he's disgusted too

Full Bloom

There was a slam from behind him as Bucky kicked the door shut with all the might his ten-year-old body could muster, and then the sounds of distant yelling from inside the room he’d just stormed from.

He didn’t care. The people his mom had taken him around to visit were assholes. He just felt bad for leaving Stevie in there to fend for himself- although to be honest, he was probably just having to be held back by Mrs Rogers as he made a desperate attempt to smash their kneecaps in.

Bucky growled at nothing, kicking a nearby rock as he marched through the unknown village. The place they were in was foreign to him; the rich side of town where Bucky rarely even heard about, let alone visited. Only reason he’d been dragged along in the first place was because of the new job his and Steve’s mom had both been offered, and their potential new bosses had wanted to meet for dinner to discuss ‘arrangements’, whatever that meant.

They probably didn’t want to discuss anything now- not after the way Bucky had reacted. 

Which was great. Meant his mom had lost the job offer. Again.

And Bucky had tried, he really had- best behaviour and everything that his mom had asked him to- he knew that this was important to her. And Sarah. Probably more so to her; she and Stevie struggled to put food on the table as it was.


And he’d ruined everything.


Sniffing and adamantly refusing to cry, he kept marching, unsure of where he was going, but uncaring too. He just needed to… to find somewhere quiet. 

He’d be in so much trouble when his momma got hold of him.


It was only a few minutes later when he came back to himself, realising that he’d somehow managed to wander into a field, filled with pretty flowers and lovely green grass. It was surrounded by trees perfect for climbing, and the sun shone on it in a way that made it all glow.

Not that Bucky cared. Right now, he just needed a place to sit and be grumpy.

Throwing himself forward, he fell to his ass with an angry little growl and tucked his knees up against his chest, staring moodily ahead of him. There were little flowers dotted around the grass, and he picked at them absently, ripping their petals off and then letting them flutter to the ground or float away in the light breeze.


“Hey! Don’t do that, what did the flowers ever do to you?”


Bucky jerked and turned around immediately, eyes wide and searching for the owner of the voice. He definitely hadn’t expected to be found in a place like this- not so soon anyway.

Ahead of him, there was a skinny little boy, his warm brown eyes as big as saucers as he stared down at Bucky and the angry look that was still etched on his face. The boy was dressed in clothes that probably cost more than the contents of Bucky’s entire room, but there was grass stains and muddy patches all over them. His curly hair was falling into his eyes a little, but he quickly brushed it out when he saw Bucky looking; probably out of habit.

“Those… those flowers are pretty. Don’t ruin them,” the boy said weakly, apparently losing his confidence as he saw Bucky’s grumpy look.

He probably did look quite scary- a boy already tall for his age, in the wrong part of town and picking apart flowers in this fancy field whilst wearing a look of absolute thunder on his face. No wonder the newcomer was looking a little shifty.

He made an effort to smooth out his face a little, but he doubted it did much. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, shrugging his shoulders, “I’ll find somewhere else, I didn’t know you were here-“

“No, I didn’t mean you had to leave,” the boy said hurriedly, taking a brave step forward, “I just heard you storming in, and wanted to see who you were. That’s all. And there’s better ways to make use of the flowers than to rip them up, you know.”

Bucky looked at him quizzically, and then his eyes drifted down to the little chain of colourful flowers the other boy was gripping in his hand. Apparently losing all confidence again when he caught Bucky staring, his eyes widened and he hid the offending object behind his back, taking a little step back once again. It was like he was dancing, he moved that much.

“They’re just flowers, it’s not a crime, boys can like flowers too you know, I don’t- don’t beat me up,” he stumbled, holding his chin high in defiance but failing to hide the panic in his eyes as he took another step back.

Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion. Why the hell would he think he was gonna get beat up? Bucky didn’t hurt anyone- not unless they started it first, anyway.

“I’m not gonna beat you up,” he declared, shaking his head, “and I know it’s okay for boys to like flowers. I was just angry, and I wanted to fiddle with somethin’. Sorry if I hurt them,” he said, biting his lip.

He didn’t want this boy to think he was mean. Even if he probably looked pretty mean right now- Bucky didn’t want him to be scared. He looked as if he was scared quite a lot, actually.

There was silence, as the boy ran another hand through his hair and bounced on the balls of his feet. He was keeping his eyes fixed on his floor, and Bucky was just about to get up and say he was leaving when the boy suddenly spoke up again.

“I come out to this field when I get upset, like you. But… uh, I use the flowers too. I just mess with them in different ways,” he said, like that was supposed to explain something.

Bucky looked at him in confusion, and after a few seconds the boy’s hand was slowly removed from behind his back, revealing the pretty chain of flowers again. “Have you ever made a daisy chain before?” he asked tentatively.
Bucky shook his head, wondering where the boy was heading.

“Okay. Do you want to learn?”

He was being looked at almost fiercely, and the boy’s knees were crouched a little, like he was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. It made Bucky frown again, because why the heck did this person seem so convinced Bucky was going to try and hurt him?

“Yeah. Okay. I’d… I’d like that,” Bucky answered, trying to smile a little, despite his foul mood.

The boy’s eyes widened, like that had not been the answer he was expecting. Bucky noted that he had very nice eyes. And hair. In fact, he was even prettier than Dorothy- the girl who sat in front of him at school. Everyone loved her- but she didn’t share a patch on the boy stood in front of him right now.

“I’m Tony,” he stated, finally stepping forward and holding out his hand.

“Bucky- nice to meet you.”

“Come with me,” Tony said, pulling on Bucky’s hand and leading them to the left, where the trees met field, “I know a place full of so many flowers you won’t even know what to do with them all.”




“So why were you angry?” Tony asked, his knee knocking against Bucky’s as he carefully wove a tiny little stem through the gap in another.

Bucky paused, face clouding over. He put his chain down carefully, in case he ripped it in his frustration. “Mine and Steve’s momma met their new bosses, and they’re really stupid.”

“What did they do?” Tony asked, “did they not know how to count to ten?”

“No, not that kinda stupid,” Bucky waved him off, “they were just mean. And wrong. There was an advert on the TV and it had two boys in it and they said that it was disgusting but it isn’t disgusting. I like boys. I know I’m not disgusting. An’ I told ‘em that much myself, ‘cuz I ain’t afraid of no dumb adults,” Bucky said defiantly, hands fisting against his legs as he thought back to their gross faces.

Tony was staring at him, and Bucky realised that maybe Tony thought he was disgusting, too, so he jumped to his feet angrily. “If you don’t like it either, you can take your flower crown and scram, ‘cuz you’re just stupid too-“

“No!” Tony raised his hands, eyes wide as he looked up at Bucky, “No, I don’t think it’s disgusting. I just think you’re… you’re really brave. I could never do that to adults. I tried to do it once, when my dad called me an idiot, but then he just hit me and so I didn’t do it again,” he said, looking at the floor again like he was… like he was embarrassed or something.

Bucky frowned again, confused. Why would his dad have hit him? Weren’t parents supposed to keep you safe from being hit, not be the ones to do it in the first place? 

That being said, Bucky had noticed the angry red mark that was cutting through Tony’s cheek, and wondered if that was the reason he was in this field in the first place. And if it was his own dad that was doing that, it made everything even worse.

“I’ll beat him up if you want,” Bucky said, sitting down again so that his leg was pressed up against Tony’s. “Like I said- I’m not scared of no adults.”

Tony’s eyes were wide, and he was staring at Bucky like he was his guardian angel or something. Bucky liked Tony looking at him like that; it made him feel all fluttery inside. “You’d really do that? For me?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded his head adamantly, “definitely.”

Tony smiled, but then shook his head and sighed. “No. Dad’s strong, and even if you’re strong too, he’s big. I don’t want him to hurt you too. That’s why I come out here. I like flowers. They’re pretty. And dad can’t yell at me when I’m here.”
There was a short pause, and then Tony’s eyes widened as he turned to face Bucky. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me here, okay? If dad finds out I like flowers he’ll call me stuff and hit me and stop me coming, and I really like it here, so you can’t, okay, you can’t-“

“I ain’t telling your dad shit,” Bucky told him, liking how the curse word sounded on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he’d heard someone yell it on the street, and thought it would be a good thing to use here. “I like flowers too. And you. I wouldn’t tell him anything that might hurt either of ‘em.”

Tony relaxed a little, and nodded gratefully. “Thank you. And by the way, I definitely don’t think it’s disgusting. I like boys too- more than I like girls. But I just don’t tell anyone because I don’t want people at school or home to beat me up more,” he admitted, worrying at his lower lip and avoiding Bucky’s eyes again.

“But… why are you telling me then?” He asked.

Tony looked at him, and then shrugged, his cheeks beginning to turn pink. 

“’Cause you’re my friend. Right? And friends can tell each other secrets.”

Bucky thought about every secret of Steve’s he had kept, and then nodded his head. “Definitely.”

“Good,“ Tony broke off, finally finished with the little chain of daises he’d been making through the conversation. He raised it up and smiled at his work, before shuffling forward a little and carefully placing it around Bucky’s neck. “It suits you,” he said quietly, and Bucky thought the blush that was spreading through his cheeks again was very pretty.

Bucky nodded looking down at the chain around his neck and smiling. “You can wear mine when I’ve finished- it won’t be as good though, ‘cuz you’ve been doing it longer and I’m still learning-“

“I think it’s great anyway,” Tony assured him, picking up the half-finished masterpiece, which was a little uneven and splayed. But Tony was practically beaming at it, and it made Bucky feel lovely and special.


“BUCK! BUCKY! YOU HERE?” A loud voice interrupted, and both of them jerked, Tony’s eyes flashing with panic as he dropped the chain and turned. Bucky made note that he didn’t like loud voices.

Quickly grabbing his hand, he caught Tony’s attention. “Hey- don’t worry, that’s just my friend. He’s called Steve, and I’ve been gone a while, so everyone’s probably worried. And mad. But not at you,” Bucky explained hurriedly. “Do you wanna go, or do you wanna meet him?”

Tony paused, before looking across at the boy who was even tinier than him, shock of blonde hair falling over his face as he stumbled through the long grass and searched for his friend. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, because he’s great- you’ll love him,” Bucky grinned, before pulling them both up and waving. “STEVIE!”

Steve turned, eyes locking on to both of them immediately. He frowned a little at the sight of Tony, but it was gone in a second and replaced with a friendly smile. “WE’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU, IDIOT,” he yelled across the field, beginning to jog across until he had caught up with them. “Your mom’s gonna give you an earful when you get back, you know?”

Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, I know I was stupid- I ruined their jobs-“

“No no, they don’t care about that. The people were assholes, they turned down the offer as soon as you slammed out of the door,” Steve explained, “your mom’s mad because you just wandered off for two and a half hours in a place you don’t know. Idiot.”

“I had Tony,” Bucky said defensively, “we made flower crowns. And now we’re friends and he’s gonna hang out with us, okay? He needs to teach you how to make flower chains- he’s awesome at them,” Bucky explained, squeezing Tony’s hand and smiling, gesturing proudly to the chain around his head.

Steve stared at it for a few seconds, and Tony was all jittery again, but then Steve just smiled in wonder and stepped forward, examining the work around Bucky’s neck. “That’s so cool! Can you make me one?” He asked, eyes wide.

Tony practically beamed, and nodded his head happily. 

“But I get to make Tony’s,” Bucky added quickly, shooting Steve a look. 

“Why can’t I make one for him too?” Steve asked, frowning.

“’Cuz I’ve known him longer and I asked first,” Bucky replied.

Tony giggled a little, and Bucky’s stomach went all fluttery again. “You can… if you want, you can both make me one?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but upon seeing the desperate looks Bucky was throwing his way, he slowly shut it again, comprehension dawning on his face. “Oh. I didn’t realise… uh, you know what, Tony, I think I’ll leave it to Bucky. He’s better at them than me, and he did ask first.”

Tony just shrugged, and then smiled at Bucky again. They were still holding hands. “Okay.”

“Uh, Buck- I hate to break this up, but if I don’t come back with you soon, I think your mom’s gonna call for a search party,” Steve said sheepishly, interrupting their moment and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

Bucky sighed grumpily, but nodded his head. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Tony, do… do you want to come ‘round to my house sometime? Steve will probably be there, and there’s a nice meadow behind our garden. You can teach us how to make even cooler chains than before, and… and I’ll be able to make you one all on my own?” Bucky asked it like a question, and looked stubbornly at his shuffling feet as Tony’s hand squeezed around his own.

“I’d like that, yeah,” Tony said softly, prompting another beam from Bucky.

“Cool! I’ll… I’ll meet you here at the same time tomorrow, and we’ll walk down, okay? Sound good?”

Tony nodded happily, a little stunned expression on his face as his gaze jolted from person to person, as if he expected the joke to be revealed.

Bucky squeezed his hand a little tighter and then let go, the great big grin still on his face. Bad moods seemed impossible now. “I’ll come find you tomorrow then, Tony,” he called out behind him, walking up to Steve and then making their way toward the roadside.

There was a pause, and then the sound of hurrying footsteps prompted Bucky to turn around again. He only had a chance to look at Tony in surprise for a second, before suddenly the smaller boy had leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

It lasted 0.3 seconds and the butterflies that Bucky had been feeling all afternoon suddenly exploded in his tummy, lighting up his face bright pink and turning his knees to jelly. He felt like his heart was doing somersaults as he watched Tony lean back down again, covered in a pretty blush of his own, and then turn tail and run back through the grass, waving behind him as he went.

Bucky stood there, stunned, until Steve suddenly burst out laughing and elbowed him in the ribs. “Bucky and Tony, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-“
“Shuddup,” Bucky said gruffly, unable to take the smile off his face as he shoved Steve gently.


Steve continued to giggle all the way home, but Bucky didn’t even care. He was going to look up how to make the best flower-crowns that night, so that he would be able to impress Tony when they next met tomorrow.

“I think he’s gonna be real good, Buck,” Steve said, suddenly solemn, as he nodded his head pensively.

“I know he is,” Bucky agreed, head still tilted in the direction the other boy had run.


He was gonna make the best flower crown for Tony. Just you watch.

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“We must wait and watch. And when we find our spy, and we will find them, we shall turn them from an obstacle to an asset. Wouldn’t you agree, Agent Kallus?”

correct me if I’m wrong; but Tuls seems to be signing love?

anonymous asked:

head canon rfa + v and saeran with a chubby, insecure mc? like they have a lot of stretch marks and they hate the way their their stomach sticks out from their body

Just saying, physical beauty is severely overrated. Sorry these are so lame.

Yoosung:
-He’s had his share of self loathing. He always hated how unmanly he was (which is completely false).
-Because of you, he’s gained confidence.
-He would notice how you avoided wearing tight clothes or letting him touch you.
-Yoosung first thought maybe that kind of thing just made you uncomfortable and didn’t question it.
-But then he started to notice you eating less and less. He became concerned.
-Was it the food? He could make something else you’d rather eat.
-Upon further investigation, asking you if you are going to eat, he finds out he you hate your stomach, so you’re cutting down on the amount of food you eat.
-He’s really confused because you weren’t overeating before, and now you’re under-eating. It’s not healthy.
-You honestly don’t need to change anything about yourself because you’re already a God(dess).
-He’ll show you encouraging and body positive things he’d find on the Internet to give you and extra confidence boost.

Zen:
-It’s pretty common for Zen to be compared to (and compare himself to) a Greek God
-So that kind of adds to your insecurities. This guys works out everyday and is extremely fit because of it. You can’t help but think you look like shit next to him.
-He saw the way you’d look at your reflection or the way you looked down at your stomach or thighs. It broke his heart.
-He used to hate his appearance and he hates that you have to go through the same thing. It’s such a shitty feeling to not be comfortable in your own skin. You don’t deserve to feel that way.
-He’ll make extra sure to compliment the parts of you you seem to dislike to help boost your confidence. He’ll make sure you don’t feel jealous of super skinny, borderline anorexic women he works with because even though their weight isn’t healthy, he has caught you staring at them with a frown.
-Zen worships you and your body because both are perfect just the way they are.

Jaehee:
-She actually felt herself fall more in love with you when she saw you for the first time. She absolutely loved your body type.
-One day, while you were talking, you mentioned that you can’t stand your stomach.
-Jaehee was surprised because she’s always idolized you and your body. She’s loved how you look from the first day she saw you. It wasn’t what made her fall in love with you -your personality did that- but you were so beautiful she couldn’t help but feel her heart beat faster.
-You tell her that you also hate the stretch marks, and she’s a bit offended. She also has some stretch marks.
-“Do you think stretch marks are ugly..?”
-You could hear how nervous she was. “Oh, no, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. They’re not ugly.”
-“Then why do you judge your body so harshly compared to how you judge me and everyone else?”

Jumin:
-You were trying on some clothes Jumin had bought for you because they “reminded me of you.”
-He was sitting in a chair while you were changing in the bathroom. The clothes he had bought you were a bit short. You didn’t like how you could see the stretch marks on your thighs.
-You were refusing to come out of the restroom you were changing in despite Jumin constantly saying “I’m sure you look beautiful. Just come out already.”
-Eventually, you realize you couldn’t argue with him forever, and because you’ll be with him the rest of your life he’ll probably see your stretch marks eventually…
-You finally open the door just hoping he won’t be too disgusted.
-“Hmm…” Jumin looked deep in thought as he looked at you. You grew nervous, until he added “That color suits you. I’d say it being out your eyes.”
-Huh?
-“But you can see the stretch marks on my legs.”
-“…Your point? I don’t see how that’s an issue.”

Saeyoung:
-He doesn’t eat healthily or take care of himself, yet he’s still so thin. It makes you, and honestly everyone, envious.
-Since you’ve come into his life, his bad habits have died down and he’s starting to take better care of himself.
-You’ve been taking better care of yourself in return, but that doesn’t mean you still don’t hate how your body looks.
-Seven used to make self deprecating jokes all the time so you thought he would be chill if you joined in.
-So you casually made a joke about how gross your body is.
-But Saeyoung isn’t laughing. You mentally curse, feeling awkward.
-“…Why would you say that?”
-You feel so awkward, embarrassed, and guilty, so just stay quiet.
-“Do you really feel that way?”
-Quiet.
-He took that as a yes. “_____, don’t think that about yourself. Stretch marks, weight, none of that stuff matters. Why do you see it as a problem? It’s just something else about you to fall in love with, like your eyes or your smile. Everything about you is stunning, please don’t forget that.”

V:
-Because of his poor sight, he doesn’t pay attention to details often, which means he barely even noticed your body type.
-Once you’re both comfortable with adding physical affection into your relationship, he noticed you were still a bit hesitant to let him touch your body. He read this as you weren’t actually comfortable with touching yet, so he asked you about it.
-He wasn’t expecting you to tell him you don’t want him to feel how big your stomach and your thighs are.
-V is so confused.
-Is it an issue? He’s never seen your body type as an issue. Ever. He loves your body because it’s your body.
-“Don’t say things like that, _____. You’re beautiful.”
-“Of course you’d say that. You’re almost blind.”
-“I don’t need eyesight to know you’re the most gorgeous being on this planet.
-Admittedly, it was a bit cheesy, but he meant every word of it.

Saeran:
-I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Saeran could not give any less of a fuck about appearance.
-You’re the one who has saved him and believed in him and supported him when nobody else would. Who cares if you have stretch marks or you think your stomach is too big? You’re a miracle worker and he could never find the vocabulary to describe how amazing you are to him.
-He’s honestly really sad that you hate your body because in his eyes everything about you is perfect.
-He wants you to not care about looks like he does, but he realizes that you truly dislike your weight.
-You’re the only light he’s ever had in his life. What you look like doesn’t matter. All that matters is what kind of person you are. Saeran strongly believes this and will try to pass that knowledge onto you.

A White Knight

When Sangwoo is arrested for the murder of Jieun, Yoon Bum is sent back to live with his uncle.

Meanwhile Seungbae may be more than a little infatuated.

Tw: rape/sexual abuse, incest, mild reference to self harm/cutting.

One text message is all it takes for Yoon Bum’s world to fall apart. Nights in Sangwoo’s bed have suddenly been swapped for nights in a police cell and it’s all Jieun’s fault. Her family reported her missing and the last contact in her phone was Sangwoo. The police raided their house first thing in the morning, disturbing Sangwoo in the middle of using Bum for his pleasure. Of course Sangwoo had tried to protect them - protect what they had but the police had been too many and too strong. Now Sangwoo was confined to a cell while Bum found himself being held hostage in an interview room.

Bum stared blankly at the officers sat across from him. They’d been talking to him for well over an hour now and he couldn’t take it anymore. ‘Explaining things’ they called it - as if Bum was child who couldn’t understand what had happened to him over the last six months. Bum knew what he’d done, knew what had been done to him, making the whole situation tiresome. He wanted to go home, back to the safety of Sangwoo’s bed, but that wasn’t an option right now. Sangwoo was in too much trouble. As long as they could stay together, Bum promised himself things wouldn’t be so bad. If they were lucky they’d be in the same cell. He could go on cleaning and caring for Sangwoo like nothing had changed. He didn’t need to be free or outside he just needed to make Sangwoo happy.

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common depiction of angelica schuyler & aaron burr’s friendship: ideal business partners, mutual respect, never talk down to each other, angelica Supports aaron a lot, cinnamon rolls. 

ideal depiction of angelica schuyler & aaron burr’s friendship: Vitriolic Best Buds, you’ll think they hate each other, aaron sends her a winky face and fake dick pick of the “biggest black cock” he could find on google, angelica answers with the nude of a light skinned woman (probs her current gf, she asked permission) saying “this is how you make me feel baby ;)))” and when burr mocks about the skin tone change Angelica sends a picture of her “renewed feelings”, which is just a picture of her middle finger. They do support each other though, they just won’t tell it to each other’s faces a lot. complete and absolute sinnamon rolls, to this point they aren’t sure why they are friends but who gives a shit. not them. 

aren’t you supposed to save me? (lifeguard!wonwoo au)

Originally posted by allurity

Prompt: Jeon Wonwoo is a life guard. A new one actually. He can’t keep his eyes off of you because you look amazing in your swimsuit so he’s secretly watching you. You dive down into the water but being an idiot Wonwoo thinks you’ve drowned. He gets up ready to jump in but at that moment you rise from the water. He tries very hard to stop and not jump in and look dumb but whoops he slips and everyone’s just like uhhh you ok?? You end up having to save the new lifeguard

Word Count: 2.4k
A/N So this happened. I’m not sure how I like the end results but I’m sure it’ll grow on me. I had fun though, which is the main priority! Thank you to whoever gave me this prompt! You revived my creativity -Admin Madi


Wonwoo wasn’t sure why he applied to be a lifeguard.

While his friends were waiting tables, bagging groceries and operating amusement park rides throughout the duration of summer, Wonwoo was left to burn in the sun. He didn’t exactly know why he chose monitoring swimming pools over stocking shelves, but it definitely had something to do with the employees; especially you.

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anonymous asked:

When Sid is filming his James Bond movie Geno is on his summer break so he spends the whole off season following Sid around Europe and spending most days on set with him. The issue comes when Sid has to film any "romance" scenes and Sid doesn't understand because normally Geno doesn't care because he knows it's what sid does but Geno is like "see in person very different from on TV. Actually have to watch him kiss you in front of me and not punch him in face"

“I love you,” Sidney–no, Sidney’s character says, as his character, not Sidney, definitely not Sidney, tears up. “I love you, please–please don’t go so far.”

“I’m sorry,” the love interest says, caressing Sidney’s face like Sidney’s something infinitely precious. It’s disgusting. He’s way too close to someone else’s husband for Geno’s liking, and Geno kind of wants to murder him. “I’m so sorry.”

“James, please.” Sidney’s voice cracks on the last word. 

“And cut!”

Someone yells for the actors to take five, and Sidney and the Bond actor separate, laughing and chatting normally again. Then Sidney notices Geno out of the corner of his eyes, and his face lights up. 

“Geno, what are you doing here?” Sidney excuses himself then bounds over to his husband. “I thought you said you were gonna go on that sightseeing tour–”

“Isn’t it better to visit husband instead?” Geno says, pulling Sidney in and kissing him with a bit more tongue than usual. Sidney melts into him, just like he’d expected, Geno thinks smugly. 

A few cast members whistle, and Sidney pulls away, reddening. “You’re eager today.”

“Happy to see you.”

“Are you staying for the rest of the shoot?”

“Of course. Not miss for world.”

“You sure?” Sidney asks. “I thought you hated watching me do love scenes.”

Geno shrugs as casually as he can. He’s seen Sidney in romantic comedies kissing girls. It’s fine. “Is whatever. Is your job. Go break leg.”

“Okay. That’s usually for theater. Also it sounds kind of scary when you say it,” Sidney says. He leans in for a kiss. “I’ll see you in a bit!” 

He trots off, and damn, does Geno love to see him go.

Ten minutes later, Geno realizes that love scenes aren’t scenes where Sidney verbally declares his love to 007, but ones where Sidney straddles 007 and grinds down as he flings his shirt across the set. When Sidney’s love interest flips him onto the bed and appears to bite down on Sidney’s neck, Sidney lets out a noise that makes Geno spits out his coffee and starts coughing uncontrollably as he wheezes, “What the fuck.” The director throws Geno a look that would have killed lesser men as she yells “Cut!” And really, Sidney shouldn’t have the right to look that adorably confused, given that he’s half-naked and straddling some middle-aged guy pretending to be a secret agent. 

(Sidney tells this story at the next Pens holiday potluck, and Flower laughs so hard he hard snorts into his beer and has to sit down for a solid two minutes, not unlike Geno back on the set.)

clearbluewaters  asked:

(You knew this was coming) Dick & Babs, prompt 18

Dick bit his lip nervously, beads of sweat clinging to the ends of his hair as he finally finished tying up the two muggers. 

Everything about him tonight was clumsy, on edge, and very much unnatural. Uncool. “Chalant” as opposed to nonchalant. And he hated it.

He walked back over to where Barbara stood waiting for him, praying she couldn’t see the flush that seemed to overcome his face every time he looked at her tonight. But if she had noticed, she didn’t show it. 

“You’re pretty slow tonight, Boy Wonder,” she joked playfully, throwing him a teasing grin before shooting her grappling hook off. 

And Dick’s heart nearly stopped in his chest.

They retreated, flying across the rooftops, Batgirl’s exhilarated laugh filling the air as the wind whipped through her red, flowing hair, Robin chasing after her desperately, willing himself to just say the goddamn words that had been replaying in his head since the day he had first met her.

You’re so beautiful.   

He knew that she would just laugh at him. He knew that she would brush those words off as if it were coming from a naive, hopeless, love-sick teenage boy. And well, to be fair… they were. Weren’t they?

They landed atop one of the buildings that jutted up above the Gotham streets, and Dick summoned the courage to finally speak.

“Babs, wait,” he said, his voice rushed, almost as panicked as his quickening pulse. 

Batgirl stopped at the sound of her name, and met his gaze, her eyebrow arched in amusement. 

“I know at least one person who wouldn’t be happy about you breaking the “no-real names” rule, Robin,” she said, crossing her arms and smiling at him, a flicker of curiosity streaking across the green eyes that peered at him from behind the mask. “If you get benched tomorrow, I’m not going to… hrn-?!”

Dick stalked up to Babs and planted a kiss on her lips, one hand reaching out behind her head, pulling her into him. 

He closed his eyes against the surprise that had no doubt crossed Barbara’s face; Dick didn’t think he could bear it if he saw disgust in there too. He tried not to force it, but kept his grip loose enough to let her pull away and slap him if she wanted to. 

She didn’t slap him.   

After what felt like an eternity, Barbara pushed him away from her, and they stood there in the quiet night, breathing heavily, staring at each other in a stunned silence with only the stars and gargoyles watching. 

But to them, in that very moment, it was as if even the stars and the gargoyles didn’t exist. 

“I’m sorry,” Dick finally stammered, backing away slightly to give her some space, running a hand through his hair. “I… I’ve wanted to do that for a long time and just, didn’t know how you’d react.”

Batgirl said nothing, turning away from Robin suddenly and standing on the edge of the building. 

“Next time, try asking,” she suggested, still looking out over the city. “My reaction might be a bit better.”

And just like that, she was gone. 

Dick watched her soaring from rooftop to rooftop in pursuit of the sound of sirens, a wide, joyful grin spreading across his face. 

He was completely oblivious to the caped figure that stood in the shadows behind him, shaking his head as he muttered about the frivolity of youth as he stepped out to ask Robin for a status report.  

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wait a minute are there ppl out there calling youngjae a visual hole?? excuse me?? choi youngjae of got7, resident sunshine, the one nichkhun called got7′s visual, the one who has no bad angles in selfies, the one with the most angelic voice, the one who loves fans and told them politely to give got7 their personal space but also worried abt the fans safety, the one who couldn’t dance at all when he became a trainee but only trained 7 months before he debuted, the one who worked multiple part time jobs for money for classes so he could become a trainee, the one who is so talented and so loving and caring, that choi youngjae? i’m sorry but he did not work this hard to have ppl hate on him no idol works this hard for ppl to hate on them goodbye

I hate practically falling in love with anyone who’s really good at their instrument

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Would you hatefuck Rohan Kishibe or is he too disgusting to touch

the thought of rohan touching me with his rohands is the worst thing yallve ever made me suffer through thanks

most ppl who are fuckin killers?? :  no feelings!!! murder murder!!!! what are emotions!!!!
jeremiah: FUCKIN FULL OF EMOTIONS!!! jealousy !!!! cuddles!!!!!  anger !!!!! love !!!!! wants to stab ppl in the face then kiss them!!!!!!