breaking the cycle: gotg2 and the theme of toxic masculinity
It’s taken me, oh, about a month to organize my thoughts on
this and they’re still a mess, but I have all these snippets in my head about how GOTG2
deconstructs toxic masculinity, and hey! you’re gonna get them now
masculinity is basically the concept that socializing men and boys to
be a certain ‘masculine’ way, and criticizing them or ridiculing them
when they fail to live up to these (often impossible or even abusive)
standards, is ultimately harmful to everyone, men and women alike. Ever
wonder why you flinch at dudes yelling “man up!” to their crying young
sons instead of comforting them? Yeah, that’s why.
regarding GOTG: a lot of this stuff revolves around Yondu and the Yondu-Peter relationship, but also (I totally love this) a large portion of it also revolves around a white, straight,
able-bodied man who is quite literally called ‘Ego’. spoilers follow,
“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.
“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”
“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”
“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”
“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.
Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”
“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.
“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”
Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”
It pisses me off so much how in the books Parvati and Lavender are just pidgeon-holed as ‘fashion obsessed hair heads’ for most of the books?
I mean, they might not be, but that was the impression pre-teen!me got from reading the books?
And now I’m all … okay, okay Hermione is awesome and we all know it.
But that doesn’t mean Lavender and Parvati are stupid just because they are geared differently from Hermione.
Fashion is hella hard and it requires a lot of memorization and attention to detail? And honestly Lavender and Parvati seem to be pretty nice people, in the little glimpses we get of them?
And all I want is Harry, following the Weasley without getting noticed (because he is used to sneaking around without disturbing people or attracting their attention, owing to the Dursley for that) and getting through the barrier and on the train.
And Lavender’s father helping him out with his baggage, jokingly asking him to keep an eye on his little girl? You seem like a good lad, my Lavender is the most beautiful girl, I need a strong gentleman to keep an eye out until she gets to Hogwarts and she starts to learn magic, so are you up to it?
Which is, of course, not true. Lavender has been going to self-defense lessons for years.
But the man noticed that this was a little kid with no parents around, looking all alone.
He thought 'hey, maybe I can stick him with my kid and they’ll make friends’
(btw, as Lavender is not, as far as I know, confirmed as pureblood in canon, I am going with half-blood or muggleborn for her, I’m thinking muggleborn for this specific AU?)
And Lavender is all “Daddy!” and apologizing to Harry for her dorky dad the moment he is out of the door.
And very nicely avoiding to comment on his clothes because she knows how it feels to be conscious of how your clothes look on you and it’s clear to her eyes that the way Harry is dressed he is probably from some orphanage or something because those are huge hand me downs.
(Because fuck you 90s, being fashion conscious doesn’t mean you are an elitist bitch).
And her parents are looking at her from the Platform and instead of asking about Harry’s life, not wanting to put him on the spot, Lavender waves to them and starts talking to Harry all “Those are my parents, they are so fascinated with the idea of magic and what I will learn at Hogwarts, I can’t wait to write to them all about the castle. My dad works in an office as an accountant and my mother has a column in –” Insert popular teen magazine for 90s UK.
And Harry is a bit overwhelmed but Lavender isn’t staring at him, she is not forcing him to talk and she looks nice.
So he kind of starts to tell her about the Dursely y'know, not like he did with Ron about how terrible they are, but about Vernon working for Grunnings (Lavender giggles and says 'Oh I am so sorry but it just sounds like a really silly name? Grunnings.’ and she tries to stretch the word a bit and Harry laughs a little and says yes, because it does sound silly the way she’s saying it, he just had never thought about it. 'I think it’s Swedish or something’ he offers and Lavenders nods sagely because yes, that makes sense) and how Petunia lives at home and reads all sort of gossipy papers, but not teen ones so sorry, he has never seen Lavender’s mom’s column.
And then the door to their compartment open and Parvati and Padma’s mother (I don’t know if they are pureblood but I’m headcanoning them as pureblood for this one) politely asks if there’s space for two more girls and when Lavender and Harry, after looking at each other, agree, Madam Patil levitates their trunks in (much to the amazement of Harry and Lavender) and settles them above and then guides her daughters in.
She introduces them, putting her hands on her shoulders, cautions her girls to not get wand-happy and wishes everyone a happy Hogwarts year and then leaves them there, going back to the Platform to join her husband and tell him how she left their daughters in the presence of Harry Potter.
“He looked dreadful. Hard up at the very least. I think you should look into his family situation. His clothes, at the very least, were terrible.” She murmurs, softly. “I am sure our girls will adopt him before the ride is over, so you should look forward to hearing about him in their letters.”
Her husband, who knows all about his beloved’s wife tendency to take people under her wing and adopt dangerous animals and fell in love with her for it (as well as for other qualities she has) because he’s very much the same, smiles fondly at her for the last bit and nods seriously at the first one.
It doesn’t matter who the boy is. Well it does, because Harry Potter of course, but it also doesn’t matter because no child should be mistreated.
Also it’s kind of strange that Harry Potter would look hard up, considering it’s common knowledge his parents left him handsomely provided for, full tuition to Hogwarts already paid.
Lavender gushes about how beautiful the Patil twins are, which immediately conquers Parvati, who gushes right back at Lavender’s sparkly accessories.
(Look, I might be wrong because this was the UK and not Italy, and if I am please let me know, but I was a child in the 90s, I bought italian teen magazines, sparkly shit taped to the cover under a plastic sleeve was the shit with fashionable people.)
Of course the moment Harry introduces himself, the Parvati twins try really hard not to goggle, though they do look at his scar, and then Parvati starts asking a storm of questions about where he grew up, whether the Harry Potter adventure books right about all he did since he was a child, if not that what did he do since beating You-Know-Who.
Harry 'Do you mean Voldemort?’ is greeted by soft gasps, right until Lavender asks 'Who?’ and then Parvati starts telling her all about the horrible Voldemort and how Harry and his parents saved them all from that monster.
Padma’s brain on the other hand is whirring and she is the one who reassures Harry that he will do just as fine as everybody else, when he says that.
Lavender and Parvati interrupt their convo because Lavender needs to assure to Harry that she’s muggleborn too, so they will have to learn together and he will be just on par with her, while Parvati explains that magical kids do get a leg up because some of them are allowed to practice at home but that really, she will make sure Harry is up to date with everything that is 'stupefy’ about the magical world.
At which point, Lavender asks what 'stupefy’ means and Padma explains that it’s the stunning spell, so don’t say it while pointing your wand at anyone and Parvati adds that it means, well, the most stunning things around.
(What? Wizarding children should have their own slang).
So by the point Hermione and Neville come by, the group as already made the first basic ties and while Neville is greeted and introduced by Padma and Parvati to the rest of the group, Hermione goes on fine right until she hears Harry’s name.
Padma and Parvati thinks it’s … whatever wizarding equivalent is there of gauche, that Hermione would throw that torrent of words at Harry and just … presume to know about him.
Lavender is just hella protective of her new friend.
Tightly knit protective of Harry formation is achieved in 0.2 seconds.
Neville, who has been around other pureblood children but has been condescended upon by most of them (not Padma and Parvati, given that Parvati will stick up for him later on, but still, it was a general tendency towards a potential squib) has found in Hermione one person who has been nice to him to the point of going out of her way to help him look for his embarrassing toad, so he gets protective of Hermione right back.
So basically, Parvati tells Hermione that she should not barrage people with informations like that, Neville replies timidly that Hermione didn’t mean anything bad, she just like quoting sources, Lavender tells Harry that he doesn’t have to worry, they’ll look up all that stuff when they get to Hogwarts, Hermione gets huffy because of course she didn’t mean anything bad, she just thought Harry would know about that stuff, Padma asks why Hermione would think that when Harry has been raised in the muggle world, Neville goggles at the news that Harry was raised in the muggle world.
It’s a mess.
And then Draco Malfoy arrives, because he’s been making the rounds of the train to look for Harry Potter (saying hi to family allies on the way).
I am not sure who says what to whom for most of the ‘chat’ but what I am sure of is that by the end of it, Neville and Hermione are going to be best friends forever and an united front against snobby purebloods, Padma has icily informed 'Mister Malfoy’ that she will be writing to her father about how low the raising standards of the Malfoy have fallen to produce Draco as a result, in response to a snipe Draco made about telling his father about the Patil twins and the rabble they are sticking with, Parvati has informed Crabbe and Goyle that she had not thought they were better than this but they definitely need to find themselves friends who don’t just treat them like dumb muscle and Lavender has vowed to herself that it doesn’t matter to her how cute Draco Malfoy is or how attractive his silver hair are she will spell his hair and robes to look like something an 80s hairband groupie would wear, just as soon as she learns the necessary spells.
To make it simple, battle lines have been drawn, metaphorical blood has been spilled on all sides and the Harry-Lavender-Parvati-Padma friendship has been set in stone.
Ron, if you are curious about him, found a compartment that had Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas in it and spent a really amazing first ride to Hogwarts.
They both made sure Dean knew how Gryffindor was the best house there ever is and then they explained Quidditch to him and became fascinated when Dean explained football (to americans: soccer) to them, especially once Dean started sketching out schemes and stuff.
There are too many players, but it looks like exactly the kind of team effort chasers have to put together only spread through eleven people and that’s just wow.
Summary; If it’s just a game, then I like the way that we play.
Warnings; NSFW. Body painting leading to smut. Smut for smut’s sake. Here be no plot. Latex free.
A/N; Found this little gem saved in my
documents from months ago because I forgot about it. Heathens!Tyler is a work in progress. Thinking next week.
You know what to do fam. Leave me some noise and kisses.
Summary: A nonathletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery. Will the two make a love connection? For @devereauxsdisease and @victorineb who love this incarnation of Jack as much as I do.
They’d chatted at the bakery enough times that Bitty was able to pull the information from Jack. He’d started coming to the bakery about four weeks ago, and during that time Bitty became more and more charmed with the second year grad student.
He always sat in the corner armchair, ordered a black coffee, two macarons and a slice of whatever the pie of the day was. Bitty first noticed him when he came in to order a slice of Weary Willie cake.
Bitty loved his job at the bakery, it gave him some extra cash while he attended Samwell. Whenever Bitty was there, he was the de facto person in charge. Shirley and Spencer, the owners of Bread and Butter adored Bitty.
“We never had any kids of our own, so you’re the closest thing to it, Bitty,” Shirley said to him one evening over a cup of earl grey tea.
So Bitty stood there, face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen the first time Jack walked in. The Clark Kent glasses in front of them did nothing to hide the fact that they were beautiful. It was a good face, a handsome face. He was burly and tall, and Bitty loved that. He smiled, and Bitty’s body language invited Blue Eyes to speak.
“Can I get a slice of the Weary Willie cake?”
“Sure can, handsome,” Bitty said as he began to ring up Blue Eyes’ order, who blushed furiously. “What else can I do you for?”
“Coffee. Black. Medium, please,” he replied looking down at the counter.
“Why don’t you go find yourself a seat and I’ll bring it out to you,” Bitty said with a warm smile.
“Thank you,” Blue Eyes said softly and then turned to walk toward the corner armchair.
When Bitty approached, Blue Eyes had pulled out a laptop and several textbooks, the one on top of the pile was called Foundations of Modern European Intellectual History.
“Doing a little light reading, huh?” Bitty said as he put the cake and coffee on the side table.
“Oh, haha. Yes.”
“Do you go to Samwell?”
“I’m finishing up my masters in history there,” he said as he held up his book.
“That’s great. I haven’t seen you here before,” Bitty said wanting to know more about History Blue Eyes.
“I saw the chalkboard outside listing the Weary Willie cake and the history nerd in me became curious.”
“Look at you! You certainly are a history major.”
“Did you make the cake?” Jack asked raising his eyebrows.
“Sure did. My moomaw had the recipe from her mama.”
“Well, it’s not often I find a somewhat obscure historical reference on my way back to the history building.”
Hello!! <3 Love your headcanons!! So could you do for rfa reacting MC drunk and not recognizing them? Like him trying to kiss her as always, but she walks away saying that she has a boyfriend and loves him? Lol Something like that..?? I think it would be cute and funny. haha >w< (Sorry for my bad english)
Your english isn’t bad, love. (who am I to judge, anyways?)
Here it is! Hope you enjoy it! ^^
RFA with a drunk MC who can’t recognize them
told him you were gonna be at this club and he should join you after work
crowded! It would take so long to find you… oh, not really, there you are! You
look so sexy dancing like no one is watching
the thing is a lot of people, guys mostly, are watching. OH HELL NO!
babe! I missed you!” he comes behind you holding your waist gently, and feels
legitimately hurt when you pull away and nod negatively.
nah ni nah no, buddy! Not happening!”
and you just… walk away! Why? IS he that late? He goes after you,
noticing how much you’re bumping into other people…
I’m sorry, I…” “I won’t say it twice, dude! I’m taken and you’ll back away if
you know what’s good for you!” what? You’re not recognizing him? Maybe it’s the
lights or the loud music?
no, it’s not! He watches as you go the bar and look around squinting your eyes
and frowning your nose, it’s so cuuuuttte! Also, it’s a very familiar sign that
you’re very drunk, he knows that by now.
no… not you again!” “Hey, calm down! I’m… I won’t make any move, I’m just
worried about you! Are you ok?” “I’m g-reat! Just waiting for MY REALLY STRONG,
HOT AND FAMOUS BOYFRIEND THAT I LOOOVVVEE!” oh god… is it bad he thinks this is
tell me more about him, then.” He manages to get close enough so nobody will
try to approach you. “I’ll show you!” you pick your phone and scroll through
all the pictures you’ve taken together.
is him during one of his musicals! This is him on his bike! This is him on
piggy tails I did when he was sleeping! Isn’t he adorable?” he gags a little
“Oh… I think… I think this wouldn’t be good for my… for HIS image, don’t you
think?” “Nhaaa, this is just for fun! I won’t even show him! I care a lot about
his image too, since I’mma be his manager one day, just you wait! “Oh,is that
convinces you to text your boyfriend, so he could answer he would be waiting
you outside so you could take a cab. He doesn’t even mind your text makes no
I missed you so much, you… should be proud of me! I acted all scary and made this
guy back away! Are you proud, Zenny? Are you proud?” you shake him as you hug
him when you go to him outside. “You have no idea how much, my princess.” He
hugs you back
hopes your hangover is not that bad tomorrow, as he really has some business
matters to go over with you…
he’s the college student, you’re the one having the time of your life at this
wasn’t that comfortable at first, but seeing you having so much fun made him
loose it up a little
wondering if the guys feel jealous when they see this goddess moving her hips
so seductively and stopping all of a sudden to give him a little peck on the
lips and a ‘boop’ to his nose…
it’s been a while you’re not doing this anymore, you’re not even looking at
him… you’re looking all around the place, except for him.
he goes to you and touches your shoulder: “Are you okay, honey?” you look at
him from head to toes and… turn your back on him. What?
Did I do something wrong?” “Yeah, dude, you’re making a move on a girl who have
a boyfriend!” “Well, yes… I’m the boyfriend!”
you wish, but sorry… it ain’t happening!” You scoff. He’s so shocked! Are you
breaking up with him like this?
wait! He’d seen your eyes like this
before, you’re… drunk! Very drunk! Yes, your half-lidded tipsy eyes… and you still manage to be beautiful…
so uhm… are you Yoosung Kim’s girlfriend, by any chance?” “Yeah, why do you
ask?” “Nothing, I recognized you from all the photos of you he shows, it’s…
it’s nice to meet you in person! He talks a lot about you!” he tries to be
friendly so you don’t run away.
he showed photos of me? So embarrassiIIiiIng! I’ll tell him to stahp when I see
him!” “Oh… Please don’t get mad! It’s just… just… he thinks you’re the most
beautiful lady in the world, he… really really loves you… at least that’s what
I heard from him.”
I can’t be mad at him!” you sigh dramatically. “He’s sOoOOOOOo amazing! And
cool… and his hair is so badass, and we’re here just because I dragged him… and
those cheeks nnnnnng” What about his cheeks? “I’ve gotta find my man!”
I… s-saw him outside, next to the door, y-yes! Over there!” he needs to run
before you get there, but he’s so flustered… well, that can wait!
I’ve been looking all around for you!” you jump on him, wrapping your arms
around his neck. “I’m sooooo sorry for dragging you here, next time we’ll stay
at home and play LOLOL, pinky promise!” you tangle your pinky at his,
seriously… how can you be so adorable? “Nah, I’m… I’m really having fun, MC!”
two go home by foot and you keep snuggling at his arm the whole way. “Hey, MC?”
“Hmmm?” “Do you… do you like my cheeks?” “Yep, especially on those jeans.”
It takes a while for him to get it, but when
he does… he’s dead! Why would you talk about his butt to a stranger? I mean… it
was him, but you didn’t know, yet it was him… should he get mad? Or
embarrassed? Or…? Or…? ERROR
meets you at the bar you two usually go together.
isn’t that crowded but it is a little noisy, she’ll have to talk loud to get
MC!” she greets. You look around frightened and look back to your drink… weird!
she gets closer and touches your arm softly. “How… how do you know my name?” What?
She looks at you, puzzled. “Anyway, I’m waiting for my girlfriend, don’t waste
your time, lady!”
MC, I’m…” “Stop stalking me, seriously, my girlfriend warned me about your
type!” she’s still confused, but your face looks so funny, you are trying to
look mad, but you can’t frown your eyebrows without blinking… so cute!
by that she gets what’s going on, that
and the three martini glasses next to you…
sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just curious… where did you buy that
dress?” “My girlfriend got me, it’s her favorite color in the whole wide
worrlllld!” “I see…” she wants to laugh so much.
she must have a good taste!” “Yep, she used to walk around only on a dull suit
because of her asshole former boss! He’s my friend, so I’m allowed to tell him
he’s an asshole… actually, I… I should tell him right now!” you pick your
I don’t think that’s a good idea, miss…” “Shhh, he needs to know he can’t be an
asshole to my cookie! She’s a-ma-ZING!!!
That potato needs to know that!” Cookie? Potato? You’re killing her with your
drunk cuteness, but she can’t let you do something stupid!
“I… I’m sure your girlfriend already knows how
amazing you think she is, you don’t really need to… tell other people!” “Ugh,
that’s right! Why she doesn’t let everybody know how great she is? I shoudn’t
be the only one to see it, y’ know? I’m… I’m a potato just like Jumin Han… I
already told him that twice this week!” Forget that you’ve been drinking twice
this week and calling Jumin to cuss him, what matters now is… YOU’RE POUTING!
Oh my god, so adorable…
can’t keep up with this anymore, she needs you to recognize her right now! So
she walks away and calls you, telling she’s waiting for you outside to come
Baehee is here!” you run to her and give her a sweet peck on the lips, she
grabs your hand and leads you to the cab.
MC, have you been talking to Jumin lately?” “Wh-Who? Me? Noooo, noe, maam’!” you are a
terrible liar when you’re sober, just imagine when you’re drunk. She’ll make
you apologize for being such a potato, but that can wait…
I amm at this gui haus, but he is coooooooooooolll, don’t worry!” he tries to
decode your text. Why are you texting him when you are under the same roof?
are you, MC?” “@ his bathroom, it’s bigr than my house” what kind of joke is
that? You were drinking wine with him a couple of minutes ago and excused
yourself to go to the bathroom…
@ this soap! So funny!” you send him a blurred picture, oh… so that’s how it
feels to get one of these! He gets it now!
goes to the bathroom and knocks at the door. “I’m not opening! My boyfriend
won’t like it!” and then his phone buzzes. “looks I been caught” and you send a
selfie, it’s not blurred and he can see the huge blush on your cheeks, oh…
you’re so drunk right now, aren’t you?
call him, he answers a little reluctantly. “Yes, kitten?” you giggle “Jumin,
this guy called me kitten too, but don’t worry! I told him to back off!”
could you possibly be talking about, MC?” “I don’t remember coming to this
party, so I won’t let the bathroom until you come to pick me up! You… you can
track me by… GP and S, right?” not even him believe he’s really laughing at
this. “Yes, I’ll come to you, my love, just wait!”
knocks at the door. “Are you okay… miss?” “Bro, I already told you! I have a
boyfriend and we gonna marry soon!” “Oh, I see… did he propose to you?” “Not
yet, but I found the ring on his closet!” uh oh… surprise ruined for both of
you. “But I’ll look very surprised, cause I know the proposal is going to be
suuuper special, like on a colorful hot air balloon or something like this…”
opens the bathroom door and almost falls due to the way you jump at him,
wrapping your legs around his waist. “I missed you so much! Is the party over?”
“Yes, it is. Shall we go home so you can rest, my angel? Tomorrow will be a
very busy day…” “Really? Why?” “Just wait and see.”
soon as you doze off, he calls Jaehee telling there will be a change of plans,
he needs to rent a hot air balloon asap!
my God, Saeran! Don’t you have any respect for your brother’s girlfriend?”you
got out for a couple of drinks with your friends and got back swearing the one
standing in front of you is your brother-in-law, not your boyfriend!
it’s me! Look at my glasses!” “No! You two are not pulling this prank on me
again! It didn’t work last time and it won’t work again now!” when you’re
sober, you can tell who is who very easily, even when they change their
outfits. But right now…
Saeran is sleeping right now!” “Well, MC thinks talking in the 3rd
person is ridiculous!” Oh lord…
shouldn’t he be recording this?
come with me, I’ll help you take a shower and put you to bed…” “Saeran! Would
you really do that with your brother? No… no… you’re so nice, and he’s so nice!
He doesn’t deserve this!” you look so shocked and disappointed, he’s feeling
bad for you as if this was true.
loves us both very much, Saeran. We can’t hurt him, NEVER! He deserves only
happiness from now on! Seriously, I… I was going to say yes to moving in
together, but I won’t do it if this is
how you’re gonna act around me!” wait! Are you serious?
so you actually considered it?” “Yes… but I can’t do this if you keep hitting
on me!” okay, joke’s over!
sorry, MC. Saeyoung told me if I acted like this, you would buy it, that idiot!
But it’s impossible to trick you! I’ll… I’ll call him back, okay?” you sigh in
relief, and it’s so cute!
goes to the hallway yelling to Saeyoung to come out, turns around and goes back to you with a big smile, you
smile back and open your arms, waiting for a hug. “Stop doing these silly
pranks, what if one day I really mistake you two?” you ask over his shoulder
I should start being more mature if you’re going to move in with us.” “I
haven’t said ‘yes’ yet, Saeyoung!”
you said yes during the shower you shared the next morning
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.
“I don’t think Bucky likes me,” Tony said quietly, watching
a crab skitter over his toes.
Steve frowned, looking up from braiding some kelp together.
“He likes you, he’s just… Ever since he was attacked by that sea monster, he’s
“We were basking and he almost drowned me, Steve,” Tony
sighed, then bent down, hand dipping into the water to scoop up a starfish. He
flipped it over to look at its mouth. “Not to mention all the times he decides
I’ve been hogging you and just… takes you.”
“He’s getting better about that! And he didn’t mean to almost drown you. He didn’t know
you couldn’t breathe underwater!” Steve insisted, and then scowled and smacked
the brunet’s hand when he started poking lightly at the starfish’s mouth. “Quit
it. You’re freaking it out.”
Tony obediently tossed the starfish back into the water,
curling his toes into the sand. “If you say so, Steve.”
Steve sighed. “He is
“I believe you,” Tony lied, shifting his feet so the
sucker-marks that curled around the back of his left leg weren’t as visible.
Steve noticed anyway, and his face twisted into something
“Well,” Tony mumbled, leaning his elbows on his knees as the
blond was yanked under the surface of the water. “At least the noise you make
every time doesn’t stop being funny.”
It took several minutes, but eventually, Steve resurfaced.
He lifted his hands to shove his wet hair out of his eyes and sighed loudly,
annoyed. “Sorry. Bucky, say you’re sorry.”
Bucky surfaced so just his eyes were above the water. He
glared at Tony suspiciously.
“Say you’re sorry,”
Steve repeated icily.
Bucky ducked back under the water before popping back out
just long enough to blurt out, “Sorry, I guess.” Then he disappeared under the
surface again, probably to sulk.
Steve made another annoyed sound and rolled his eyes, then
looked up at Tony earnestly. “Listen, okay, we’re friends. I’m not going to
stop being your friend just because Bucky gets jealous sometimes. Do you
Tony curled his toes in the sand again, nodding. “Yeah.”
“I’m a person and I
get to decide who I spend time with. And I wanna spend time with you.”
“Okay,” Tony agreed obediently. He stood. “Would you be
offended if I said I have to go now? I have to get ready for a business trip.”
“No,” Steve answered, swimming closer to him. He put his
hands on Tony’s shoulders, stretching up, and placed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“See you soon.”
“Yup,” Tony agreed. “Won’t be more than a week.”
“’kay.” Steve smiled at him before flopping backward into
the water, splashing him.
Tony squealed, skittering backward. “Steve!”
“Adorable,” Steve said, grinning at him, then yelped and ducked
under the water when Tony threatened to throw a rock at him.
“Jerk!” Tony yelled at the water, but he was smiling.
Steve’s smiling face poked out of the water. “See you in a
Bucky frowned. “Maybe his trip got extended. He said that
“Maybe,” Steve mumbled, laying his head on his arms.
Bucky sank in the water so just his eyes were visible,
staring balefully at the rocky little cove where Tony always met them—met
Steve, anyway. It was going on the third week.
Steve sat up suddenly, turning to scowl at him. “You really
hurt him last time, you know?”
“I’m sorry,” Bucky
muttered, more sincerely than he’d ever said it to Tony’s face. “I didn’t think
I had him that tight. I’ll apologize when he comes back.”
Steve wasn’t finished. “He thinks you don’t like him!”
Bucky grimaced. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Tony, he just… he just didn’t know
how to deal with humans. Especially when Tony had very blatantly stared at his
left arm—he was already self-conscious about how it looked, he didn’t need
someone judging him for it.
“I’ll apologize when he gets back. For real this time,” he
snapped, then ducked under the water petulantly so he couldn’t hear what Steve
said next. He curled his tentacles anxiously. He would apologize.
He wouldn’t apologize.
Bucky snarled as he crawled up the beach. Sand was getting
in his suckers. He hated dry sand. It was itchy and gross. He was chafing. He
hoped Steve appreciated what he was doing! And he hoped that Steve kicked
Tony’s ass when he dragged him back down to the beach! Who the hell says ‘I’ll
be back in a week’ and then just fucking leaves
for six months?!
Tony’s house was locked up tight, but there were lights on.
Bucky muttered to himself and squeezed one of his tentacles
through the keyhole, slapping around until the tip of it caught the deadbolt
and unlocked it. He fell through the door with a yelp and dull ‘splat’ as his
tentacles spread out to try and catch him but didn’t do it fast enough. “God
fucking damn it.” He paused when he saw what looked like an aquarium nearby,
emptied of fish and water. He sneered at it.
He’d barely crawled his way through the living room when he
heard footsteps. He stopped, curling down into the floor, tentacles shifting
and changing color to match the wood beneath him.
Tony came stumbling out of a hallway, wild-eyed. “Bucky?!”
Bucky would have asked how he knew it was him, but how many
people with tentacles did Tony know? “You said you’d be back in a week,” he
said accusingly. “Steve misses you.”
“I miss Steve,” Tony blurted out immediately, looking
confused. “But—you should be happy. Because I’m not hogging him anymore? You
don’t—you don’t like it when I spend time with Steve.”
…Maybe he would apologize anyway. But only for making Tony
think Bucky didn’t like him, not for accidentally hurting him!
“It’s not that I don’t like you spending time with Steve,”
Bucky told him icily, and did not expand that he was suspicious anytime Steve
spent time away from him. “And anyway that doesn’t matter. He’s been waiting at
the cove every week for six months to see you and what—you just couldn’t be
“I can’t,” Tony
said, and if Bucky hadn’t been so angry he might have noticed the way the
human’s eyes went round with fright.
“You can’t or you’re just tired of us? The novelty wore off
of actually knowing mers?” he spat, and waved around at the human’s big ugly
house. “What, are you looking for something new now? Something more
Tony took a step back, hurt. “It’s not—I want to come see Steve-!”
“Good,” Bucky snapped, reaching out a tentacle to wrap
around the brunet’s wrist. “If we leave now he’ll probably be there.”
Tony stumbled a few steps, clawing at the tentacle around
his wrist. “No-! Bucky, I can’t—Let me go!”
“Do you know what all you’ve even put Steve through?!” Bucky
asked, dragging him out the door and to the stairs carved into the rock leading
down to the beach.
“Let me go, Bucky,
I—” Tony shuddered as he heard the waves brushing up against the sand, tugging
more insistently. “I can’t, I can’t—BUCKY
Bucky yelped as Tony tore his wrist free, falling forward,
but he caught himself this time. He turned, frowning in confusion, and made a
concerned noise when he saw Tony curled up on the ground. He shuffled over to
him. Tony was trembling and making the same terrible noise that he’d made when
Bucky hadn’t known he couldn’t breathe underwater, like he was drowning. But he
couldn’t be drowning, they hadn’t even made it close to the water—
Tony gasped in a big breath, then went back to that terrible
Bucky began wrapping his tentacles around the man, trying to
uncurl him. “Tony, you need to breathe!”
“I can’t-!” Tony choked out, tears clinging to his lashes.
Bucky got the unsettling feeling that Tony wasn’t just
talking about being able to breathe.
“They… drowned him?” Steve asked, brows furrowed together in
confusion. “But you said he was still alive.”
Bucky held his hands out helplessly. He didn’t really
understand the explanation he’d been given. “They drowned him but they made him
breathe again afterward?”
“Yeah, well,” Bucky muttered, crossing his arms with a
scowl. “I guess they only had him for three months. He tried coming down after
he got home because he knew you’d be worried but as soon as he saw the water he…
like an anemone, when you scare them? Just—” He gripped his hands together into
a ball. “—Schlp. There he went. He
did that when I was trying to bring him down.”
Steve’s lips moved silently, copying the noise Bucky had
made. “I never would have described anemones like that but okay.”
“You know what I meant,” Bucky snapped.
“Okay, but, how am I supposed to see him if he won’t come
down?” Steve asked, frowning, and crossed his arms. “I’m glad he’s okay. …Ish.
But I’d still like to see it with my own eyes.”
Bucky did not say that seeing him with his own eyes probably
wouldn’t help him decide that Tony was okay. Instead, he silently held up the
three buckets he’d dragged down the stairs with him.
“…What… what are you even planning with this?” Steve asked
suspiciously. “You’re not gonna try to carry me, are you?”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “I can’t carry you; we’ll both fall
down the stairs. But I can keep you wet. Do you
think you can make it up the stairs?”
Steve turned to squint at the carved stone steps. “…If you
keep me wet enough, I should be able to.” He yelped when Bucky immediately
threw one of the buckets of water on him. “I’M NOT OUT OF THE WATER YET YOU
Steve was tempted to tackle him into the sand because he
knew how much Bucky hated getting sand in his tentacles but he was too worried
about Tony to follow through.
“Oh,” Tony said, hopeful and sad all at once.
Steve looked up from where he was sprawled out on the wood
floor in a large puddle. “Sorry about your floor.”
“What are you—That’s not going to be comfortable!” Tony
exclaimed when he noticed Bucky dumping a bucket of water into the empty
“Well he’s gotta stay wet somehow,” Bucky reasoned. Steve
wasn’t like Bucky, who could do well out of water for a time because of his slimy mucus. His scales and
gills dried out. His chest was already heaving with effort.
“What happened to your wrist?” Steve asked, concerned.
Tony moved to hide his wrist behind his back, then stopped.
It was too late anyway. He looked down at his wrist, frowning, and rubbed the
bruises from Bucky’s suckers gently. “Bucky was trying to take me to see you.
I—I panicked. I couldn’t get the right words out and I couldn’t say the right
thing. So I just. Um. Yanked.”
Steve held his hands out and made a quiet noise when the
brunet obediently offered him his arm, thumb trailing over the little round
“It didn’t hurt that bad,” Tony insisted.
“Yeah, because you were a little busy trying to breathe,”
“ACK!” Steve exclaimed when Bucky’s tentacles wrapped around
him and lifted him off the floor.
Tony couldn’t help a smile. “That’s never not going to be
Steve yelped as he was dropped into the aquarium. It was
true—it wasn’t comfortable. His tail curled up at the end awkwardly and the
glass dug in under his armpits. Still, he already felt better with his tail
submerged, and he felt almost normal when he splashed water on his gills. He
accepted the bucket Bucky handed him and shoved his head into it, taking a few
deep breaths so he could wet the insides of his gills as well.
When he pulled his head back out, he saw Tony hadn’t moved,
and was instead chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. “…Even this amount of
water bothers you?” Steve asked sadly.
“I can’t, um—I can’t even shower,” Tony admitted quietly,
shoulders hunching with shame. “I just. Use a damp washcloth. To get clean.”
“It’s not your
fault they made you fear the water,” Steve insisted when the brunet’s shoulders
hunched even more.
Bucky couldn’t help but curl a tentacle over Tony’s
shoulders, he looked so sad. “Yeah, that’s on them. Any human would be afraid
of the water after drowning.” When the human didn’t look convinced, he grumbled
and muscled him down to coil the rest of his tentacles around him.
Tony let out a slightly hysterical giggle. “I’ve seen porn
“Well, if you want me to fuck you with my sperm tentacle,
you have to say please.” Bucky smirked when the human choked. “And then don’t
be mad about the mess. I know Steve was mad the first time I came in him.”
“It was slimy and everywhere!” Steve exclaimed indignantly.
“And inky. Oh my God. You stained my
scales. The other mers laughed at me all week!”
Tony giggled again, flustered. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t laugh!” Steve whined. “This asshole wasn’t even
“Why would I be sorry? Everyone could see that you were
mine.” Bucky loosened up his hold on Tony when he felt him relaxing. “Plus it’s
not like I’m the filthy one here. You’re the one that asked me to ink on your
face while we were above water.”
“Shut up!” Steve shrieked, flushing pink, and shoved his
head back into the bucket.
“He’s just embarrassed because he doesn’t want you to think
he’s a deviant,” Bucky whispered, smirking.
Tony tilted his head. “Is he? A deviant, I mean.”
“Well, octo- or squid-mers and fish-mers are kind of odd couples.
We’ve been more accepted in recent years,” Bucky added thoughtfully. “The older
folks might think he’s deviant. I don’t know why. Who would willingly pass up
tentacles? I can have one in his mouth, one wrapped around his dick, and
another inside his—”
“Yup,” Tony cut in quickly, squirming. “I can see how the
older generation would find that deviant.”
Bucky looked at one of his tentacles, twisting it this way
and that. “Also the texture is way different than a dick. It’s squishy. I mean,
I squeezed it through your keyhole.”
“Yeah, I saw the video, that was kinda gross not gonna lie.”
Steve lifted his head from the bucket. “Yeah, it takes a
little getting used to, but Bucky’s really good with them.”
Tony buried his face in his hands. “Can we talk about
literally anything else because I didn’t actually plan for that to be anything
but a joke.”
“A shame,” Bucky sighed. “But if you ever change your mind—”
“I’ll let you know,” Tony squeaked, cutting him off.
They eventually got Tony to be willing to come close to the
aquarium after a couple weeks. But that might have mostly been because it took
Bucky a hell of a lot more effort to carry a fresh bucket of water to Steve to
“I’ll probably never be able to approach the waterline
again,” Tony admitted miserably instead of accepting their praise. “Just
thinking about it—”
“Hey, no, that’s fine,” Steve hurried to say. “You bought a
bigger tank just for me. I don’t mind coming up here. Especially since you
rigged that basket so we don’t have to climb the stairs anymore.”
“Not that Steve actually minded the stairs,” Bucky added in
a drawl. “‘Buck, look at my triceps! Buck, look at my shoulders!’ I wanted to push
him down the stairs but he would have just crawled back up saying ‘extra
Steve stared at him, disappointed. “Why must you constantly
embarrass me in front of Tony?”
“I think your biceps are amazing, Steve,” Tony offered.
Steve pointed in Bucky’s face smugly. “HA.”
“Don’t encourage him!” Bucky exclaimed, betrayed. “I have to
go home with this guy! I hear enough of him being a smug asshole without you
“…I find it hard to believe that you are not also a smug
asshole,” Tony said after thinking it over. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be
Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it thoughtfully. “…Well.
You’re not wrong, I suppose.”
“The sex is good too,” Steve added helpfully. “I’d stay for
Tony snorted. “A ringing endorsement.”
Steve hummed, smiling, and ducked his face into the bucket
to wet his gills before he sat back up. “Would you ever get in the aquarium
Tony’s grip immediately tightened around the glass, knuckles
going white. He closed his eyes, visibly trying to ground himself as his breath
caught in his throat. Steve would have touched his hand, but he was wet and he
didn’t want to make it worse for Tony.
Bucky frowned, concerned. “Hey, you don’t have to get into the aquarium. Steve was
just wondering. I mean you made really good progress already, you can stand
next to it!”
“I just… I really miss hugging you, is all,” Steve admitted
Tony’s hands were shaking, but he eventually wheezed out, “I
When Tony curled up on the ground trying to wheeze in a
breath after trying, Bucky’s tentacles curled around him, Steve gaped at him.
“I didn’t believe you.”
“Why wouldn’t you believe me about this?!” Bucky snapped.
Steve curled his hands into a ball. “Schlp. There he went.”
Bucky’s lips twitched with the want to smile, but this was
really not the time to laugh.
Tony did eventually get in the tank with him. There was
barely enough water to keep Steve’s tail damp, but Tony was already shaking
when Steve wrapped his arms around him, so he didn’t say anything. He’d missed
this—Tony always felt perfect in his arms. He ignored how slight and fragile
Tony felt, ignored the thought that maybe Tony didn’t eat enough or was so
anxious all the time living by the ocean that he could hardly keep food down.
Instead he curled his arms tighter around him and lifted his tail so Tony’s
pants stopped soaking up the minuscule amounts of water, so he’d stay drier.
“’m sorry,” Tony mumbled into his shoulder. “I used to be
able to swim. Now I can barely sit in an inch of water.”
Bucky curled his tentacles over the side of the tank. “Don’t
be sorry. It’s not your fault that other people hurt you.”
Steve stroked a hand through his hair. “Besides, this is
fine. I… was starting to think I might never see you again.” He pressed his
nose into Tony’s hair and took a deep whiff. He still smelled the same, human
scents that Steve couldn’t name that made up a scent purely Tony. “I don’t know
what I thought had happened to you, to be honest.”
“Whatever you think of will probably never be as bad as what
actually happened,” Tony croaked, shivering.
No, Steve and Bucky agreed silently. They supposed not.
They got Tony up to three inches of water. He still trembled
with fear, but seemed to do alright if he was clutching onto Steve or if Bucky
had his tentacles wrapped around him.
“You know we’d never let anything happen to you, right?”
Bucky asked one night. “I know I was an asshole when we first met—I didn’t know
you couldn’t breathe underwater. But after I learned that you couldn’t, I
wouldn’t have let you drown.”
“Yeah, you’d just grip him too tight,” Steve muttered into Tony’s
shoulder. The bruises around his wrist had healed, but here were still some
vaguely sucker-shaped prints on the back of his left leg.
Bucky glared at him. “What if I just wrapped one of my
tentacles around your neck?”
Tony giggled just a touch hysterically. “It’s hard to focus
on being scared when you two are bickering like an old married couple.”
“We wouldn’t survive marriage,” Bucky said. “Or, well. Steve
wouldn’t survive marriage. Because I’d murder him.”
“How do you know I wouldn’t murder you, huh?!” Steve
exclaimed, clutching Tony tighter. “Tony could be my new husband then!”
Bucky scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, Steve. I’ve seen the way he
looks at my tentacles—”
the brunet added, glaring at him. “I bet he’d love to have my tentacles in him.
Besides, I can survive longer out of the water than you.”
Steve scoffed back at him. “Please. Tony could make a nice big tank for me. And even if he didn’t,
I’d figure something out.” He gave the human a pat on the butt, making him
squeak in surprise. “My husband would need me, after all.”
“You guys are too much,” Tony giggled, hiding his face in
“I think we’re just enough,” Steve teased, smiling, because
the brunet had stopped trembling as much. “Don’t worry, Tony. I’ll let you know
when I’m going to kill Bucky so you can at least say goodbye.”
“What!” Bucky squawked indignantly.
Steve tilted his head. “Although you really should try out
the tentacles at least once before he dies. It is certainly something.”
“Listen you piece of shit,” Bucky began, crawling up the
side of the tank and looming over the blond. “If anyone is getting murdered here it’s
gonna be you for your smart mouth!”
“Boop,” Steve said, poking his nose, because he was
ridiculously unafraid of everything.
Bucky snarled. “Steve!”
Tony threw his head back with a bark of laughter. Even
though he really missed the sound Steve made every time Bucky yanked him under
the surface out of jealousy, he much preferred this bickering to Bucky mulishly
glaring at him from under the water.
“That’s it,” Bucky snapped, and then Tony yelped as a pair
of tentacles wrapped under his arms and lifted him from the tank. “This is mine
“Noooo Bucky come on!” Steve whined, making grabby hands.
Bucky dumped an empty bucket onto his head with a clang.
Tony laughed again. “I missed that noise.”
“I will make sure he makes that noise often,” Bucky
promised, cradling the brunet in his tentacles. He smiled smugly at Steve when
the blond pushed the bucket up and glared at him balefully. “It’s the same one
he made when I first penetrated him.”
Steve slung the bucket at Bucky’s head with an angry
screech. “Stop embarrassing me!”
Bucky tipped backward from the force, stunned. “Ow! What the
Steve reached out to try and grab Tony back. “He was mine
“Hey!” Tony laughed as he was tugged up against the tank,
but Bucky’s tentacle around his waist held fast. “Come on, I’m a person! I only
belong to me!”
“…No,” Steve and Bucky told him, then began tugging again.
Tony squawked, then went back to laughing. “You guys are
“Tenacious,” Steve corrected, giving a mighty tug that
brought his feet up off the ground.
“Yeah, that,” Bucky agreed, then jerked back, more tentacles
flying up to wrap around Tony for a better grip.
The squabble eventually ended with Steve and Bucky violently
making-out in the tank. Tony clutched his chest because those kisses looked
like they hurt.
(They did hurt, but just the right amount, he learned later.)
May I request possible scenarios of how the Chocobros and Cor got to know their s/o, why they appreciate them and got closer to them?
Yes, yes, yes
you may dear Anon! :D I just want to say though- this was a tad bit rushed because I wanted to get something out tonight but I’ve been so darn tired lately LOL! So if there are any typos, please flag them and let me know <3 Love you all! And enjoyyyy!
Noctis: Noctis first noticed you two months into
beginning high school. He was curious about you, because unlike the other people
in his class, you kind of just sat by yourself in the back corner and stayed
glued to your books. Noctis would find himself staring at you during class
break periods, earning himself a lot of teasing from Prompto. Noctis didn’t
really know why he found you so extremely fascinating, but he couldn’t stop
himself from turning his head every hour just to check and see if you were
still sitting there in the back corner, reading your books and diligently completing
Day, Noctis received many gifts of expensive, foreign chocolates and roses.
Prompto himself had received a whole bunch of gifts from his many admirers
around the school as well. However, Noctis found himself staring right past his
desk, saturated with gifts and offerings, his eyes landing on your desk. There
sat a single rose with a bag of what seemed to be home-made chocolates tied to
the green stem. Noctis had felt a pang of jealousy then- though he soon came to
realise that his jealousy was unfounded.
as he was about to leave for the front gates where Ignis was waiting to pick
him up, you approached him from behind and tapped him gently on the shoulder.
Noctis turned around swiftly at the touch and his midnight blue eyes widen at
the sight of you holding out the lone rose and cute looking chocolate moogles.
His eyes travelled up to your face and he saw your slight blush and endearing
“Um, these are
for you, your highness.” Noctis watches you formally bow down to him, your gifts
outstretched to him. Not even thinking about playing it cool, Noctis gently
takes your gifts from your hands and smiles when you straighten up to face him
with a mildly surprised expression on your face.
Noctis replies back simply, his gratitude evident in his shy tone. Noctis
watches you smile brightly at him, and from that moment on, he slowly grows
closer and closer to you until one day, your lips meet and seal an unspoken
contract- you’ve been inseparable ever since!
Prompto: Prompto met you when the two of you
were each twelve years old. Specifically, he met you when he fell during one of
his morning runs. You were taking a walk down to the local corner store to buy
some bread for breakfast with your family when you caught sight of a chubby boy
sitting on the curb, staring at his bloody knee and crying. Prompto hadn’t even
realised that you had approached him as he cried- he was so used to dealing
with his emotions and problems by himself. So when you tapped him on the
shoulder and offered him a shy, yet determined smile, Prompto was both grateful
and fascinated by you.
He admired how
you took him by the hand and pulled him up with a strong grip before pulling
you along right towards your home. He remembered how your parents were so
welcoming of your new ‘friend’, despite the fact that Prompto was almost
positive someone as pretty and kind as you would never was someone as weird as
him to be their friend. You had just nodded and stuck close to Prompto as your
parents patched him up. He was extremely grateful for that act of consideration
From that day
forth, you and Prompto were close friends. You always made sure Prompto ran
safely and Prompto always made sure you had a buddy to walk with to and from
school. The two of you grew close over the years, and naturally, Prompto had
asked you out on your birthday. At first, you thought it was too good to be
true, so you took his invitation as just an outing between friends. But then,
when he placed a tender kiss against your cheek that night at the end of your
fun filled evening- both you and Prompto knew that it was the start of
something special and long on the books.
day, you and Prompto go to that very spot you first met as kids, and tell each
other just how much you mean to each other. You tell Prompto that he saved you
from a lonely childhood, and Prompto tells you that you saved him from himself.
Gladio: Gladio met you at an official royal
dinner. He was absolutely enthralled with the vision of you wearing a black
lace dress with golden accents, your hair in an elegant up-do. That night, Gladio’s
job was to tail Noctis and make sure that the prince didn’t slip out of the
main hall and sneak off into the gardens. However, he was distracted by your
beauty and, damn it, he paid the price. Within an hour, Gladiolus Amicitia had
already lost the prince.
In a panic,
Gladio began to search amongst the crowds in the main hall. In his hurry, he
began to job backwards to back-track towards the large mahogany double doors so
that he could go and search the prince’s regular haunts around the palace. But
then, he stepped on some flowy material and he heard a rather loud rip.
Gladio stands stock still at the sound of you saddened voice. He cannot believe
it. He ran right into you AND he ruined your beautiful dress. Oh, and he lost
the prince. Gladio turned towards you, an apologetic look on his handsome and
“I am SO
sorry! Follow me to the coat room, I think Iggy left an emergency sewing kit in
there for occasions like this, my lady.”
You nodded and
gathered your ripped skirts, and Gladio felt terrible as he lead you out of the
room. Soon, the two of you were in the coat room, and Gladio frantically
searched for the sewing kit he mentioned, only to find Noctis fast asleep under
a pile of expensive women’s coats. He was about to yank the prince out from
under the pile and give him a piece of his mind when you suddenly cooed and
reached out to run a sheer gloved hand over the thirteen year old prince’s dark
out, poor darling. He may be prince, but he’s still also just a boy.” You sighed
quietly as you stroked the prince’s hair. Gladio couldn’t help but feel a
little jealous. Why did the prince get to have you touching him so tenderly? It
“Yeah, uh, I
guess I should take him to bed then?” Gladio grunted, lifting Noctis gently
from the pile of coats and into his strong arms. Gladio was about to tell you
to wait in the coat room for him, until he caught you shrugging your coat on
over your beautiful dress.
was downcast as he thought you were going to be leaving. You see this forlorn
expression in Gladio’s expressive eyes and you couldn’t help but smile at the
large teen’s endearing reaction. You felt flattered that he wanted you to stay
“I’m not going
anywhere, just so you know. I’ll be waiting for you outside the main hall. It’s
too loud in there and I want to talk to you.”
back to you in record speed after you’d expressed your desire to speak with him
privately. That night, the two of you laughed and shared stories and
aspirations between each other about yourselves. Gladio was absolutely ecstatic
and VERY well-behaved. No wandering hands or eyes (despite your ripped dress)
what so ever.
for your forward nature and natural confident charm the moment he laid eyes on
you, and you fell for his soft, kind heart. The two of you cherish each other
immensely and cannot even imagine life without one another. Gladio is loath to
admit that Noctis is the one who brought the two of you together.
Ignis: Ignis met you when he’d first arrived
at the Citadel at the young age of six. He was extremely withdrawn and
absolutely scared of everyone and everything he had encountered. His uncle ad
advised the Regis that it would be pertinent for Ignis to have contact with
kids his age so that he could normalise and re-socialise after the traumatic
experience of losing both of his parents in a car accident.
And so, Ignis
first laid his eyes on you in the royal day care. He had been plopped down
beside a quietly playing Prince Noctis, and the prince didn’t seem like he
wanted to be disturbed, so Ignis had no choice but to play with someone else
nearby- lest he die of absolute boredom. He had tried to approach some of the
older boys who were playing wrestling on the floor nearby, but he quickly back
tracked when he noticed just how hard the boys were hitting each other.
about to make his way back to Noctis when he felt a tug on his sleeve. Almost immediately
after the tug, his glasses were pried off his face and Ignis felt a wave of
panic settle into his chest, suffocating him as his field of vision became
blurry. Whether it was from not being able to see without his glasses, or the
mere fact that he was about to cry rather violently, he didn’t really know.
He never found
out either, because the glasses thief, after stealing his possessions, had
immediately perched the glasses back atop his nose after seeing the clear
distress on Ignis’s face and in his stunning green eyes.
“I’m sorry- I
just thought your eyes were really pretty. I wanted to see them better. Please
don’t cry- I’ll take care of you! I turned five this year!” Ignis turned to
you, and he was a little mad at first. But then, throughout the weeks, as you
continued to bug him to play with you, he grew fond of you. Soon, you were his
best friend, encouraging him through his specialised Crownsguard training
program and holding him whenever things got to be too much.
while Ignis was walking from the library with you beside him, he couldn’t hold
in his feelings any longer. He had to tell you how he felt. But he didn’t know
how to tell you in words. So he took his glasses off his nose and turned to
face you. When you stopped your gait and stopped to face Ignis, you found him
“I need you
far more than I can say, y/n. Will you take care of me, please?” Ignis asked
bashfully. You tentatively pressed you lips against his in the cool evening
breeze under the murky stars in Insomnia, and it was from then on that Ignis
the caretaker of all had someone special to come home to in order to have
someone take care of him.
Cor: Cor Leonis met you when you were a newly recruited
Crownsguard trainee. Clarus was not available to train you, so Cor had to step
in. With no training experience what-so-ever, Cor was a pretty terrible
teacher. He basically did everything for you and didn’t give you much opportunity
to learn. And so, you naturally had to confront him about this oversight
because you were there to learn and become good at your job.
“Cor… could I
possibly take a solo mission someday soon?” you asked, your voice slightly
shaky out of nerves. You were speaking to the marshal- of course you were going
to be nervous. Cor had immediately frowned at shaken his head in disagreement.
“Of course I’m
not,” you snapped at Cor, “you don’t even give me a chance to practice what I’ve
learned!” you yelled, very frustrated all of a sudden. The man wasn’t letting
you lift a finger, and you had no idea why. “Is it because you think I can’t be
good? If so, then just tell me. Let me look for another job- be rid of me!” you
have started screaming now. Luckily, the training room you and Cor were in was
Cor frowns at
you, his glare softening in its intensity.
immortal too?” Cor asked you, throwing you off all of a sudden. The question
came out of the blue, and was unlike any question Cor had ever asked you in the
past four months of your training. You shake your head silently in response.
Cor lets out a sigh and clasps your shoulder gently with one of his large, warm
hands. “Then how can I let you risk your life out there? I don’t want to see
anything bad happen to you…”
You caught the
soft, barely there blush on Cor’s tanned skin, and your heart began to race a
mile per minute at the affectionate thoughts apparently running through Cor’s
mind, directed solely at you. You were flattered… and you felt special and
protected. Suddenly, you weren’t so mad.
“Cor, I know
what I signed up for. To serve the Crown is my life. My duty. My entire soul.”
unfair- can’t you leave some of your soul for me?”
words from that day were what led you to throw your arms around his broad
shoulders and kiss him senseless. His words were also the reason why you
decided to take on an administration role, much like Monica. Cor was happy with
your decision, and supported you one-hundred percent with your career from then
Over time, you
fell in love with the way Cor only smiled for you, in private. You fell in love
with the way he kissed you so tenderly that you were convinced you would break
if he applied even the smallest amount more pressure because every affectionate
act shared with Cor was extremely overwhelming.
You could feel
the love exuding out of the stoic man for you. And Cor’s simple reason for
having you set in the centre of his world-
absolutely loved the kindness and determination settled deep into your eyes.
One look at you, that first moment he met you as his student… he’d broken his
vow to remain unattached to others. And until now, with you by his side, he didn’t
regret falling for you one bit.
Anon requests:Okey, i have this crazy idea
for an imagine. (Y/n) was a popular girl, she was cheryl bestfriend but she
doesn’t feel like all of these popular kids. She always saw jughead in the
school and always think about him bc he is different. So she left the
popularity to became the bestfriend of jugg and the day she finally goes to
tell him that she like him since always, he tell her that he likes betty and
you can choose the end, maybe a happy one or a sad one :) (sorry my english,
Can you do a love triangle between the reader, betty and jughead, please
? Love your blog
Hi i love your writing and i was wondering if you can write a jughead x
reader where the reader confesses her feelings but he doesn’t return them?
Pairing: Betty x Jughead
climbs down the social ladder to befriend Jughead, but quickly develops
feelings. The crush is only one-sided.
Word count: 1,117
yourselves for a sad ending
“(Y/N)!” Cheryl snapped, interrupting my thoughts.
“Huh?” I asked, looking up at her. She smiled sourly.
“I asked you if you’re still coming to River Vixen tryouts tomorrow,”
“Of course!” I exclaimed, plastering a fake smile on my
face. Satisfied, she nodded and strutted
down the school hallway, leaving me at my locker. The smile slipped from my face and turned
into a frown as I opened my locker.
Cheryl had been my best friend for five years, and I knew
deep down I loved Cheryl. But her other
friends? Not so much. I found myself constantly feeling drained
when I was in their presence, and Cheryl seemed to regress into a horrible
nightmare around them.
I slammed my locker shut and strode down the hallway, not
bothering to make eye contact with anyone.
Anyone but one person. I walked
past Jughead Jones, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger for a split
second longer than usual. He was looking
right at me, and we made eye contact for only a moment before I walked away.
During lunch, I sat at a table with Cheryl and her
friends. Cheryl droned on about
something she and Jason had done two summers ago, and as much as I wanted to
listen and give my sympathy to my friend, I couldn’t do it. For some reason, my mind kept wandering to
Jughead Jones. The mysterious figure
lurking in the school hallways intrigued me, and I couldn’t seem to think of
“Are you even listening to me, (Y/N)?” Cheryl scoffed, snapping me
out of my thoughts.
“What?” I hummed.
“I said,” her voice was
cold and stiff, “are you listening to me?”
I glanced at her pursed lips and narrowing eyes, and her mannequin
friends raising their eyebrows at me.
This is not the people I want to be with.
“No,” I retorted, standing up.
“I’m not listening to you, Cheryl.”
“And why not?” she demanded, also standing up.
“Because I don’t want to!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in
frustration. “I’m sick of this,
Cheryl. I’m sick of you treating
everyone like peasants whereas you carry yourself like a queen. I’m done!”
By now all the other lunch tables had quieted down so they could
eavesdrop on our conversation.
“Well,” Cheryl spat, “I don’t know why you’re still here. Get out of my sight!” I rolled my eyes but obliged, grabbing my bag
and storming away from the table, all eyes on me. Once I got inside the school, I leaned
against a wall, closed my eyes, and released a sigh of relief. I was free.
“That was quite the scene,” a deep voice commented, causing my eyes
to snap open. Jughead was standing in
front of me.
“Oh yeah,” I breathed a laugh.
“I don’t know what came over me, honestly. I just kinda… I was fed up.” He nodded in understanding.
“I get it,” he said, moving so that he was standing next to
me. “I don’t know how you dealt with it
for so long.”
“I don’t either,” I confessed.
“I guess I was just oblivious to how awful she is.”
“What made you realize that she was awful?” I paused, unable to think of an answer. Glancing at Jughead, I admired his raven
locks and blue-green eyes.
“Jason’s death, I guess,” I answered, unsure of myself. “Because most of the time when a loved one
dies, people will become more vulnerable.
Usually grief brings about self-reflection, and it makes you realize you
should be a better person. Cheryl,
although she was heartbroken about Jason’s death, didn’t become a better
person. In fact, it felt like she got
worse. She’s bitchier, more demeaning,
and just more terrible overall.” Jughead
nodded at my answer.
“Well, I don’t say this kind of stuff too often,” he said, “but if
you’re looking for any new friends, I’m here.”
Jughead and I quickly became close friends. Pop’s became our usual meeting place, and we
would spend every evening there. Whether
we were working on homework or just chatting, I always felt happy in his
We had been best friends for a few months when I realized my
feelings for him. Every night when we
sat in our booth, the butterflies in my stomach grew a little flutterier. My cheeks began to tint a bit darker every
time we hung out, and I always grew nervous when I anticipated us being
together. But then when I was around
him, I felt calm and safe.
One night, I decided that I’d tell him. I was tired of keeping this secret from him,
and I figured being rejected was better than bottling up my feelings.
“Jughead,” I said, taking his attention away from his
computer. “Can we talk?” He closed the lid, showing that I had his
undivided attention. I swallowed and fidgeted
with my fingers, beginning to second-guess myself.
“Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I tentatively smiled and nodded. “I just… I need to tell you something.”
“I… I like you, Jughead. I
like you as in more than friends, and honestly, I think I have ever since we
started being friends.” I bit my lip as I
nervously scanned Jughead’s face for a reaction. He was motionless, and we sat in the booth in
silence. Finally, he broke the silence.
“(Y/N)… I’m sorry,” he apologized, and then my heart
shattered. I knew what was coming
next. “I don’t… you’re a great friend,
truly, you are but… I like Betty.” I
swallowed and nodded. Of course it was Betty.
“Yeah, that’s- that’s fine, it’s fine,” I stuttered out a reply,
slowly standing up. “It’s fine, really,
but… I have to go, I’m sorry.” Jughead
stood up too.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship,” he said,
trying to get me to sit back down. I
shook my head.
“I don’t either, Jughead, but I need time,” I responded. He nodded sadly in understanding. “Bye, Jughead.” I walked out of the diner desperately holding
onto the little bit of dignity I had left.
I wanted to be mad at someone, but there was no one to blame. It wasn’t Betty’s fault; she had no idea that
Jughead liked her, she wasn’t trying to steal him from me. Nor was it Jughead’s fault, because he can’t
control who he has feelings for.
As I strode out of Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe, I knew that this would
be the last time Jughead and I ever had a simple relationship. Thanks to me, every interaction from now on
would be awkward and tense. And it was
all thanks to me and my stupid feelings.
Request: could you please write a siriusxreader where he and james have the habit to take the cloak and stay up late in the commom room making bets about the couples making out and one night they caught their best friend, the reader, making out with a guy and she heard them and leave with the guy to her dorm and sirius stops talking to her and you can finish how you want?
we’ll have a boring night.” – Sirius said, sitting under the invisibility cloak
with James. – “I can’t believe there’s not a single…” – But he stopped
suddenly, when the portrait hole just opened up. He almost jumped up to greet
Y/N, but then he saw a guy behind her, hand in hand, leading him into the
“That was close.” – He breathed out as they plopped
down on the couch. – “I thought Filch is going to murder us.”
“No, he’d prefer to torture us first, haven’t you
heard that from him before?” – She giggled and rolled her eyes.
Rhys leaned closer and put his hand on her thigh.
“Well, usually I’m not getting into any troubles… like you.”
“I don’t know what are you talking about.” – She
replied with her most innocent face, looking up at him before he pressed his
lips against hers, kissing her so passionately and deeply she had to lean back
on the couch immediately.
Meanwhile, Sirius’ heart was beating in his ears and
felt he could just go and rip the bloke apart – but more and more he saw he
just really wanted to leave. He couldn’t watch this anymore. “I want to go.” –
He almost jumped up, but James grabbed his arm, pulling him back to the ground
just in time, while he was still under the cloak.
“What was that?” – Y/N asked suddenly, breaking the
kiss while Rhys rested his hand under her skirt.
haven’t heard anything.” – He said quickly, in the attempt to continue what he
started. A few seconds later she heard something again – and now she was sure. James and Sirius doing that again.
Anger filled her immediately; she always told them
it’s a terrible thing to do, but knowing that her best friends sneaking up on
She jumped up suddenly, taking the boy’s hand. “Come
to my dorm. It’s more private there, you know.” – She said loudly, glancing on
the corner where she heard the noises before. Rhys shot a half grin at her
before they both left.
“It’s nice to actually see you!” – Y/N yelled after
she arrived to the Great Hall, sitting down next to Sirius. James looked at her
almost scared, knowing she’d easily hex him. – “You really are both huge prats,
you know that?”
“Sorry! We didn’t know you had a date.” – James said
She looked at him across the table with a furious
face. “You shouldn’t do this at all! There’s privacy, you know!” – She said
loudly, trying to not shout. – “And what if I wouldn’t hear you? Then you just
sit there, watching me having sex on the couch with Rhys?”
Sirius shifted in his chair, but still stayed in
“No! We usually leave when that part comes.” – James
said in a low voice, causing her to roll her eyes. – “Look, I’m really sorry.”
She sighed, shaking her head before she turned to
Sirius. “And you have nothing to say?”
“Not really.” – He answered shortly, now even
bothering to look into her eyes before he stood up, grabbed her backpack and
left the Great Hall. Y/N was so shocked she couldn’t even speak for a long
“What’s gotten into him?” – She asked James, but he
just shrugged, looking at his plate, carefully avoiding her gaze. She shrugged
too; she get used to Sirius’ mood swings by now. Besides, she was still angry
with the boys for what they did.
But hours passed and he didn’t talk to her. He didn’t
even sit next to her at classes, when she asked something he didn’t even hear –
or just acted like he haven’t. At the end of the day, after dinner, she stopped
him in front of the Fat Lady, not bearing his strange and annoying behaviour
“Sirius, what is wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” – He said, ready to leave her, but she
grabbed his arm.
“Really? Because it seems to me you’re angry with me
since this morning. Or yesterday night.”
The memory made him angry immediately. “Well, sorry,
it wasn’t a pleasant sight for my eyes to see your sweet Rhys running his hands
all over you.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to
understand the situation. “Why is that bothering you, actually?”
isn’t! I just… I thought you’re not one of those girls.”
Her eyes widened in anger. “One of those girls?! You
mean like those girls whom you like so much, right? Those who let you in your
bed so easily? Because I don’t remember I’ve ever heard you complain about
them.” – Sirius opened his mouth, but she continued quickly. – “And I’ve never
complained either about them.”
“That’s completely different! And why would you
complain? It’s none of your business.”
Her jaw dropped. “Do you even hear yourself?” Yes,
that’s not my business, just as it isn’t yours what I do with other guys!” –
She shouted, causing several paintings to hiss at them. – “Or you’re the only
one who can sleep around? Using girls to make yourself better and forget
about bad things? To feel yourself not so lonely sometimes?”
As she stopped and Sirius’ eyes darkened, she knew she
crossed a line, but before she could’ve said something, he spoke up in a low
voice. “Fuck you, Y/N. Oh, I forget somebody already done that.” – He said
before he left, stepping through the portrait hole. She went after him,
seriously considering to curse or hex him from behind, or at least shouting
something to him, but by the time she was inside, Sirius was out of her sight.
She plopped down next to James, tears choking her and
face red from the anger. “What happened?” – James asked, eyebrows furrowed.
She took several deep breaths before she could speak
without crying. “Your friend angry with me, because… I don’t even know! He’s an
James exhaled slowly. “You seriously don’t know why
he’s angry with you?”
“Well, he’s because he thinks I slept with Rhys. But
other than that… it’s none of his business. He shouldn’t be angry with me
because of that!”
but… wait, did you say he thinks? So you
didn’t… you know.”
shot an angry look at him. “Not like it matters, but no. I was too angry after
I realized you saw me.” – And I like someone else anyway,
“And what the guy said?”
She shrugged. – “He was furious and left. He was an
James adjusted his glasses and sat closer to Y/N.
“Listen. You should talk to Sirius.”
“Sure, I will! After he apologized.” – She remembered
something then, and after she ran her fingers through her hair, she sighed. –
“But that’s probably not going to happen. I said ugly things to him too.”
“I’m sure you can…” – He started, but she cut him off.
“But he started this! It was his fault, right?”
“Talk to him.” – James said slowly.
“After he apologized.” – Y/N said again, leaving her
friend on the common room who rolled his eyes at her. She knew, very well that
Sirius too proud and stubborn to say sorry first. The only problem is that she
was the same.
And they managed to spend four days without talking
each other. It was only sarcastic comments or judging looks and short, sad
glances when the other hasn’t noticed.
Until they went to Hogsmeade together and the other
left them alone at a table; James, Remus and Peter went to another round of
butterbeer while Lily and Marlene went to the loo, but curiously, none of them
After ten minutes of awkward silence Sirius emptied
his glass and jumped up. “I go and kill them.”
But Y/N grabbed his arm. “Can’t we talk?” – She had no
idea why she said this, maybe the firewhisky, maybe the last four days were too
much without him, but she wanted to talk. Sirius looked down at her for a long
moment before he slowly sat back down, said nothing, but watching her
carefully. – “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said… what I said.”
He just nodded slowly, so she quickly folded her arms
and raised her voice. – “But I’m still angry with you, you know. You were…”
“An asshole, yes, I know.” – He leaned back on his
chair and took a deep breath. – “I’m sorry for sneaking up on you and for
everything I said after that. I… it’s really not my business what are you
doing.” – He only looked into her eyes at the end, and she could see the honest
regret and sadness in the depth of his pupils. But she only nodded as well.
“So are you and Robbie or Rick or something still
dating?” – Sirius asked, avoiding he gaze again, looking into his empty glass.
She sighed. “No. We haven’t… nothing happened.”
“Oh.” – He said in surprise. – “Why? I mean… only if
you wanna talk about it.” – He added quickly, seeing a flick of anger on her
looked into his eyes for a long moment. Mostly because of you,
she was thinking, but just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”
“But he didn’t hurt you, did he? I just learnt a new
hex and I’d gladly test on him.”
She laughed. “There’s no need for that.”
Seeing her laughing reminded him why he was so furious
on that night in the common room. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”
“It’s fine. But I still don’t understand why you were
so angry with me.”
“Because…” – He stopped for a second, thinking about
if he should lie or not, but the words escaped him before he could’ve think
through properly. – “I like you.”
She raised her eyebrows. – “Well, I hoped that after
long years of friendship you like me.”
And there was the perfect excuse; he could lie so
easily, but this time he wasn’t able to do it. – “No, I mean… it’s a bit more
than friendship… for my part. Or a lot more than that.”
Her lips parted and looked at him shocked before a
short laugh burst out from her. “Are you serious?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I am Sirius, Y/N, but we talked
Her face was still amused, but her voice was low. “Why
haven’t you… you know, asked me out?”
“Would you have said yes?” – He asked in disbelief.
“Yes.” – She laughed again, seeing
his shocked reaction.
Sirius tilted his head back and growled before he looked back at her,
staring for a few seconds. She was still grinning, and it made him smile too. “So,
now that we cleared that we were both blinds and idiots, will you go out with
She pouted, which turned into a smile soon. “I don’t know, you just
called me an idiot.” – Sirius let out a tired sigh, so she continued. – “Of
course I’ll go out with you, you dolt.”
Y/N could see a strange expression on his face, though it wasn’t bad, it
was some kind of wonder. He sat closer to her and turned his voice down. “Can I
kiss you?” – Her eyes widened after the question and fell silence. – “What? I
mean, it’s okay if not…”
“No, just, I’d never in my wildest dream thought you’re the type who ask
“You see, me neither.” – He said, leaning closer with every sentence. – “I
don’t think I’ve ever asked this.”
She giggled once more before closed the gap between them, pressing a
soft and slow kiss on his lips.
Summary : The women of the League are teasing you about the love bites that litter your body….
I already kinda had the idea of doing a similar story on the women side…So here we go. Last time the guys of the League were mocking Bruce for the scratches on his back (you can read that here), now, it’s Batmom’s turn (though I feel it’s not as funny as the other, I tried something else you know, so that the stories wouldn’t be exactly the same, too similar and shit…erf, whatever, hope it’s kinda ok). Hope you’ll like it (insecuritiesoverloadbutitsok):
It wasn’t really part of your initial plan to shower at the same time than them. Bruce told you about his friends trying to tease him about the nail marks you left on his body after a heated night, and you were afraid that your girl friends would do the same, a bit paranoid about it really…
But then you thought about the fact that usually, women tended to be a bit more mature about that (maybe?), that they would probably behave and ignore the hundreds (literally) love bites on your body.
Besides, there was only Diana, Zatanna and Dinah, surely, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, they were used to Bruce being affectionate towards you when he thought no one was watching, small love bites wouldn’t shock them or anything. They were your three best friends, they knew how to not intrude too much in your life. They would definitely not talk about the marks your husband left on your body.
And oh you were so wrong.
You were in your underwear when you started to notice their smirks, and the way they whispered in each other’s ears while looking at you. No…could it be ?
You turn around, and when Diana’s eyes go wide at the sight of the love bites on your front while Zatanna and Dinah just start laughing stupidly, you know you actually were right to “fear” a reaction from them. You roll your eyes and give them your best “really ?” facial expression before saying :
-Are you guys snickering like idiots because of the love bites ?
Zatanna answers your question :
-No, we’re snickering like idiots because Bruce…
And then it happens. The worst pun you ever heard in your life (and you were used to Dick and Tim’s nerdy jokes). All three of them yell :
Stun. That’s what you are. Wow. Even worst that the poor attempt from your male friend in the league to embarrass Bruce. An awful pun.
@thatthinghasclaws : Newt Scamander soulmate AU? Where you can see what the other one writes on their skin. :)
Word Count: 2 248
A/N: Arg, this is probably so bad. Sorry for making you guys wait for so long! I’ve been super busy but I finally finished! Thank you so much for waiting patiently!
A lot of strange things started happening ever since you turned eleven and found out about a magical world that was living parallel to the only world you thought existed; the Muggle world. That is, if you could even call it a world at all, what’s a world without magic? But, if possible, things were getting even weirder now.
You were sitting at a desk in a boring Transfiguration class, fighting hard to keep your eyelids from falling. Professor Dumbledore was happily explaining about some fancy Transfiguration spells, preparing you and all of the other Fifth Years for the upcoming O.W.L.s. Oh, the dreadful O.W.L.s. You shivered at the thought, reminding yourself that you still had a little over a week to prepare.
Still bored, you discreetly glance over at Newt Scamander, who was sitting a few seats away to your left. He looked as enthusiastic about all this as the rest of the class. You watched him scribble down a few notes and admired his neat-messy handwriting from afar before he snaps his head up and his green eyes meet yours. You quickly avert your eyes and pretend that nothing happened. You and he had a…“strictly platonic”…okay fine, “not even really friends yet” type of relationship. There was no denying you had a massive crush on the freckled Hufflepuff, but you were sure that he didn’t share the same feelings. Ah well, maybe something would happen eventually, but that was currently the last thing you wanted to worry about.
“(Y/N), are you following along? You seem distracted.” Professor Dumbledore says curtly, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You nod your head furiously, hair flying everywhere, desperately hoping you looked alert or better yet; awake. He smiles.
“Well if that’s so, will you please tell the class what I was going to turn this goblet into?” he asks with a sweet smile, his eyes twinkling from behind his glasses.
“Umm, a potato?” you say idiotically, mentally facepalming yourself and giving up on life in general, as the whole class started giggling uncontrollably. Some boys even fell out of their chairs, for dramatic effect of course. You rolled your eyes and giggled too, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!
You hopefully glanced at Newt and your heart jumped slightly as you saw him chuckling too. Yes, you made him laugh! Well, he was probably laughing at you but you still made him laugh and that was good enough for you.
He laughed softly and looked at you through his long lashes. There was no denying it, he had strong feelings for you but he was always too shy to gather the courage to talk to you. Sighing quietly, he admired your handwriting from his seat, thinking that the tiny letters looked as adorable as you did.
“Please pay attention now (Y/N), I want you to do well,” Dumbledore says gently yet firmly and you nod, relieved that you weren’t getting detention.
Minutes passed and the class returned to its boring state. You sighed and picked up your feathered quill and dipped the tip in ink. You lazily proceeded to draw on the back of your hand, writing random little phrases and words.
He jumped slightly in his seat as he felt a tingling sensation tickling the back of his left hand. He cautiously looked around to make sure no one else saw his little jump and he peered at his hand. The words I’m so bored appeared on his hand in what appeared to be black ink, as if the letters were being written on with an invisible pen in the air.
He blinked a couple times, utterly confused. What was going on? Were these words reflecting his feelings? He definitely felt bored but this hasn’t happened before?…
He felt tingling again and he quickly looked down.
Lalalalalalalalala was scribbled across the palm of his hand now. Yeah, these definitely weren’t his thoughts and this was all getting more than a little strange.
He picked up his own quill and dipped it in a vial of ink. He was going to try something… The tip of his quill moved swiftly across the soft flesh of his hand.
You yelp as you feel tingling on the back of your hand next to your own little scrawls. You watch in surprise and wonder as delicate little letters appear, spelling out Hello?
Professor Dumbledore turns to you again after hearing your surprised little sound and quirks up an eyebrow.
“What is it this time (Y/N)? Would you like to share with the class why you felt the need to take such a sharp intake of breath?” he smiles kindly as you shake your head furiously, and he resumes his lesson.
Shaking nervously you grip your quill and write on your hand again. All the ink of your precious conversations, if you even call them conversations, was still etched onto your soft flesh.
Hi. What’s going on and who are you? you write.
The tingling comes back.
Beats me, though I must admit this is rather fascinating. Who are you?
No fair, I asked first.
Well, I asked last.
Okay fine, just tell me this; you aren’t some murderer, right?
Oh no, definitely not. If it makes you fell any better I attend Hogwarts and I’m sitting in a rather boring class right now. This is quite the highlight of my day.
Oh thank goodness, I’m at Hogwarts too! Maybe we could try finding each other?
You were slowly starting to inch your way up your arm for you were running out of room on your hand.
Well, this is very interesting, he thought as he dipped his quill in ink again.
Or maybe we should keep this anonymous? That way we could talk without feeling awkward around each other. What do you say?
He waits patiently, drumming his fingers on his desk, eagerly waiting for a reply.
Sure! We could be pen pals! Cheesy, I know but it will definitely keep us entertained during boring classes, like the one I’m in right now.
Pen pals it is! Who’s class are you in right now?
Same, actually! So we have now established that we are also in the same year, how exciting!
Yay, this will definitely be fun. But do you have any idea why all this is even happening?
No idea. But I’m glad I’ve found a new friend, even if I don’t exactly know who you are. I’m terribly sorry if this is getting weird, but I already like you.
Brilliant, I like you already too! And don’t worry, it will definitely get weirder once you’ve seen my doodles. Now, on to more pressing matters; we seem to have run out of space on our left arms, how do we erase all this?!
Turns out that a little bit of soap and water did the trick, no magic was needed. You and your pen pal had become rather close in the next few weeks and you learned that the two of you were of the opposite gender. That made it even more exciting for you in a way.
You always felt like you had a secret, a good secret, making sure to cover up your arms with your robes after a long class.
You were making your way to the nearest washroom to rid your skin of ink when you bumped into Newt on the way.
You blush as you realize who you just crashed into and your hand instinctively pulls down the sleeves of your robes, hiding the smudges of ink and your conversations with your secret friend.
“Ah, sorry about that…” Newt apologizes with a gentle smile.
“It’s fine,” you say quickly and you mentally slap yourself. Great job, the one time you ever talked to your crush and you had to say “I’m fine”? Arg, you always blew it.
Without saying another word, you scurry off to your next class, plop yourself down in your chair and pull out a vial of ink. You try to find a bare spot on your arms and you manage to squeeze in a tiny sentence.
He was still blushing after your little encounter and he felt a tingle on his arm as he sat down in the library to study for he was done all his classes for the day.
Hey, we’re like, super tight now right?
He smiles and pulls out his own quill, swiftly replying.
Yeah, I mean, we have been chatting for over a month now. I’d say we’re pretty close and we know quite a bit about each other.
Okay, good because I wanted to ask you for some advice. I have a crush and he’s a dude and since you’re a dude too you know stuff that I don’t, am I right?
Umm, sure? I guess that makes sense.
Well, here I go anyways. So I’ve liked him for quite some time now and I just bumped into him in the hallways but I really couldn’t bring myself to say anything, what should I do?
Blimey, I just met my crush in the hallways a few minutes ago! he wrote, shaking his head in wonder. You two were more alike than he thought.
Ah! Okay, answer my questions later. Tell me all about her!
Well, I’m in the same situation as you. I’ve liked her since I’ve laid eyes on her but I’m too shy to make a move.
I suggest talking to her! How bad can it be? You’ve got to work up some courage and I’m sure you’ll do great! I believe in you!
I could say the same to you! Why don’t we both attempt to talk to our crushes and meet up to see how it went.
Wait, did you just say meet up!?
Yeah, I’d say it’s about time to see each other, wouldn’t you?
Yes!!! I’ve been waiting for this moment! I’m sure you’re lovely!
You agreed to meet up with PP (your nickname for your pen pal) by the main entrance. But before that happened, you had to try to work up the guts to talk to Newt. Yeah, that was the tricky part.
He found you before you saw him.
“Umm hi (Y/N),” he said with a shy grin, his beautiful hair falling like a halo on his head. You stood there like an idiot, no words coming out.
Abort mission! Abort mission! you scream in your head.
“I’m sorry Newt, I can’t talk right now. I need to meet someone.” you blurt before rushing off towards the main entrance.
Well, that failed. You hold back tears as you run.
Well, that failed. He miserably watched you go and felt something odd in his chest. His breathing got heavier. Did you just reject him or were you just really busy? He couldn’t say.
He finally decided that he should probably go meet his pen pal. At least that would cheer him up.
“Oh, Mr. Scamander! Will you help me move these textbooks to another room?” Professor Dumbledore asks Newt, beckoning him over.
Newt opens his mouth to tell him that he was busy but the professor would hear none of it. Newt sighed and made a mental note to apologize to his pen pal later.
Hello? you write, standing alone by the entrance, finally beginning to calm down after the very one-sided conversation with Newt. You hadn’t meant to seem rude, you just…panicked. You’ve been waiting for 20 minutes now and no one showed up.
I’m on my way!
A frantic scribble appears next to your sentence and you huff, slightly annoyed yet still tingling with excitement. Even though you had failed to talk to Newt, you were finally going to meet your new friend!
Soon, you hear footsteps running towards you and you turn, only to see Newt panting a couple feet away from you. What was he doing here?
“Hi, Newt. Umm, what are you doing here?” you ask, your voice coming out as a little squeak as he straightens up.
“Uh, I am here to meet someone.”
Your heart fell as he looked away, clearly avoiding eye contact. When would your pen pal show up?
Oh no, why was she here? He was even more nervous now than before! He hastily looked away before blushing furiously, refusing to face her.
The two of you stood opposite to each other, both leaning against the wall, waiting and not daring to speak to each other for you were both nervously shaking.
You frantically pull out your quill and shakily start to write.
Where are you?
I’m here waiting for you!
You blink as the writing appears and your breath hitches in the back of your throat. It couldn’t be…
You and Newt both turn and spontaneously walk towards each other.
You shakily lift up your arm and he does too, like a mirror mimicking your precise movements.
Your arms are now side by side and the words you just exchanged were both printed on your forearms.
You tilt your head up just enough to look at him and your eyes brighten with realization.
A/N: I got this idea from this post, from the @imaginedanandphil blog, which is really good! :D Also, written in Dan’s POV!!
Summary: Dan is in the middle of a liveshow when Y/N randomly decides to be loud on the other room and distracts him. Until she ends up joining him, with unexpected results.
For fuck’s sake. Y/N was being so loud in the
other room, she was probably playing a game and having a rage fest because of
it. Or fangirling about something. One thing or the other. Maybe even both,
something to do with feels.
But since I was in the middle of a liveshow
and couldn’t exactly do much at that moment, I resolved to just roll my eyes
and grin at the camera with a resigned chuckle.
“Y/N is being so noisy” It was kind of
distracting to hear her, even if I tried to focus on the people on the chat.
things that 100% definitely happened after the end of call me beep me u can pry these headcanons from my cold dead hands
(call me beep me is an incredible fic by @gajeelredfox that i can’t link to rn bc i’m on mobile but the final update was posted tonight and i’m emo so have this)
-when they go trick or treating, the kids fall in love with keith instantly and are constantly chattering at him and tugging at his arms to show him things. by the end of the night keith is carrying a sleeping child home and lance’s heart is suffering.
-lance and hunk get to celebrate pidges 16th birthday! lance gets pidge a remote control robot car. (“get it? because its like the cliche thing to get a car on ur 16th birthday, but u like robots!” “yes i get it lance thank u.”)
-together, matt and lance make allura and shiro’s life a living hell. they can’t even look at each other without hearing exaggerating kissy noises.
-lance gradually helps keith and muffin warm up to each other and after a while they’re best friends. sometimes she’ll even lick his hand. shiro is pissed. (“i’ve been trying to get them to get along for years!!! and then this little shit comes along and within a couple of months she’s sitting on his lap!!! wtf!)
Character: Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader (feat. BTS)
Prompts: “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion
Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
Warning: this part has a smut scene ;)
a/n: in this fic/series I made the characters to have similar ages, and not completely the same as their real age. So technically Jungkook, Jimin and the OC all have the same age. Just a little fyi in case you are confused with the timelines.
Bitty takes a deep breath as he lifts his eyes to meet Jack’s. “Okay. So. Obviously, I’m not getting pregnant any time soon.”
“Bits, I know sex ed is terrible in Georgia, but—”
“Hold your chirps until the end, please.”
This started as smutty, lowkey pregnancy kink and then became tooth-rotting Fluff? Declarations of Love? Healthy Communication™ about future zimbits children? Look at these two dorks in love, I can’t even write sex scenes without them getting all adorable about it. Nsfw immediately under the cut~