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FFXV: Noctis "New moon"

Word count: 1304

It was noctis first peaceful night in the castle after he had been away for all those years fighting. He had lost a good friend and warrior Nyx Ulric, his father and his dear sweet Lunafreya. But before luna left she said “Just like the moon disappears for a while i will too. But we will meet again… Just as the moon is never gone i am truly never gone.” Those words stuck with Noctis and also kept him going… Especially during the days when the meetings with the counsel seemed to drag on, which they always did.

One night Noctis layed in his bed stretched out, summoning fire in his hand then calling it back into his hand again. He realized he couldn’t sleep so he got dressed in the most normalised clothes he had. Which consisted of black v neck t shirt, black cargo jeans and regular checkered white and black tennis shoes he had. Why the hip look, he had no idea.

Once he was dressed he left his room snuck out of the castle and onto the streets. It was 9 o'clock at night and the city was still alive. Repairs of course were still being made to the city, so many parts of the city were off limits. Noctis wondered around the cold wet city streets, he glanced up at the moon and stared into it.

“Luna?…”

He felt his heart crush under the guilt of not being able to protect her… He had power and yet he wasn’t able to even save her. His thoughts were interrupted by a troubled women.

You stood face to face with an older man. Your hair hazel brown, long with short curls. You had your hands in a fist like you were ready to fight the man. As he tried to inch closer to you, it would appear he was drunk.

“Sir please carry your business else where i am not interested.”

You said in a firm voice. But the man didn’t have the brain cells or awareness to understand what you were saying or care

“Aww come on cutie don’t by like that, thats not right. I found you first. Besides its a late night were both adults aren’t we?”

You sighed and took in a deep breath

“please move or i will use force, I have plans of my own. Now stand aside!”

The drunk man gulped down the rest of the beer he hand in his hand stumbling around. Once he finished he smashed the bottle against the wall, sending glass shards onto the concrete ground. He then pointed towards you, showing you he meant business.

“Now listen you can come with me or be no ones at all, thats your choice “princess”.

Thats it all Noctis could stand he began walking over there

“you will not harm this women! She has warned you now proceed to leave.”

Noctis now stood between you and the drunk man. He turned and looked you briefly and smiled,

“its going to be alright.”

The drunk man then made his way dashing towards noctis, but before noctis could make a move the drunk man fell on his face.

You and Noctis were both in shock…it took you two a moment to take in what had happened. Noctis turned to you and offered to walk you home. You kindly declined but he warned you that there may be more men like that. Not wanting to engage in a fight you accepted his offer.

The walk back home was pleasant, and quiet. You kept glancing up at the moon that was only a sliver left of it. Noctis would look up at the moon then at you. Your bbangs moved infront of your eyes, making it hard for you to see. So you’d try to blow your bangs out of you face, but it didn’t work. Noctis tried not to laugh but you saw him from the corner of your eyes.

“Not funny, its such a pain having long hair..”

Noctis looked at you and smiled.

“You could cut it.. Or would that be to much work too?”

You turned and looked at Noctis

“Ha ha ha very funny. I would cut it but me growing it this long means sonething to me. Where i come from women are very restricted. So i grew my hair out to be free…but now its becoming a pain..”

“Sorry my dear, I just found it cute. I didn’t mean to offend you. ”

Your face lite up after he said that, but why did it? You’ve heard it all from so many guys but what they said never even provoked a smile from you. Yet this guy on the street walking you home got a reaction from you. Maybe because it was genuine compliment.

“But i guess your use to hearing that though.. So maybe i should be more original…”

Noctis said with cocky smile, you turned and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh aren’t you just so chipper and confident.. Yes i have heard it before, I’ve heard many things. But its nice to hear from an innocent or decent person.”

The rest of the way you two spent mildly flirting and talking about alittle of everything. You felt like you’d seen his face before but you couldn’t remember where. So You shrugged it off. Eventually you reached your apartment and that meant the fun was over. You were alittle upset you’d made it home because that meant you probably wouldn’t see him again.

“Thank you for walking me home. I normally don’t walk home this late but had to walk my friends home from bar. ”

Noctis just smiled from ear to ear.

“It was no problem, glad to be of help. Its the least i can do.”

You waved a sad goodbye as Noctis nodded, and you guys parted ways as you went inside. He began walking back and heading back to the castle. His heart felt heavy as he walked farther and farther away from your apartment. Until he stopped, he looked up into the clear sky. Gazing up at the moon and its splendor… He then turned around and ran back to your apartment.

You heard a knock at the door, not sure who it could be at this hour you looked through the peep hole. It was your hero from earlier.

You opened the door to a panting Noctis.

“Are you alright?”

Once noctis caught his breath, he said.

“By the way i didn’t catch your name..”

You gave a slight chuckle, he ran back for that.

“My name is y/n and yours is?”

Noctis stood tall and gave a bold smile as he leaned against the wall and said.

“Its nice to meet you my name Is Noctis Lucis Calem and the pleasure is all mine..”

You paused for a moment still smiling until it clicked, this was King Noctis. You knew you’d seen his face before! The look of shock was written all over your face.

“Its alright i had no intentions of revealing who i was. To tell you the truth i snuck out the castle to get some fresh air. I needed some normal time and you helped with that so thank you. But there is one thing more you could help me with. Do you know where a king could take a beautiful lady like you to lunch one day?”

You broke free from your shock with warmest smile on your face.

“I might know i place, but its pretty normal for a king. Are you sure you’d be up for taking me out?”

“I don’t know i think i passed that test tonight and maybe i can get a discount because I’m king.”

Thats how King Noctis got a new moon.

*up next Ignis then Gladio. Sorry taking longer, i have so many projects in the air. *

@itshaejinju @gladixlusamicitia @alicemoonwonderland @blindbae @chocobropuffs @ulric-nyx

@stunninglyignis

bucky was 24 when he joined the army

steve was also 24 when he enlisted in the army and still 24 when he became their supersoldier

bucky was 27 when he died, 7 days before his 28th birthday

steve was 26 when he died

steve is 26 when he wakes up in 2011 and 26 during the battle of new york

steve is 29 when he finds out bucky survived and 29 during shields collapse

steve is 30 when he takes on leading the avengers full-time and, a few months later, he is 30 years old and standing in a flying city talking to natasha how that would be a good place to die

I was driving home today as I passed by all the places we used to go together. It was in the midst of our bittersweet memories when I realized I took you to all my favorite places.
All my favorite places that I can never return to again.
—  Everything reminds me of you

if someone tells you not to touch them, don’t touch them. 

if someone tells you not to yell at them, don’t yell at them. 

if someone tells you not to tickle them, don’t tickle them. 

if someone tells you not to do something, don’t do it. 

it’s really not that complicated. respect their boundaries. they don’t have to explain why they have them. they don’t even have to be polite when they tell you not to do something. respect. people’s. boundaries. 

Here’s the thing for me. About those scenes with Merle and “John.”

At the start, I couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed that Clint wasn’t asking different questions. Travis clearly had the same thoughts I did–tactically, Merle was playing it poorly. He gave more information than he needed and asked vague questions that didn’t yield practical intel on how to fight the Hunger. 

If it had been Taako, he’d have asked clever questions and been focused on getting info out of the Hunger, on besting it. If it had been Magnus, he would have straight up asked, “how do we kill you” and likely learned at least something from that. But this wasn’t Taako’s or Magnus’s role to play. 

Merle was approaching parley the way it was meant to be approached. Not as a warrior looking for a way to kill the Hunger, but as a diplomat trying to understand it. He approached it with an open mind. To the point where he was eventually able to ask “are you my friend?” 

He asked that of this nightmare entity, this thing that’s caused so much death and suffering–that’s killed him dozens of times. Maybe he’s just that able to open his heart. Or maybe despite the religious ideals he tries to project as a cleric, he’s someone who–whether the person in question is a human, or a god, or a sinister consuming force—just wants people to like him. 

Whatever the reason, he was able to look at the Hunger and try to reason with it. To talk to it earnestly about the value of life, and hope.

It didn’t listen. And when it didn’t listen, I actually believe Merle was disappointed. That for a moment he had hoped the Hunger could be better. Instead, he told the Hunger off, and said he didn’t want to see him anymore. 

And the Hunger is sad. For the first time in who even can guess how long, the Hunger feels sorrow, and regret. Because for a moment he had a friend, and then he lost that friend. Because of his own actions.

Merle didn’t learn how to kill the Hunger, he didn’t learn any information that could help them slow it down or get to the Light of Creation faster. But what he did hurt it more than any weapon ever could. 

How the fandom is divided in real life
  • Guy: Oh, I love Lance! I'm totally Klance trash.
  • Me: I love Shiro. He's amazing. I'm Sheith trash.
  • Guy: * goes silent *
  • Me: * sighs and leaves *

Do you ever think about how during mid S2, Isak had just ran away from home and was just so lost and scared and ended up living in the kollektiv’s basement. He was so scared of going back home, and I can’t imagine how he was feeling. Because he moved out from home when he wasn’t even 17. He was 16 years old. And then during the summer he officially moved in there and took Noora’s old room.

And in another place, same universe and same time, there was Even who just had his whole life turned upside down. With everything that happened in Bakka and feeling like he lost his friends, and just feeling so ashamed. He felt like everything and everyone turned against him. That he was destined to be alone. He just didn’t see the point of it anymore.

But can you believe that the universe told them to just wait? “I know that you’re feeling alone, but you just wait” “just hold on for a little bit longer” “there’s something good coming your way, trust me”

The universe told them to just wait, because a few months later they’d both find themselves at Nissen and their eyes would meet and they’d just know.

And it was like: “then my soul saw you and it kind of went ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.’”
Reggie Mantle x Reader: Flower Power

Request:

A Reggie x Reader where the reader starts giving Reggie a flower each day and he’ll wear it in his hair and lots of fluff please?

 

A/N: This one was so cute to write, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also sorry for being a bit slow on uploading requests my cat likes to bother me while I write. Tomorrow I’m going to be busy, so don’t expect much tomorrow sorry. Also the reader will be a Lodge in this imagine and is moving in to Riverdale with her family after what her dad did.

Words: 1207

Summary: Reader is new to Riverdale and she hears all these rumors about Reggie Mantle from her sisters (Veronica) friend Betty, but she believes in goodness in everyone even Reggie.

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: Reggie and Reader cuteness overload.

Moving was hard, moving away from all your friends and everything you’ve even known and starting from scratch was harder. Your mother Hermione always talked fondly about her time at Riverdale. She and your father grew up there and since your mother had some property there, you were now moving from the radiant awake city that was New York.

What made it easier was your sister Veronica, she was the more stylish one, and you were only a few months apart. She was your partner in crime, you don’t think you could survive without her.

You moved into Riverdale in the middle of the downpour. The chaos of a murderer on the loose and the beloved quarterback Jason Blossom life came to sad end.

Veronica made friends with a sweet girl named Betty in the summer and Betty introduced you to her friends. Kevin had no filter which you loved, Archie was complicated (but he was good at music and hoped to join the football team when school started a bit of a cliché). Jughead Jones the Third he claimed, was a bit of a mystery, but a great writer.

One day you were all hanging out in the park, when you saw him alone with his dog.

“Who’s that?” you interrupted the conversation and pointed at the tall figure with luscious black hair.

“That’s Reggie Mantle” Kevin answered.

“Reggie” you cheered and Veronica gave you a smirk.

“He’s kind of a player (Y/N)” Betty chimed in.

“So is Veronica, that doesn’t mean I can hate and judge my sister” you chuckled as she gave you a nudge in the shoulder as the group laughed.

“He’s also a bully” Jughead spoke while typing away on his laptop.

“Sorry that he bullies you, but bullies do have a reason for bullying even if it’s not the best argument, they have a reason” you reasoned.

“Why’d you think he bullies me?” Jughead retorted as he lifted his eyebrow.

“Oh, just a hunch” you replied with a smile on your face “I’ll be back” you shared with them as you stood up from the bench and walked towards Reggie, not wanting to be empty handed you picked up a daisy from the grass.

“Cute dog, does it have a name?” you gestured at Reggie.

“Vader” he answered as you reached your hand out to give him the daisy as he gave you a puzzled look.

“I come in peace” you reassured as you placed the small flower on his right ear.

“My name is (Y/N)” you pointed out as Vader was running after his tail.

“Reggie, you new around here?” he questioned as he fixed the daisy in his ear.

“That obvious, or is it the fact that in small towns everybody knows everybody” you chuckled.

“Well that, and you’re talking to me” he implied with a small smile.

“Well, I don’t know you and if I listened to what everyone had to say I could miss out on some great things” you claimed with a smile on your face and he chuckled.

You and Reggie actually became great friends. He confided in you on things he’d never say to anyone, you would even go jogging together every morning and you made sure to always have a flower for him, and he always sweetly placed it in his ear. He also promised to leave Jughead alone.

Tomorrow was going to be your first day at Riverdale High. Your mother, Veronica and you occupied the dinner table as Smithers brought you your food.

“So mija” your mother spoke “I heard you have been hanging out with Reggie Mantle a lot” your mother directed at you.

“Yeah, I have, he’s a really great guy” you claimed.

“Rumor has it-” your mother was cut off by you.

“Rumor has it what?! Mom, I cannot stand it when people label people before getting to know them. We are who are, not what people say we are. I am not a corrupt money taker like people claim because of my father’s mistake. Reggie is who he is, he shows a different side to the world and it is a privilege to know the real Reggie. Besides he just lost a friend to a murderer on the loose in your beloved Riverdale mom. I don’t want to hear any more of this.” You ranted and dropped your fork, now at a loss in your appetite because of your mother.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I- I was out of line, and you are so correct” your mother concluded and Ronnie took your hand in hers.

The school day was about to start and Betty was assigned to show you and Veronica around. Betty pointed you to your first class as you scanned the hallways for Reggie to give him his flower of the day.

“Do you really think he’ll take your flower in front of the whole school and his neanderthals?” Ronnie questioned you as Betty gave you a small smile.

“If he doesn’t, then you were all right. I wasted my time getting to know a great guy who was too scared to show his true self to the world, and I’ll never speak to him again.” You proclaimed.

You left Betty and Veronica and made your way to Reggie who was at his locker with his posse.

“Hey Reg” you spoke up a bit nervous because you were really hoping he wouldn’t turn you down because you enjoyed hanging out with him.

“Hey (Y/N)” Reggie turned away from his posse.

“Hmm, you’re wearing a cap” you gave him a sad smile.

“That’s okay” he answered with a chuckle as he placed the flower on the hole of his snapback.

You couldn’t help but place a huge smile on your face as he showed of his flower of the day for all the school to see.

Later you were home alone your mom was working at Pops and Veronica was trying out for the River Vixens with Betty, since Smithers had just stepped and you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring.

A bit scared since you were binge watching Criminal Minds and there was a murderer on the lose you grabbed a bat and opened the door.

“Whoa! (Y/N) you can but the bat down it’s just me” Reggie removed the bat from your hands and dropped it as you let him in.

“What you got there?” you cheered at the bouquet of flowers Reggie had in his hands.

“Um” Reggie scratched his head as he still had his flower of the day on his forehead clinging from the snapback “I- I was hoping you would accompany me to the homecoming dance this Friday” he confessed as you took the bouquet.

“Oh my god” you gasped at the bouquet.

“Yeah um it has every single flower you have given me” he concluded as you pulled him into a hug.

As soon as he let go you planted a kiss on his soft lips and mentally thanked the universe for letting him into your life no matter what anyone said.

“So that’s a yes” Reggie cheered as you both let go.

“For you, a thousand times over (This is a quote from The Kite Runner)” you smiled.


Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

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So I decided to watch this scene again.

Look at Sam’s face. Yes, he is sad. He just lost his best friend. But he looks up. And he sees Lucifer.
And he is terrified.
Nothing worked. Everythinf they tried, it failed. And now Lucifer is coming right at them, and Sam is terrified. Because Lucifer’s plan succeeded.

Now look at Dean.
He isn’t terrified.
He’s in shock, because he has not seen his best friend die.
He has seen the grace flicker inside the appearance Cas chose when he first approached him.
He has seen, no, felt how the profound bond faded.
The man who always stood too close to him, who made mistake after mistake believing he was doing the right thing,
The man who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition and the man who always came when he called.

He has seen his very own angel die, and just now Dean realizes that he hasn’t seen his best friend die -
He has seen the man he was in love with die, and he never got the chance to tell Cas that, by god, he loved him, too.

Old OTP than never really faded - should I say JeanMarco ? 

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“War is terrible. Anyone who tells you different is a liar, and anyone who has not been scared during a war is doolally-taps.” — Jon Pertwee

Trans Lance Headcannon/Prompt*

*this is either going to be a multipart headcannon or a headcannon that I turn into a fanfic later*
-Lance and Keith went to the same high school before attending the garrison
-Lance and Keith were friends in high school before going to the garrison
-the reason Keith doesn’t remember Lance is because high school Lance hadn’t transitioned yet
-Lance doesn’t transition until a few weeks before going to the garrison
-Keith is so rude to Lance because he reminds him so much of a friend he had in high school named Lacey
-When Lacey suddenly disappeared Keith had assumed she had committed suicide since he knew Lacey was depressed
-Lacey’s depression was caused by dysphoria and he is now much happier as Lance
-Lance still gets dysphoria and he hides it by being obnoxiously loud and cracking jokes
-flash forward to being in space: Keith accidentally calls Lance Lacey because they just look so similar, he couldn’t help it (plus he really misses his friend)
-Lance breaks down into tears thinking that Keith has somehow found out and his calling him his dead name on purpose
-Keith freaks out because he’s never seen Lance cry like that and why does it hurt him so much to see Lance like that?
-Keith attempts to comfort Lance
-Keith apologizes and tries to explain that Lance looks so much like a friend he lost in high school
-Lance comes out to Keith and explains that he is Lacey
-Keith ends up crying because he missed his friend so much.
-Lance tells Keith that he understands if their friendship is ruined
-Keith tells Lance to stop being such and idiot because they still friends no matter what
- they both end up hugging while crying happy tears
(Sorry if that sucked, it’s my second headcannon ever so please don’t kill me)

(To check out more of my Trans Lance Works you can click on this link: https://pan-space-ranger.tumblr.com/post/160633723018/trans-lance-master-list )
Snape's story isn't tragic because of his unrequited love for Lily

It’s tragic because he lost the only friend he ever knew.

It’s tragic because he died with everyone believing he was a traitor who murdered Dumbledore in cold blood.

It’s tragic because he was a victim of neglect and bullying which had a huge impact on his view of the world.

It’s tragic because he was never able to properly cope with his traumatic experiences.

It’s tragic because if Snape had been raised in a positive environment, he most likely wouldn’t have made so many mistakes and might’ve even been happy.

pandasubaru  asked:

AU Ideas: 4 (with Artist Steve?? that'd be amazing) or 13 or 15

  • 15: My friend made me a grindr/tinder profile without me knowing and you liked my profile and then sent me a message which just said ‘Bees?’ and I’m a little confused but intrigued.

— —

Steve’s phone buzzes.

“If this is another Grindr notification, I swear to God—“ Steve starts.

“That you’ll answer it and go get laid?” Sam says. Natasha snickers.

“That I’ll kick your ass,” Steve says.

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Will you?” he asks.

“Yes, I will!” Steve says.

“He’s very scrappy,” Natasha says. “He once managed to scratch me.”

“Check your messages,” Sam says.

Steve sighs, rolls his eyes, and pulls out his phone. He reads the notification from wintersoldat3255. It says, Bees? and nothing else.

He holds the phone up to Sam. “See?” he says. “See the weirdos who message me because you made this profile?”

Sam takes the phone from Steve, reads the message, and snorts. “Okay, well, maybe they’re not all winners. Let’s see what he…” he trails off, eyes going wide. “Shit, those are some pectorals.”

“Oh, pass it here,” Natasha says, taking the phone. Even Natasha — who is rarely impressed — raises her eyebrows. “Maybe you should see what this guy has to say,” she says, passing the phone back to Steve after a long moment.

“I’ve seen what he has to say, and what he has to say is ‘bees’, apparently.”

“It was a question,” Sam says. “You should change your intonation.”

Steve exhales. “Bees?” he asks, exaggerating the raised end of the question. “That better?”

“Very,” Sam says. “Now let’s look at your other prospects.”

Steve gets up to get another round of drinks.

— —

He doesn’t know why he goes back to Grindr that night, after he’s back home and has had a few drinks. It’s not that he wants to get laid — honestly, he doesn’t want to get out of bed — but he’s sort of curious about who saw his photos and thought ‘yeah, I’d hit that’.

He scrolls through a few generic messages, then sees the one from wintersoldat3255.

Bees?

What the fuck.

So he types out, what the fuck? and sends it back to the guy.

He doesn’t expect an answer — the guy messaged him hours ago — but it only takes a minute or so before he gets a response:

You say save the bees in your profile, which is noble and everything, but I know for a FACT that you’re allergic to bees.

First of all, Steve is a little heartened knowing that Sam knows him well enough to include the fact that the bees need to be put on the endangered species list and should be protected on his dating profile. But then he realizes that this guy… somehow knows that Steve is allergic to bees, which is creepy as hell.

No I’m not, Steve lies, calling the guy’s bluff.

No, you are. I’m the one who shoved an Epipen in your thigh after you got stung during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party and his mom was too freaked out to do anything about it.

Steve stares at the message, then shakes his head. It can’t be right! The person who stuck the Epipen in his thigh during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party was Bucky Barnes, and this guy can’t be Bucky Barnes.

Can he?

Steve quickly clicks over to his profile. He scrolls through the pictures, but there aren’t any of his face, just abs and pecs, which makes Steve roll his eyes a little. When he goes back to his messages he has another from wintersoldat3255:

Yeah Steve, it’s me.

Steve’s eyes go wide.

Bucky? he asks.

Long time no see.

Can’t actually see your face, so I don’t really know it’s you.

A photo appears. It’s of Bucky Barnes, mugging for the camera with a toothy grin.

You wanna catch up? Bucky writes.

Sure. Where are you? Steve asks, heart beating fast.

It’s Grindr. The whole point is that you can see.

Steve rolls his eyes, they make plans to meet-up at a local 24-hour diner in a half hour, and Steve saves the photo that Bucky sent him, just in case.

— —

Bucky is already sitting in a booth when Steve walks in. He perks up, grins, and waves. “Steve!” he calls.

Steve straightens up a little, takes a breath. He shouldn’t be so nervous; it’s not like there’s anything riding on this. He’s just seeing his childhood best friend for the first time in over ten years. No big deal.

Doesn’t help that Bucky was Steve’s first crush, but no big deal, either.

He walks over, and Bucky’s just grinning at him, like he’s the best thing he’s seen in years. “Hey Buck,” Steve says.

“Steve,” Bucky says, kind of breathy. “Wow, you look fantastic.”

Steve shrugs. “I look like me,” he says. “Don’t have abs like you do, apparently.”

Bucky laughs, ducks his head. “I’ll be honest — my friends made that profile for me. I thought Peter was taking pictures for his art class of me at the gym.”

“Why didn’t he include his face?” Steve asks. “It’s not like your face is a bad one.”

Bucky laughs. “Thanks for that, I think.” He pauses, starts playing with the edge of the plastic menu on the table in front of him. “And it’s because I’m out but I’m not out out.”

“Okay?” Steve says, a little confused.

“Anyhow, what have you been up to? How’s life? Do you still like pancakes? Because this place has the best pancakes.”

— —

It’s weird how easy it is, reconnecting with Bucky. Steve never spent much effort trying to find him after they lost touch. He just assumed that Bucky thought he was too cool for him when they got to high school, and it was almost a relief when he moved away during the summer before their junior year, just so Steve wouldn’t have to be reminded of the best friend he lost.

He wants to ask Bucky about it, but he doesn’t have to. Bucky just opens up during their second round of milkshakes.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?” Steve asks.

“For when I stopped talking to you during high school. I know that it must’ve made you feel like shit.”

Steve fidgets. He doesn’t want to answer that.

“You know my parents were in a bad place.”

“They got divorced, right?” he asks.

Bucky nods. “But the last two years were… really bad.” He pauses, clears his throat. “I wasn’t hanging out with a great crowd. And I think I justified not talking to you because I didn’t want you to get involved with that crowd. But I more just think that I didn’t want you talking me out of the bad shit I was doing.”

Steve remembers the way that Bucky walked down the halls with his friends, rolling his eyes at Steve when he tried to talk to him. Of course, Steve tried to talk to him, tried having a showdown of some kind, but Bucky would just… walk away. He never bothered listening.

It hurt.

“And then my parents got divorced and my mom and I moved in with my Uncle Pierce, and…” He trails off.

“That’s the uncle who I met that one time, right? Who said I should be sent to a pray away the gay camp?”

“We had no money,” Bucky says.

“How was it?”

“I joined the Army as soon as I could,” Bucky says with a weak smile.

“Shit,” Steve says.

He shrugs. “I’m out now, and I’m doing pretty well for myself. Got my issues, but everyone else does.” Steve nods. “And besides, I’m free to do whatever I want now, so.”

“So you’re spending your time on Grindr?” Steve asks.

“You are, too!” Bucky says.

“My friends made me a profile!”

“No, Steve, you can’t take that excuse. I already used it.” He’s laughing, and Steve kicks him underneath the table.

“It’s true!”

“Yeah, yeah, Steve Rogers.” He stops laughing, just smiles. “Steve Rogers,” he repeats, quieter.

“That’s my name,” he says. The ‘don’t wear it out’ is implied.

He glances down at his shake, and stirs it with his straw. “I wanted to find you again for a while,” he admits, still looking down. “I debated about sending you a message for about an hour before I did.”

“I’m glad you did,” Steve says. “I’ve wondered a lot about what happened to you.”

“Do you think…” Bucky starts, looking up. He clears his throat. “Do you think that we could meet again sometime? I just… I feel like this is a second chance, and I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“I’d like to see you again,” Steve says, stomach tingling, and not from the milkshake.

“Cool,” Bucky says, and Steve feels his foot shift against his. He doesn’t move it away.

Steve doesn’t mind, just presses his own foot closer to Bucky’s, and looks forward to their future together.

Listen, Kraglin deserves the world okay?
At the end of GOTG vol. 2 when he was watching Yondu’s ravager funeral, it just broke my heart.
He lost all his friends, his teammates and his Captain (*cough boyfriend*).
The scene where he says, “They killed all my friends.” I wanted someone to punch me, because thAT WOULD HAVE FELT BETTER.
He just deserves the world and more and I hope he’s okay :(