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SKAM S04E10 Clip 8 - Dear Sana

[Incomprehensible chatter]

SANA: He’s the one who bought the toilet paper rolls.

THE GIRLS: Oh! That’s right!

VILDE: Where did they end up?

BOY: I just sold them to some friends at the Mosque. Nothing big.

EVA: Oh, okay.

BOYS: Eyyyy!

ESKILD: Eid mubarak! Eid mubarak.



SANA: Welcome.

ESKILD: Thank you and I just wanted to say Eid mubarak!

SANA: Eid mubarak!

ESKILD: Eid mubarak

SANA: Ohhh, how nice the two of you look!

ESKILD: Thanks! I’m the one who chose the outfits for tonight. I went to Grøndland and did some shopping. Yes.

SANA: Hijab and everything?

ESKILD: Hijab and everything. And I brought a little present! I brought a gift for the hostess. It’s two boreks that I put in a nice box.

SANA: That’s very nice of you.

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Jealous much

(A/N): I decided why the hell not do a poly relationship?

Request:  Can you do an imagine where the reader loves Bucky/Steve, but he has a girlfriend and when the reader decides to move on he gets jealous or something ? ( please make it angst at first and then really fluffy at the end ) thank you 😊

Warnings: jealous super soldiers, swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018,  @holland-toms,  @superwholockian309@fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

   You sip at your drink sadly, your spirits had been depleted hours ago and all you wanted to do was go to your room and sleep until Sunday but seeing as how this was Bucky’s 100th birthday that would be rude. So now here you were, drinking all alone in the corner of Tony’s bar as everyone danced and had a fan-fucking-tastic time, or more specifically Bucky and Steve.

   You wanted to growl in annoyance when you looked over at the rugged super soldiers, all tall and thick and- God no, you needed to stop thinking like that. They were your teammates for Christ’s sake and here you were, ogling at them. It’s not like it would ever work out anyways…they had girlfriends and damn good looking ones too. Steve had Sharon, beautiful, slender, badass Sharon and Bucky had some girl named Dot, some cute curly red haired, green eyed innocent little thing and well- you had no one but yourself and a bottle of scotch.

   With a dry chuckle you drink another shot, allowing the burning liquid to soothe your pain.

   You had no right to be jealous, they were never yours to begin with, what made you feel entitled enough to dictate who they dated or fell in love with? The last one sticks to your tongue, making the burning in your throat a million times worse.

   What if Bucky and Steve both fell in love with someone other than you? What if they settled down, finally started a family, and you never got the chance to tell them how much you loved them? Tears begin to pinprick your eyes but you refuse to let them fall, this was a joyous occasion, it was Bucky’s big one hundred for fucks sake, you couldn’t cry now but you could drown your sorrows in your lovely scotch. You take another swig of the burning liquid, allowing it to simmer in your mouth before gliding down your throat, leaving an even more unpleasant burning feeling. You cough a but, trying to rid your throat of the horrid burning when suddenly there’s a hand upon your shoulder, grasping it gently.

   “Heya,” You look back only to come face to face with a stranger- but a rather attractive one at that. “I’m Brent,” You smile to the best of your ability, cringing lightly at yourself.

   “I’m (Y/N),”

   “(Y/N)’s a very pretty name,” You blush a bit. God, you were blushing, how sad are you?

  “Thank you,”

   “So um- I saw you over here drinking scotch alone and I thought maybe you’d like to go dancing with me?” You let your eyes linger on the man, brown hair, blue eyes, a gorgeous jaw and the perfect height; he was like the love child of Steve and Bucky himself and you were more than attracted to him.

   “I can’t promise I won’t step on your feet,” Brent chuckles as he takes your hand in his, gingerly as possible as though you were made of porcelain.

   “A few broken toes is no big deal,” You laugh as you make your way to the dance floor, the intoxicating music slowly starting to get to you. All around people were dancing, some more reserved but for the most part everyone was grinding on each other, having a damn good time and well- you deserved to have a damn good time too. Immediately Brent’s hands settle upon your waist as you slowly begin to move to the best of the music. A little grind here, a little grind there. Before you know it the two of you are practically dry humping and amidst other people as well. It felt so dirty but it felt oh so right too. You bite your lip as you allow yourself to succumb to the moment, to let yourself finally be free of anything other than Brent’s hands upon your waist and the way his cock ever so deliciously-

   “(Y/N).” There was a dangerous growl, low and throaty and more than intimidating. You slowly open your eyes, feeling rather drunk on the music and Brent, and you slowly focus in on the two figures ahead of you, each one with their arms folded over their chest in an almost defensive manner. “(Y/N), can we talk to you? In private-” It was Bucky. It was Bucky and Steve both standing there, staring at you disapprovingly. Oh god- what had you done? What was wrong? Did they somehow did out about your love for them? Or maybe it was something worse?

   A million thoughts start swimming through your mind as you slowly step away from Brent, giving him a soft apology before stepping up to the two super soldiers.

   Their gaze upon you was scary, a dark almost predatory like look to them. You’d seen this look a thousand times before, usually directed at Tony or some enemies but never you. God- to get them to look at you like that meant you had to have done something horrible. Guess you’d be finding out in a few minutes… 

   The elevator ride up to Bucky and Steve’s shared floor was tense, with one soldier on either side of you, making you feel small and rather childlike. There was an almost angry air surrounding the two of them and it scared you more than anything.

   You replayed the last week in your mind, trying to figure out what you had done wrong. You had done all your training sessions, every mission was a success, you had bought Bucky a birthday present; what else was there that you could have messed up? Your throat runs dry as the elevator dings and both soldiers make their way out, thus forcing them out with you.

   “You guys-” your voice is shy and timid at best. “What’s going on? Why are you so angry?” Both Steve and Bucky chuckle, shaking their heads as though they were amused.

   “You really don’t know why were angry?” Bucky’s tone sends shivers down your spine, and not the pleasant kind either.


   “How about the fact you were essentially fucking some stranger right on the dance floor, does that ring a bell?” Steve’s tone is just as dark and it scares you more than anything else.

   “I-I’m sorry, everyone else was doing it, I-I thought it was okay,”

   “All that man was trying to do was get down your pants,” For some reason now is when your nerves return, full force at that too. You went from scared and helpless to confident and angry in only a matter of seconds.

   “And why do you care Rogers? Maybe you should focus less on me and more on that girlfriend of yours,” Steve growls as he suddenly lunges for you, pinning you to the wall behind you.

   “What if I don’t want anyone down these pants, hmm? What if I want you all to myself, ever thought of that?” You gulp as you look at Steve, at the dark look upon his face and the intimidating look in his eyes. “What if Bucky wanted you, what then? What if we both want you but you’re too fucking oblivious to all our attempts?” You look to Bucky who shares the same look with Steve, dark and intimidating.

   His words don’t even set in for a few moments as you play them over and over again in your head, mulling each word, syllable, and vowel meticulously.

   "Wait…you both- you both want me?”

   “Fuck yes,” Bucky growls, his voice lower than you had ever heard. “Wanted you since the moment we laid eyes on you doll,” You squirm withing Steve’s grasp, looking between the two men uncomfortably. It wasn’t exactly nice to be pinned by Steve or to have him and Bucky glaring straight daggers at you.

   “What about Sharon and dot?”

   “No,” Bucky shakes his head. “They don’t count- they’re not you, they’re not as special,” You gulp as Steve’s face looms over you, his rather scary gaze only making your heart rate increase.

   “This isn’t some kind of sick joke?” You whisper timidly, a bit too scared to know the answer. If Bucky and Steve were lying that meant a world of heartache for you but if they said yes that meant a million other things- two personal furnaces to keep you warm at night, more coffee to make in the mornings, more love to share and receive-

   “No, how many times do we have to say that we want you (Y/N)?” Steve’s voice is right beside your ear, sending almost pleasurable sparks up your spine.

   You sigh shakily as his words finally set in, Bucky and Steve wanted you, the two men you’d fallen in love with wanted you just as much as you wanted them. Steve goes to say something else, his lips in a near snarl when you pounce upon him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him tightly. The man must have been thoroughly taken back by your sudden moves but only a moment passes before he’s melting into your embrace, any trace of anger having immediately been wiped from his system.

    “You can get in on this too Bucky,” You mumble from your place in Steve’s neck. There’s an almost disbelieving chuckle and suddenly another pair of arms wrap around you, making the hug that much better. Bucky’s head nuzzles against yours and your unable to stop the happy chuckles that falls from your lips as Bucky sweetly kisses your lips, soothing any nerves or fear you previously had.

   “Save some for me Barnes,” Steve chuckles as Bucky breaks away, licking his lips deliciously. Without a moment to waste Steve kisses you, his lips just as soft and sweet as Bucky’s. at this point you felt high on whatever was in the air right now, lust? Love? Whatever it was you were definitely feeling it but the sudden thump of music floors below you pulls you out if your almost high. You pull away from Steve, much to his dismay.

   “Bucky, what about your party?” Bucky smirks as he takes your hand, gently guiding you out of Steve’s embrace and down a hall.

   “I was thinking we could have a little party Of our own,” The soldier gives you a little flirtatious wink.

   “But what about everyone else and-”

   “What birthday boy wants birthday boy gets, right?” You nod your head, biting your lip. “And I want you naked and on my bed in a minute, you Better be ready for us doll,” Bucky smirks as he gives your ass a light smack as you walk into his bedroom, more like jump into the room due from the almost heart attack Bucky caused you. “One minute doll,” Bucky gives you one last wink as he closes the door, leaving you to get ready for not only him but Steve as well.

   You bite your lip as your fingers tremble to remove your shirt. You didn’t even know what you were to Bucky and Steve, special, you knew that much but that was it, there was nothing else to go on. But one thing was for certain at this point; this was going to be one hell of a night.

~Extended ending~

    Two pairs of arms wrapped around your waist snugly, two warm chest pressed against you, one to your front and one to your back. You hum softly as you nuzzle into the closest body; Steve. His warmth radiated off his body in waves, overtaking the freezing room and keeping you more than warm. Bucky was pressed behind you, his scruffy face nuzzled into your neck, his breath gently hit your skin as he breathed in and out.

   You groan softly as you try to stretch your limbs but with two super soldiers glued to you that was kind of hard.

   “Bucky- Steve,” You poke each man’s cheek in an attempt to wake them up. “Come on, I gotta go make breakfast,”

   “You don’t have to make breakfast,” Bucky whispers into your neck as he pulls you a little closer. Apparently a poke to his cheek had been enough to wake him up unlike Steve who was now burrowing into your chest like a dog or cat of sorts. “You can lay in bed with us for the rest of the day,” You smile softly as Bucky kisses your ear, his lips barely fluttering against your skin.

   “So no coffee or bacon?”

   “There’s that pancake house down the road, once Steve gets his lazy ass up we’ll go there, sound good?” You go to reply when suddenly an equally sleepy voice penetrates the air, making both you and Bucky chuckle softly.

   “I’m awake you ass,” it was times like these, when the three of you could simply be- no worry of the media or the other avengers, no worry about hydra or aliens from other dimensions- that you realized you loved your boys more than anything in the world.


I decided to finish up and draw all the paladins (and Allura and Coran) as characters from Avatar :)
Please do not repost anywhere else.
Keith- Fire Bender
Lance- Water Bender
Allura- Air Bender
Hunk- Earth/ Lava Bender
Coran- Air Bender
Shiro- Non-Bender, but his arm has electric tech from Future Industries
Pidge- Earth/ Metal Bender

I don’t know if I want to make this into a comic or not. Probably not, as @irrevocably-delicious already has a wonderful klance comic called Bending Moments that I’m totally addicted to. Y'all should check it out!

12x10 - “Pterodactyl Screeching into the void” - Part 1

My title is borrowed from @postmodernmulticoloredcloak comment on my crazy blogging after first watching this episode earlier. I feel like it is a fitting title for how this episode made me feel. To clarify, these are very very happy pterodactyls.

Steve Yokey wrote this episode and he appears to have well and truly taken up the gap left when Robbie Thompson sadly left the show. In fact this episode to me channels the ghost of Robbie in many different ways. From the fanfiction-esque moments of poor suffering third wheel Sam, to the meta nod to Charlie Bradbury, there is much of Robbie to be found here. Basically, it was bloody perfect.

I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come. Yokey has picked up the characterisations brilliantly, and seems to have an understanding of what the fandom desperately craves in terms of Castiel, his character, his personality and his development. I adored his sass in this episode. Some other writers *cough*bucklemming*cough* struggle to really capture Castiel’s sass and humour. Showing their lack of understanding of Castiel’s persona and his intelligence and instead writing him in a way that is jarring and sometimes basically stupid. Castiel is far from stupid. In this episode he was written perfectly, in a way I haven’t seen since Edlund’s time. Is that a sweeping statement? Maybe. But I’m still riding my high so let me have it this time.

This episode gave us three of my favourite things. Badass and Sassy Castiel, Overprotective grumpy husband Dean, and poor long suffering brother Sam. (baring in mind this is how they are usually written in fanfiction nowadays this is exactly my jam and I am so so happy to see it play out on screen. Seriously who sold their soul to Crowley for this episode?)

This review will also be in two parts. Because I have so freaking much to say about it.

The first part will focus on destiel, the second on everything else including Castiel’s emotional arc (as separate from destiel), his relationships with angels, angels and gender and Lily Sunder’s character.


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Watch Dogs 2 - Bromance & Deliciously Gay Moments

One of my teachers once told me that you don’t truly understand something unless you can explain it in as little words as possible. I’m not sure if that’s true, but ever since then I’ve had a hobby of breaking down pieces of fiction I enjoy into tiny chunks of information.

Right now I’m trying to find the theme of bellarke’s relationship in each season. What is one word that describes the direction and turns their relationship took? What was the end goal in the writers’ room? What point were they trying to get bellarke to?

Here’s my thoughts.

season 1 was the season of discovery

season 2 was the season of realization

season 3 was the season of reconciliation

season 4 was the season of affirmation

In season 1 they were constantly facing down the stereotypes they had built around the other. Their end game was discovering ‘who is this person that is challenging me?’ What motivated their actions?

Originally posted by thebellarkes

Season 2 was peppered with delicious moments of both Bellamy and Clarke realizing how important the other was to them. They were both undergoing complex individual arcs, but the sum total of their interactions in this season lead to a realization of the value in each other to each other.

Originally posted by morleybell

Season 3 wanted to test everyone - including the audience. This was the season of breaks and repairs for almost every single character, actor, and audience member. This trickle down economics of the heart forces bellarke’s journey to undergo what almost every relationship must at one point: the break or make moment. They make it. We know it. Reconciliation of errors - of personality traits that won’t align - is at a head here. “I love you inspite, despite and because of who you are” is born of this reconciliation.

Originally posted by tamed-w0lves

Season 4, the season of affirmation. Replace the audio of every one of bellarke’s moments with a person repeating “they love each other” in a very bored tone and nothing will change. As this season’s plot was rather stagnant in terms of development due to the looming ethereal threat and lack of a physical one, this made their relationship a bit stagnant and slow as well. They were busy with the apocalypse. What they could offer each other was unconditional love and the constant affirmation that they matter and they need to keep going.

Originally posted by worlds-in-the-books

I made a kind of emotional chart to track (very crudely) the bellarke vibe throughout the seasons. I categorized 5 emotions in subsections of progress for their relationship on the y axis, and on the x axis is the timeline of the show NOT to scale. The 5 emotions I chose to show upward mobility are: animosity, tense, friendly, affectionate, and passionate. The qualifications of each subsection are: animosity - outright disdain, hatred, dislike; tense - uncertainty; friendly - positive interactions, reliance, care; affectionate - physical signs of affection, verbal signs; passionate - a pinpoint focus on the other and a need to be near them and with them.

Season 1 was mostly filled with animosity up until episode 8, where they progressed to being friendly going into season 2. In season 2, their friendship continues to climb into affectionate with the hug (and peaking at the fire-side chat) up until Clarke sends him into the mountain, wherein it becomes tense. Eradicating the mountain/Clarke leaving kicks it down a notch. Reverse-bam! Season 3 continues on the tense and uncertain road until Clarke is reunited with the group. It shoots up during episode 11 and stays at affectionate until the hand hold which veers them very near the precipice of passion. Season 4 takes them right in at a steady incline as the looming danger forces them to turn more and more inward.

My prediction for season 5 follows. I believe when they meet up again, they will be balancing right between tense and friendly. I believe that will continue until some plot thing happens that sends them shooting for the moon in passion land.  I believe season 5 will be the season of passion. I could be wrong. I hope I’m not. I also welcome any thoughts.

theycallmeskizze  asked:

Can you give me a Villain! Rumlow going on dates with (kidnapping) Tony and the Team not being supportive even though he starts assisting Iron Man on the field and practically lives in the tower Maybe post CA:CW for the angst?

Brock and Tony? Why, of course, darling! I will always support this pairing!

Btw this is my 1000th Post!!! So of course I had to make it a little longer :) I even managed to add in some light bitter Sunday-ness, but I kept it very light, mostly just focused on Tony moving on. I think you should be able to enjoy this no matter how you stand on the CW fallout, but let me know if you disagree and I will tag it accordingly.

Also tagging @darkly-stark and @susieeslei because Brock and Tony.

It starts with one of Tony’s spur-of-the-moment decisions that always end up being either phenomenal or catastrophic, and never anything in between. The vote is still out on this particular one though.

Because Tony is seated in his favourite restaurant when he walks in–more like slams the doors open and pushes a startled waiter out of his way as he strides towards Tony’s nicely decorated table. And just as he’s been served his main course too.

For a long moment Tony blinks up at Brock Rumlow who is positively brimming with volatile determination, then looks back down at his plate. The food, as always, looks delicious.

“Why don’t you join me?” Tony blurts out before he can think better of it.

Rumlow stills, a flutter of what might have been confusion briefly flashing across his face.

“Please, sit down,” Tony gestures towards the unoccupied chair, having already decided to roll with this. He’s not been gutted yet, which can only be a good sign. “My treat of course.” He flashes his brightest smile and–much to his surprise, not that he’ll ever admit it–Rumlow does indeed sit down.

He looks as surprised as Tony which makes Tony feel better about this situation. Resisting the urge to gape–go with it, go with it, totally going with it–Tony turns and waves over the first waiter who crawls out from where he’s taken cover under a table.

“Could you get me another menu, please?” Tony asks with all the nonchalance his life as a public persona has trained into him. “Oh, and another whiskey.” He takes one look at Rumlow who is sort of glaring–or maybe that’s his normal expression, who knows–at the menu and adds, “Make that two.”

Rumlow spends most of the meal glaring daggers at anyone and anything unlucky enough to catch his attention. Tony spends most of the meal expecting a fight to break out any second.

The food is delicious though.


From one moment to the next the bar goes silent. It’s Tony’s first clue that something is wrong. The second is the slow, measured footsteps cutting through the silence, definitely, definitely heading in his direction. The third is the one everyone turns in their chairs to stare at him.

Tony refuses to turn around from where he’s sitting at the bar, slumped over an almost empty glass. There is probably a gun aimed at his head by now, but fuck if he cares.

It’s been a shit day long before lunch time got around. Tony is in no mood to entertain anyone, would-be killer or otherwise.

“Want a drink?” he asks, not bothering to look whom he’s offering it too.

Another moment of silence passes, before a familiar voice grumbles “You’re paying, Stark,” and well.

That’s how Tony finds himself sharing a drink with Brock Rumlow for the second time this month. It’s not as bad as it probably should be.


It wasn’t supposed to be a thing. Really. Tony doesn’t even realise it’s become a thing until the bartender at his standard I-want-to-disappear-and-not-have-anyone-talk-to-me-the-whole-time-I’m-there bar greets him with a “Your usual?” and fills two glasses.

The worst part is, when Rumlow slides into his seat next to Tony a couple of minutes later, he’s not even surprised.

It has definitely become a thing.


Tony likes to think he’s quite good at keeping his private and professional life separated–whether or not the evidence supports this statement is another matter.

In any case, despite Brock Rumlow’s unfortunate status as a villain, meeting up with the man semi-regularly for a drink and a long, surprisingly comfortable silence, has been uncomplicated. Almost suspiciously so. Tony has JARVIS on the look-out for any trap Rumlow might be trying to lay, but so far nothing has come from it.

Tony isn’t about to let his guard down, of course, but for the time being figuring out Rumlow’s hidden motives isn’t a top priority. He’s got more urgent problems. Like that giant, ball of a glibbering, highly corrosive mass currently eating away at this suit. His metal suit. At a disturbing pace. 

If Tony had still been able to move, it might not have been such a big problem. He probably could’ve gotten out of this whatever-it-is before the acid reached his fleshy parts. As it is, the suit is down. So is the communication. And Tony is effectively trapped.

It’s not the kind of death he would’ve wished for himself, but genius or not, he’s rapidly running out of time and options.

There is a sudden jolt, and then Tony is flying. He hits the ground hard a moment later, accompanied by a lot of creaks and cracks, the suit far too damaged to bear the weight of the fall the way he usually would.

His suit is little more than a deadweight still, dented and torn open in several places at this point, and it takes Tony a couple of minutes to bend the emergency release lash to his will. Literally. By the time he’s managed to free himself, the battle is finally over, and the rest of his team are looking for him.

Tony brushes them off with a quick and an easy smile. Just another near-death experience, hitting it close but not too close. He’s getting used to that. It’s not a big deal.

Later that night, Tony has JARVIS pull up any and all surveillance data on the fight. Until he finds the hooded figure reaching into the corrosive goo and pulling him out. Until he identifies the gait, the self-made claw-like conceptions used to drag him free.

He deletes all the evidence moments later, a pensive frown on his face.

Two days later Tony buys Brock Rumlow another drink. Neither of them mention the last Avengers’ mission.


There’s a dirty spot on the bar, right next to a small bowl of cashews. Tony would know. He’s been staring at it for the past seventeen minutes. At least it hasn’t moved.

A drink is set down in front of him with a soft click. His usual order. Except he’s never been to this place before.

Tony turns around, only to come face to face with Brock Rumlow.

Absently, Tony notes that he’s not even surprised.

Still. He raises a questioning eyebrow.

There’s no ‘Sorry your team is broken beyond repair’ or ‘Must have sucked to get back from a Siberian bunker without a functional suit, how’d you do it?’ or even ‘Fine mess, those Accords, huh? How’re you holding up?’.

All Tony gets is a non-committed shrug, and a grumbled, “Figured it’s my turn to pay the tab.”

Somehow, it’s enough.


There’s another mutant kid running around midtown, that wants the world to pay for all the unfulfilled hopes and crushed dreams, for all the times it was scorned and abandoned and left behind.

Tony can relate. He refuses to stand by and let it happen all the same.

Vision and Spiderman are slowly finding their rhythm in a fight, but the Avengers–what’s left of them–don’t hold the same kind of power they used to anymore.

When Crossbones joins the fray, Tony finds himself hoping he won’t have to fight on two fronts. It’s the first time in a while that his hopes are met.


Officially Tony can’t turn Crossbones’ help down, whenever Rumlow feels like offering. It burns, just a bit, even now, that for all that it presents a convenient excuse, it’s also true.

Rhodey is recovering, but it’s a slow process, and three players in the field aren’t enough. Especially when you’re on the defence and have civilians to protect.

Unofficially working with Rumlow isn’t bad, not that Tony would ever admit such a thing. Maybe he’s a little too fond of violence sometimes, a little too careless when it comes to collateral damage, but he works well with the team–are they a team yet, when Tony can’t ever bring himself to refer to them as such?–and hasn’t let them down yet.

After one of their less destructive skirmishes, Tony hands Rumlow a transmitter for one of their frequencies–not the official one of course. It’s as close to an induction as they get, with the UN committee for inter- and extra-national security watching them closely.


Rumlow settles a lot of their shared tabs these days.

He pays. 

Tony used to check. He hasn’t bothered in a while.


The first time Rumlow kidnaps Tony is right after a gruesome battle that almost costs Spiderman his life. He just–takes Tony.

Once Spidey is confirmed to be alive and well, Tony doesn’t even have the strength to fight him anymore.

It’s not as bad as it could have been. There are no evil lairs, to terrified minions, no threats. There’s just a beach–Tony has forgotten how much he missed it, the crashing waves, the smell of salt and water, the wind–no people as far as Tony can see, except for them. They drink iced coffee, and kick sand at each other’s feet, and Rumlow never comments on the fact that Tony doesn’t go deeper than ankle-height into the water.

The public is freaking out. General Ross is frothing at the mouth. Spidey sends a ‘Back at school now will you stop having FRIDAY set my alarm already?’ text, followed by a lot of glaring emojis. 

Rumlow hands him a virgin Pina Colada.

Tony hasn’t felt this warm since Siberia.


They come back eventually. His former team mates. It was always going to happen, Tony knows. Eventually. He’s been preparing for this day from the beginning, perhaps even before they ever fought at that German airport.

Doesn’t mean Tony is ready when it finally happens.

Rumlow isn’t there when the plane touches the ground. Tony grits his teeth together and smiles for the cameras.


Working together again, the new Avengers side by side with the old ones, goes about as smoothly as you would expect. Which is to say not at all. They’re out of sync, and it becomes painfully obvious the first time they’re sent out together how much it affects them in the field.

They win. Barely.

Tony sends Spidey home before Rogers even has the chance to announce a recap. He doesn’t want the kid around when the shouting starts, and there will be shouting. All of them are too frustrated with their less than stellar performance for a calm, rational discussion.

At least, Tony assumes they are. He’s never gets the chance to find out for sure. Because that’s when Crossbones shows up.

With minions. A lot of minions.

It takes Tony approximately fifteen seconds to work out that they’re a distraction. It takes the rest of the definitely-not-a-team half a minute longer.

By that point, it’s already too late: Crossbones and Iron Man have disappeared without a trace.


“You can’t keep kidnapping me every time I’m–” Tony trails off. Can’t quite bring himself to say the unspoken ‘about to be alone with them’ out loud. 

It would reveal too much. Acknowledge too much. Tony isn’t very good at acknowledging what he doesn’t want to be true. Or what he wants too much to be true, for that matter.

“I’m a villain,” Brock–he’s been Brock for a while now, and Tony still isn’t sure whether he likes that or not–snorts disdainful. “I can do whatever I want.”

There’ll be a lot of screaming later. A lot of accusations and rumours and arguments. Of that Tony has no doubt.

He leans a little closer with a teasing smile all the same. “Oh?” He hums thoughtfully. “And what is it you want right now?”


The world is a mess. The Avengers are broken beyond repair. Crossbones loves violence a little too much. Brock has a nice smile.

Tony is warm.


Tony Stark’s spur-of-the-moment decisions always end up being either phenomenal or catastrophic, and never anything in between. 

Sometimes, on rare occasions, they are both.

Please let me know what you think, guys! Have you boarded this particular rare pair ship yet?

The Taos Hum

Her cell rings at eleven forty-eight, while she’s cloistered in the steamy grotto of her bathroom, submerged in some hippie brew of jasmine oil and mineral salt that she bought at the farmer’s market. She flings water from her hand and dries her fingers in her hair before reaching over the side of the tub to retrieve it. She’s been expecting this. Expecting him. 

The phone rings a few more times in her palm, and she’s relishing that delicious moment before hearing him, that sweet anticipation that she can feel in her teeth - and then she gives in, thumbing the little green icon. 

“Scully,” she says into the receiver, trying not to sound like she’s purring. Three glasses of wine, and her muscles are hot and loose around her bones. 

“Are you familiar with the Taos Hum?” Down the line, Mulder is such a presence that it’s as if he’s in the room with her, wiping steam off of the mirror with a finely-muscled forearm, dipping his hand between her knees to swirl the bathwater. Stop it, Dana. Don’t. 

“Hmm. Vaguely.” Five days without him, and she misses him like a limb. 

“For decades, residents of Taos, New Mexico, have been hearing a low frequency hum. Nobody seems to have been able to ascertain where it’s coming from, why it’s there, what it means." 

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"I’m not jealous!"

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You couldn’t say you were surprised when you saw Yugyeom stand up suddenly from his seat on the couch, pacing towards the kitchen with his lips pursed and fists slightly clenched.

“Yugyeom! Where are you going? We’re up next! We have to win!” Youngjae called after him, but he didn’t seem to care enough to reply.

In fact, you knew exactly what he cared about. It was enough to have him side-eye Mark for a good half hour. It was enough to make you realize that if looks could kill, both you and Mark would be buried six feet under (Mark probably deeper than you, though). There was nothing wrong with him having a crush on you, but you knew it was slowly killing him on the inside seeing you and his hyung having a pretty entertaining conversation as you all waited for dinner to be ready.

Watching him disappear into the kitchen, you trailed after him, dodging Jackson and Youngjae who were sitting on the floor in the poorly lit room, yelling at each other as they tried to get the hang of the game Mark had shown to them.


As you got to the doorframe, you saw him watch you from the corner of his eyes as he was chopping some vegetables on the kitchen counter. His lips were still pursed into a fine line and he truly seemed… tense.

“Hey, do you need any help?” You offered happily, taking small steps towards Yugyeom.

Jaebum turned his head to you, stirring the meat he was cooking. “No, it’s almost done,” he smiled warmly at you before his eyes shifted to the younger boy beside him, his smile quickly fading. “Yugyeom, I asked you to cut those into even pieces. Did you close your eyes while doing it?”

You halted your steps when you got to Yugyeom’s side and you practically felt him stiffen as your arm brushed against his. In all honesty, you were just curious to see how badly he’d cut the vegetables. The physical contact had totally been unintended.


“Sorry, hyung,” he finally answered in a defeated tone, setting the knife aside and handing the cutting board to Jaebum, who proceeded to drop the uneven pieces into the frying pan.

“Right, five more minutes and it’s done,” Jaebum announced, rubbing his hands in anticipation. “Keep an eye on it, maknae. Five minutes.”

He patted Yugyeom on the shoulder before heading out to the living room again, leaving the two of you alone.

“Why are you so serious?” You asked in a playful whisper after a few seconds, seeing that Yugyeom made no attempt to move from where he stood or to even talk.

Shaking his head, he started drumming his fingers on the counter as if trying to restrain himself from doing something. Deep down, you knew he was dying to let it all out. You had only kissed him twice in the past, but both had agreed it had been a heat of the moment thing, so you just moved on.

But he didn’t, clearly.

“Yugyeom… answer me,” your voice was louder this time, and you poked his arm to get a reaction from him.

All it did was make him flinch slightly away from you and let out an impatient sigh. “Stop it.”

You clicked your tongue, causing his eyes to land on your mouth. “Tell me…”

Another sigh. “You and Mark…”

There. The ultimate proof of his jealousy in just three words. There was no anger or sadness in his voice, though. It was as if he was waiting for you to complete the sentence.

“We were just having fun,” you said, smiling innocently. “He is a very interesting person once you get him to open up to you.”

At this, he scoffed, his gaze shifting to the counter. “Sounds like you’re in love.”

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” you shot back instantly. Two could play this game.

The reaction was immediate: he turned his head to fully look at you with mouth open, pressing the palms of his hands on the counter. “I’m not jealous!”

“Really?” You pressed, shifting closer to him. “Are you one hundred percent sure of that?”

Suddenly, Yugyeom was in front of you, caging your body with his as his arms were on either side of you, his hands gripping the edge of the counter.

Once again, his dark eyes landed on your lips. “I want to kiss you.”

The sudden shift in the ambience was enough to make you melt into his warm body. “I’m not stopping you.”

He hesitated at first, probably surprised with your answer, but then he leaned into you slightly as one of his hands tangled in your hair to draw you near to his lips. His kiss was shy at first, but unlike the other two kisses you two had shared in the past, this one turned into something more primal and urgent. He wasted no time in having his tongue run along your lower lip, his other free hand coming to the hem of your dress, pulling it upwards while his hand caressed your thigh.

You finally broke the kiss, fearing someone might enter and catch you in the act. Much to your surprise, Yugyeom let out what really sounded like a whimper mixed with a whine.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous, Gyeom,” you cooed, ruffling his hair with one hand and he pouted. “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”

He pressed his lower half against you, and you immediately felt he was not in the mood for just a kiss.

“I wasn’t jealous…” he whispered, bending his head enough to have his lips graze your forehead. “I was just… I just want you. So bad.”

Oh, God…

Suddenly, something funny came up to your nose that snapped you out of the delicious moment.

“Yugyeom! The food!” You shrieked, pushing him away from you and rushing to the stove and turning it off, but the damage was already done.

As expected, you heard footsteps approaching and you looked over your shoulder only to see Jackson and Jaebum staring at both of you.

“Ah, maknae!” Jaebum huffed, frowning deeply. “How did you let it burn?!”

Yugyeom merely scratched the back of his head, his cheeks flushing red.

Jackson had his eyes shift from you to him twice suspiciously before he crossed his arms. “Pizza is on you, Yugyeom,” he growled, pretending to be really mad at the younger boy. “And… I’m ordering extra cheese.”