looking up and you felt somewhat excited and yet awfully calm, the two features that typically went together at one of those nights.
But there was one other feeling too, one that you had never felt before at such an occasion and it somehow made you uneasy because it was so unfamiliar:
The feeling of being completed.
It was as if a connection radiated between you and the angel and then it hit you that this really wasn´t the first time you felt this.
In fact you had felt it lots of times in the last year, always when Cas was near you.
He just had never been so close to you for such a long time and maybe that was why it took you so long to figure this out.
Of course one could probably figure that it was some kind of weird crush, but it felt rather physical than emotional, even though you also felt an psychological bond towards the angel.
You must have stared at him for a long time now, because he suddenly turned his attention away from the trees and focused completely on you:
“You are feeling it too, right?”
Totally taken aback, you opened your eyes widely: “What?”
He sighed: “I always thought that I was imagining it but apparently it´s true.”
His cryptic talk was starting to irritate you and you frowned: “Could you please stop talking in riddles and tell me what you are talking about?”
His eyes sparkled in a weird way and you knew that whatever was about to come was pretty intense but you didn´t care, because you somehow suddenly died to know.
There was silence for another minute, before he started talking: “Somehow, I really have no idea how this could have possibly happened, we are bonded. I never came close enough to you to prove the theory and I also never could figure out if it was really a bond or if…”
He stopped and you sensed this was important: “Or if what?”
Suddenly he faced away from you again: :”Well, it could only be a real bond if you could feel it too. And I was never sure if you did, so I figured that it might as well be my absurd feelings for you.”
Your heart was beating really fast and your hand somehow searched for his without you even really telling it to.

He didn´t pull away when you found it, he just let you touch him but still faced away: “But when I noticed you looking at me with this stunned look in your eyes I knew that you could feel it too.”
You nodded, even though he could probably not see that.
“This is really … strange”, you stated, not sure what else to say, this was new territory for you and you had no idea how to approach it.
That was when he looked at you again: “It really is. Usually angels bond with each other like this. Not with humans.”
This information was completely new for you and you frowned: “So you do know what this bond usually means?”
He nodded but remained silent and you sighed: “Would you mind telling me?”
As if that had never occurred to him, he looked at the ground and somehow took the hand you had placed on his and interlaced your fingers:
“Usually it means that the angels are soulmates.”
The news should have shocked you, but they didn´t. It just felt like something that had to be said.
“So, do you think we are soulmates?”, you whispered and you were sure you saw him blush a little: “Well, there´s one way we´ll know for sure. At least it works with other angels.”
You nodded eagerly: “What is it?”
He smiled shyly: “We could kiss each other. If you are my true soulmate, a bit of my grace will go over into your body and usually you would give me a bit of yours, but since you don´t have a grace, you obviously have nothing to loose.”
This was his attempt of make the situation easier with a joke, and somehow it worked because you could feel yourself smiling: “Then do it.”
His eyes grew wide: “You really want me to do that? There´s no way of going back if my grace really rubs of on you, we´re bond forever.”
And just because this revelation didn´t shock you at all, you knew that you wouldn´t regret kissing Cas right now.
“Do it!”, you whispered and he immediately leaned in, placing the most perfect kiss on your lips. It was soft and he tasted like coffee, which you didn´t even know he drank.
And then the nice warm feeling turned into something intense, something real strong and powerful and yet not painful in any way.
You parted and you whispered: “It´s happening.”
He smiled: “I know, it´s happening to me too.”
And then you felt it, the way something closed around your heart. It felt perfect and you knew it was Cas´ grace.
“I have a bit of your grace”, you said, totally stunned and he still smiled: “And I have a bit of your soul. I hope you don´t mind.”
You smiled back: “Of course I don´t. Where would it be safer than with my soulmate.”
You leaned back in and kissed him again, this time just because you wanted to and because you knew he did too.
“We are going to win”, he said confidently after the second most perfect kiss in the world and you grinned: “I know.”

Confessions of a Goguma: Making Wishes on Dandelions

I’ve been asked many times if Dillia is my real name. It isn’t.

“Why Dillia?” is the question that almost always follows"

There are a few times I’ve been close to telling how my Pseudonym came to be. Yet I never could tell. It’s like Pandora’s Box, don’t look to open it because you might not end up liking what you find.

In truth, Dillia is the combination of the four things that always come to mind when I think of Yongseo: First love, Dandelions, Wishes, and Juniel’s Illa

In Yongseo’s final episode when Seohyun is asked if she knows the difference between liking someone and being in love she answers.

“Liking someone is like when a dandelion seed lightly lands on the ground. It’s soft and makes you happy. Loving someone is like when that dandelion seed grows roots into the ground and then flowers. A dandelion seed can lightly come and go, right? But in order for it to flower, you have to water it, block it from the wind, and treasure it dearly. That’s what I think.”

It sounds beautiful doesn’t it? It’s a deep response and very telling of the path she traveled. Love is not easy she seemed to say. It takes time and a lot of hard work so that love doesn’t die but thrive. Yet her comparison always bothered me.

Why a Dandelion of all the flowers that exist?

Superficially it sounds striking, magical even. The girl who once naively asked “What’s the difference between liking someone and being in love with someone?” seemed to not only have a deep understanding of it but seemed to have experienced it firsthand. How else could she have come up with such an introspective, borderline philosophical answer? Those of us who have gotten to know Seohyun through her interviews, music, and show stints, and have seen her grow from a girl to the young lady she is now, know she’s not one to carelessly throw out words even for a “fake show”. Though initially, I questioned if those were her own words, it was only through the passage of time that I came to accept that they were.

So why did she choose to compare her understanding of love in that moment in time to a meekly dandelion? It’s just a common weed – a wild flower. Any other more beautiful flower could have sufficed. They all run the same course, the seed is planted, and they grow, flower, wither and die. That’s the course of all things.

However, what bothered me the most about her comparison wasn’t that she had compared her possible first love to a weed. It was that in doing so, I felt that it provided an ominous fate for it. It was a silly sentiment that I could never quite shake away.

To understand my over sentimentality and why her comparison of love to a dandelion bothered me so much, I first sought to understand why she’d chosen the dandelion. When I found a possible answer, I was momentarily amazed by the thoroughness and meaning to her words. To explain better, I have to start at the end of the life of a dandelion. When the flower has run its course and the seeds are dispersed into the air by the wind; where the seeds will land nobody knows for sure until the seed starts growing and flourishing. A wild flower can propagate anywhere. It’s the wind that ultimately dictates where the seeds land and it is fate that chooses who it brings together in life. You can’t see fate, you can’t see the wind, but they both play similar roles.

Yongseo is in essence a dandelion.

Yongseo is that common wild flower of first love that grew when the seeds were dispersed by the wind. Yongseo is the story of a first love that came to be, by bringing two people with nothing in common together. Fate, wind, destiny, whatever you choose to call it played its course.

Seohyun seemingly expressed her realization that love is not a fairy tale that just happens. Love takes time, work, dedication, trials and tribulation if it’s to grow. That’s the difference between liking and loving. There are instances one might think to be in love, but upon closer reflection, one finds this to not be the case. Ironically nature also alludes to this by producing false dandelions, flowers that by all accounts look like dandelions but on close inspection are not.

Dandelions are fantastical memories of my childhood. I spent many summer afternoons exploring the grassy grounds of parks and fields searching for them. “Pluck a dandelion, close your eyes, blow the seeds, and make a wish” I was told.

In my teens the notion became romanticized and wishes changed from childish things to aspirations of having feelings of crushes reciprocated or involving whatever teen angst I was feeling

“Never say your wish out loud or it won’t come true. “ I was often warned, whether blowing out birthday candles, making wishes on dandelions or just daily wishes. It was a warning I quickly learned to heed despite my logical thinking. It turned out that whenever I expressed a wish out loud, it apparently never came true.

I’ve always questioned reasoning. Why do things have to be a certain way or follow a certain structure? I can’t explain how my mind works it just questions everything I’m told. Even as a child, I found it irrational to be making wishes on dandelions. Nevertheless, the want to believe in some sort of unexplainable magic won over. It was during one of my bouts of questioning why it was that wishes couldn’t be spoken out loud that I started thinking further. If wishes had to be kept silent for them to come true, then what happened to nightmares or fears? They were unpleasantries I tended to never to speak of.

Did the reasoning behind wishes also hold true for unspoken fears?

When I first asked my mother that very same question she didn’t respond. After what seemed to be an eternity to the impatient, panicking child me, she finally spoke.

“Always speak of your nightmares and say your fears out loud so that they don’t come true” she said.

As absurd as it might sound, it was reasoning that embedded at the core of who I became

Wishes stay silent, but fears are said out loud

Everything relating to the story of Yongseo was reminiscent of a first love story. In truth Yongseo was a whole connotation of first love related experiences for both Seohyun and Yonghwa. Together these first experiences were precisely the appeal. Young charming semi experienced guy guiding, the naïve inexperienced girl on “how to love” and together facing many firsts with charm and rawness. As We Got Married Host, Kim Na Young, put it during Yongseo’s final episode in regards to Yonghwa

“How does [Seohyun] forget that kind of man?”

If the feelings Yongseo exchanged during WGM were real, or even if Yong only prodded feelings merely resembling first love, it’s safe to say that Yonghwa was very possibly, Seohyun’s first love.

First love is a term I’ve always had contradictory feelings about whenever someone says I want them to be my first love or that person was my first love. Some hold fond memories of their first love, while for others, even as time has serendipitously passed, the memories of heartbreak from a first love remain.

When someone speaks of a current first love in their present time, I see it as an ill-omened sign of what will be. The problem lies with the under text of the word first. To be the first usually implies that it is not a permanent love and others will surely follow. When someone says I want to be their first love, or he is my first love, I find it to be a bittersweet statement because in most cases they will not be the last love

So when Seohyun said her analogy of the difference between liking someone and loving someone, it felt like she was in the moment and speaking of a possible first love. She had acquired the knowledge she’d been seeking at the start of the Yongseo story. Yongseo provided a debatable but noticeable change in her character that she herself acknowledged Yonghwa to be responsible for and sincerely thanked him for. He In consequence, undoubtedly marked Seohyun’s “real story”

It was at the “end” of Yongseo’s stint that she melancholically expressed her lesson learned. That liking someone was like when the winds carries the dandelion seeds and they touch the ground. Liking someone is the beginning. For the dandelion to grow, for like to become love, there is a lot of work  that must be applied so that that love becomes precious and grows.

In retrospect, initially, I believed that what bothered me about Seohyun using the Dandelion of all flowers, was the connotations of wishes I held to dandelions. Her dandelion parallel was the personification of Seohyun expressing her wish in regards to her first love. The problem was, She’d said her wish out loud.

Upon further analysis, I realized that that was only half my problem with her analogy. The second part was the life cycle of the dandelion. While other flowers, grow, flower, wither and ultimately have a permanent death. Dandelions were ironically, the best representation of a first love: they grow, flower, and then close up to seemingly wither away. However, when you think the end is permanent, they open up again producing new seeds for a new wild flower to grow. Wind, fate, destiny begins a new course for a new beginning, a new wild flower, or a new love to grow. It was then that I realized why I found a sad, gloomy sub context to her analogy.

“Because first love is beautiful, a first love is a flower

Blooming widely when spring comes dazzling like a flower

Like a young child, a first love is inexperienced

Because you can’t unconditionally give and take love …..

Seeing as a first love is painful, a first love is like a fever

Because after you are mindlessly sick, you become an adult

Because a first love can never be,

A first love is lingering attachment

Because you can’t have it since you loved too much

 Illa Illa Illa, Illa Illa Illa, Illa Illa Illa,

my love, good-bye”

The very first time I heard Juniel’s Illa, I was reminded of a flower. I was reminded of Yongseo. Every word, ever underlying meaning took me back to Seohyun’s Dandelion analogy and Illa became the embodiment of my fear  for Yongseo. That is, if Yongseo was real, Illa could be the outcome of their story,

http://youtu.be/Fm7Pmpx_bCc

“Illa is a phrase for word that really can’t be expressed, you can tell from the lyric there’s that one flower, a wild flower from the streets named ‘Illa’. The song tells when u see that wild flower from a street it can bring you the memories of feeling when u look at your first love. So you can say that the meaning of “Illa Illa” is a feeling from first love.- Juniel

 No matter how many times I listen to Illa or read other people’s interpretation of what the word itself meant, nothing could take away the imagery that I attached to it. For me, the chorus of Illa Illa Illa became the wind, the fate that changes everything.

Therefore because I associated, First love, Dandelions, Wishes, and Illa to Yongseo, I did what I was told to do. Say my fears out loud.

 Dillia is my fear spoken out loud of an ominous end to Yongseo

Wishes are kept silent, Fears are spoken out loud.

~~ Dillia ~~

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(Invincible Summer AU?) You're not sure how Gamzee convinced you to let him run his fingers through the tender spring leaves of your wings. You never much liked having them touched, and after your run-in with the wild gods... Well. It certainly hadn't improved your feelings on the matter. But the ache of winter is clinging so stubbornly this spring, creaking through your bones with every movement. And you suppose that just this once, it couldn't hurt to let him help.

(THIS EVENT IS OVER AND MY INBOX IS CLOSED, PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO SEND MORE STORIES FOR ME TO FINISH)

(invincible summer belongs to splickedylit but I’m gonna do it anyway)

(how about a read more on these, eh?)

The other reason you’re letting him do this is that the sun’s finally coming out.  You want to spend literally every moment you can out in it, even with a little chill still in the air.  Your feet soak up cold dew and your leaves drink in the fresh yellow light cutting through the early-morning mist.  After only a minute outside, your brain is already alive with sunlight, clear in a way you always forget during the early thaw—when you’re awake but still groggy from winter.

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A little surprise

A little OQ drabble

Regina gets hurt by an attempt to save Emma. When she wakes up Granny tells her something that will change her life forever, hers and Robin’s. This is part 1 from 3 (probably)

Regina feels dizzy has been the entire day. Maybe all the stress with Emma, coming to Camelot (her dear sister)maybe it’s finally catching up with her. Not that that can actually happen. She needs to be at the height of her strength which means head held up and keep going. Like she has most of her life. She always kept going no matter what was thrown at her. Always kept fighting sometimes just simply because she didn’t know how not to.

But today feels different. It not just that she fees nauseous there is also tiredness, a weariness she feels deep in her bones. Not to mention the fact that keeping her breakfast this morning where it belongs had been a challenge. Especially as she noticed Robin looks. He had been concerned watching her realizing already when they got up how pale she was. Regina doesn’t know what’s going on. Why the hell her body has to betray her now? She has to be strong for Emma, for Henry, for Snow and Robin

Her Robin who still has one sleepless night after another thanks to her wicked sister. He needs her on his side they all need her she can’t just take a break. Not now. That’s why she is here standing in front of that damn tree where Merlin should be trapped in (Seriously who traps someone in a freaking tree, it has neither class nor style) trying a spell Belle found in one of those old books.

A spell powerful enough to free Merlin. Theoretically. But also one which requires energy lots of it and she isn’t sure she has it. It’s a long shot knows the magic trapping Merlin is old and strong. Stronger than to be broken by a simple even if powerful spell. But she needs to try it.

Regina then once again can feel Robin’s gaze on her, knows that if she looks up she will see concern in those big blue eyes. Her heart always flutters by the thought that she finally after all this years has somebody (by now an entire family how did that happen?) who cares for her, genuinely without a hidden agenda.

But right now is not the time to think about that right now she needs to focus on that damn spell. So she breaths in and out and…there it is that feeling that she already had this morning. She can’t tell what it is it feels like a blast of energy but soft and warm. Something like magic but different, lighter. Regina knows she doesn’t understand the light magic she wields now entirely (too many years only studying dark magic, everything else was only slowing her down on her haunt after Snow ) but still… it’s something she can’t explain.

“Regina are you ready?” Emma’s voice rips her out of her thoughts and she looks at her friend who seems as nervous as she is. Regina takes another deep breath and nods: ”Let’s do it.” She now looks at the tree and mutters:” It’s time for your tree vacation to end Merlin.” She can hear Robin chuckle behind her knows that he is still watching every move she makes.

Regina throws another glance at Emma and then says the words Belle found she says them three times (like the book says) and then waves her hand. What then happens sadly confirms her fears. The spell isn’t strong enough (and likely a wrong approach at all but better than nothing right?) and she gets knocked down by the magic protecting the tree.  Regina waves her hand trying to soften the impact but nothing happens. No magic comes and lands on the ground with a dull uff.

Only the warm tingling feeling in her stomach turns into something shaper almost hurting. Regina can feel the pain flowing through the rest of her body and it’s excruciating and Regina doesn’t understand it. She has taken worse blows (her damn sister had thrown her through a clock tower for god’s sake) but it presses the air out of her lungs. Why didn’t her magic work?

But before Regina can think about an answer to that question she blacks out. All the voices she hears all the hands she feels just disappear into darkness. She loses consciousness.

When Regina wakes the sun is almost set. She blinks a few times but the pain is gone. The only thing remaining is the strange feeling in her belly only that it is now again warm and tender, it doesn’t hurt her anymore. “It’s about time you wake up girl I was slowly getting worried.” Regina startles at Granny’s voice and looks up in surprise.” I just threw your dear thief out if you are wondering. He needed to get something to eat he has refused to leave you side even for just a moment. “

Granny grins softly as she adds:” I had to use Roland even his own father can resist those dimples.” Before Regina realizes it she returns the smile and asks:” What happened?” “”You got knocked down by a tree girl. I wish someone would’ve told me what you are planning I would’ve put a stop to it. It was dangerous in your condition.”

Regina throws a glare at Granny:” I can decide what I can or cannot do thank you very much.” She then stops as she realizes what Granny just said:” Wait what do you mean in my condition? I’m fine.” Granny looks at her those eyes warm and Regina sees something like care and understanding in them.

“You don’t know?” Granny replies but she seemingly already knowing the answer to that question. “Know what?” Regina asked her voice sharper than before. Granny was making her nervous and she hated not to know. Being clueless is dangerous it makes you vulnerable and Regina hates being that.

“You are pregnant Your Majesty.” Regina thinks at first that she has misheard. It can’t be. No seriously it can’t be she made sure of that long ago, driven by pain and self-loathing and the manipulation of her mother she made sure she would never be able to bear a child. “It can’t be Granny I can’t have children. I… I made sure of it a long time ago.”

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counting stars - an agents of shield au

an agents of shield au in which skye, ward, fitzsimmons, trip, bobbi, lance and mack are all in high school and are friends and they go on a four day roadtrip to the beach. 

appearances will be made by clint, natasha and maria 
also may and coulson are skye’s parents 
(ships emphasised are fitzsimmons, skyeward and huntingbird and everyone x everyone ot8 brotp)

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It's Nothing (but time and a face that you lose)

(Check out this post for background information!)

Felicity wanted to feel good about being back in IT. It was where she belonged, where she was good, better than good, at her job. It was where she stood her strongest ground and felt most confident.

But her return wasn’t exactly a joyous departmental occasion. Her reputation in the company was a shredded waste; pretty much everyone believed she’d gotten her position as Oliver’s assistant on her knees, and now that Oliver didn’t even remember her, her return to IT looked like she’d been discarded, and there wasn’t exactly a lot of sympathy–especially since she’d returned to a position higher than what she’d left, only the department head above her.

And honestly, it was difficult not to feel discarded.

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Not sure why some of you still hope there’s some minute chance of a plot twist for Narusaku in the movie. By this stage, after all the things Kishi has said about romance and women, you should be too grossed out to even care about his pairings. The fact he made random pairing like InoSai happen means he never cared about development. 

Apparently, a girl’s first crush is always everlasting true love, a boy’s crush is just a childish feeling, a desire for a trophy girlfriend driven by insecurity. 

btw, I think one of Kishi’s bias is very common, men value loyalty above all things, they think devotion is love. Must have been too scarred by friendzone and unrequited love, unconditional devotion and admiration is just so damn comforting to them.