Shallura - In which Allura who smashed down a metal door with brute strength alone, and literally threw the man like a piece of meat? Both are young and forced into situations where they had to grow up before their time which is something they can sympathize and relate to with. Not to mention there’s a lot of things both us and Allura herself have yet to discover about her. Fly Shiro, fly!
Shunk - They’re EQUALLY intelligent and Hunk is confirmed PHYSICALLY STRONGER and if he was more battle smart/fit, could actually wreck Shiro. Hunk would probably be the castle’s reigning arm wrestling champion! People seem to also forget Hunk isn’t a pushover, if something doesn’t seem right to him, he’s going to call shit out on it and would make sure something is done about it.
Shidge - Definitely has a power imbalance, look at this take-no-shit tiny nerd own Shiro on sheer intelligence alone. Pidge made a freaking functional satellite on her own out of random metal scraps just floating in space, and has killed a man Galra. No one is safe, not even Shiro. I think it’s also good to point out that pretty much the majority of Shidge shipper DO NOT ship them at 14 and 25, so don’t give me any of that age shit. If you argue about why people make Pidge so small, fun fact: small people exist!
Sheith - Keith is a one man army, even when he got his arse handed to him by fucking spies with god only knows how much more battle experience under their belts, he’d keep going and fought on sheer tenacity alone and eventually figured his way out. Keith ain’t no delicate flower who’d bend over backwards just because he loves Shiro, the man has proven he’s willing to make sacrifices for the greater good, even if it’s going to hurt.
Shance - Granted it’s a bit hard to find evidence for (we’re only 2 seasons in, there’ll hopefully be more material for it in the future) but Lance has already proven to be very good at improvising and think quick in stressful situations, not to mention he ain’t their sharpshooter for nothing. Plus Lance is known for being a very social creature; he’d be insanely switched on when it comes to relationships, platonic, familial, romantic, or otherwise, and he clearly knows about self care especially from an emotional standpoint.
Can we please stop dismissing these characters quality traits just to shit on ships and treating them as if they were infants? And can we please stop slandering Shiro, the man has never done any abusive thing towards any of his teammates and would never do it willingly *coughcoughKurocoughcough*, and there’s more statements confirming he’s a teen than the supposed 25 so don’t even start. As I said, we’re only 2/8 seasons into the story, which means everyone on team Voltron is going to get development and grow in both their skills and as people; 6 more seasons of watching this group become terrifying forces of nature.
And if anything, if you want to protect anyone it should be this poor 4/5 year old. Baby’s been though enough already.
She’s Just Not That Into You » Part I (A Harry Styles Miniseries)
First and foremost, I need to dedicate this miniseries to @stylesunchained. If it weren’t for B, this idea would’ve never come to fruition. It’s been so lovely to torture you with snippets of this story, and now it’s finally here! And yes, the whole damn thing is dedicated to you, my beautiful friend.
Secondly, I need to take the time to thank @cuddlemusclestyles for her knowledge of England and always answering my questions about it. I would be lost without you, for you are my own personal Google.
And, of course, thank you all for the interest you’ve expressed for this miniseries. It’s always that much more enjoyable to write when you know you’ve got people rooting for you. I hope I don’t disappoint you.
He didn’t know it back then. He didn’t care about it. Ignored all his classmates who were passing around lewd magazines and just continued browsing why on earth pluto was no longer a planet. The injustice!
When his classmates at the Garrison asked him if he ever had a girlfriend “Never had one.” “A boyfriend then?” “Nope. None of that either.” “But why?” “I was not aware it was a requirement, Charles.” Others thought he was a snob and a bit snarky after that.
At night he just read books. Sometimes he drew things like spaceships and alien warships. He loved outer space and he was going to be an ace pilot and be the youngest pilot to go on a mission. His roommate gave up inviting him to parties to meet possible mates. “Have fun.” “You too.”
When he wanted to be alone, he snuck up to the rooftop just so he could trace the constellations and get more inspiration for his drawings. He liked the quiet and the natural light the moon gave him to see what he was drawing on his skethpad. “What are you doing in a place like this at this hour, cadet?” Keith looked up to see the one and only Garrison Golden Boy. “I could say the same for you, Sir.” He got back to drawing. Shiro sat beside him and just watched him draw in silence.
It became a thing. Shiro finding Keith on the rooftop, reading or drawing. They usually didn’t even talk, until Shiro broke their usual silence. “How come you’re always up here? Why are you not with your friends? It’s not everyday you get to be in the city and have fun.” Keith shrugged. “Hmm. Not really my type of fun or thing.” “Huh. Interesting.”
They became friends after that. Their feet dangling on the rooftop as Shiro would tell Keith a joke or something that happened to him in class. Keith didn’t draw all the time, he’d have the sketchpad on his lap and just laugh and tell Shiro things too.
Their conversation led to talking about crushes one time, because that topic was always interesting. “Had my first crush back in elementary,” Shiro laughed. “A bit silly to be honest. Then she liked me back and we became a couple.” “Wow. That’s so… young.” Keith chuckled. “How about you? Who was your first crush?” Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ve never had one.” “What?” Shiro asked, a bit scandalized at the revelation. “No way!” “I just haven’t seen anyone that way, I guess. If it happens, then it happens. But to be honest, I don’t think anyone will even like me since I’m not into that or see anyone like that.” Keith forced a fake cough. Shiro was silent for a while and then he smiled. “Keith, do you know the word for that?” “The word for what?” Keith looked confused. “The word for what I think you are,” Shiro smiled fondly. “It’s asexual. Or ace for short. It’s basically someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction.” Keith blinked. “Oh.” Then he smiled. “I like that. Ace. What a nice word.” “It is. You’re literally an Ace Pilot.” Shiro laughed. “Oh, shut up.” Keith nudged Shiro playfully, causing his skethpad to fall.
The next few months they were on the rooftop, Keith started the talk. “I think I have my first crush now.” “Oh really? Who is it?” Shiro raised an eyebrow, curious. “It’s basically someone you admire, right?” “Yeah.” Keith nodded. “Okay, I’m sure it’s a crush then.” “Keith! Who is it? Oh my god. Don’t kill me this way, man. I must know!” Keith laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll know one day, Shiro.” Shiro sat back, thinking that was probably enough of an answer. “Okay, so you have this crush on someone now. What do you want to do?” “I might want to hold his hand one day. If he’d let me.” Shiro smiled at his friend. “I hope you get to hold that boy’s hand, Keith.”
A few months later, Keith asked Shiro if he could hold his hand.
harry: nice eyes, will probably ruin your entire life with sarcastic one liners, normally pretty chill but has a temper that could kill a man, really wants to see the best in everyone, hated by Petunia for no fault of his own, raised without magic, Snape says he cares about his wellbeing but treats him like shit, kinda oblivious half the time, harnesses the Power of Love™
ginny: pureblood gryffindor w a “blood traitor” family, star chaser, popular af and knows it, no chill, only cares what a very select group of people think, probably into bad puns, had a crush on Harry for years before it was reciprocated, secretly a giant nerd but will deny it to her death
in short: ginny is actually james and harry’s lily, tbh
he would absolutely demolish you, laugh about it, and then give you tips on how to up your muscle mass. overall a worthwhile bonding experience. fight craig.
she is a fucking baby. also craig would not hesitate to snap your neck. dont fight river.
brair and hazel:
not only are they crafty as hell, they also have a mean softball swing. if you catch them without their bats youll win, but only long enough for craig to kill you in retaliation. dont fight brair and hazel.
you could, and you'd probably win since his soft fragile goth skin has likely never seen the light of day. but why? he's already insecure. don't do it. the only fighting you should do including damien is against his insecurities
motherfucker straight up tried to recreate the cask of amontillado with his classmate. his gangly weak appearances are a clever ruse. he will kill you and do it inspired by edgar allan poe. dont fight lucien.
the man can barely speak to someone normally, he wont even know how to accept your fight proposal. all youre doing is making yourself look like a dick, while giving him an anxiety attack. dont fight mat.
seriously? shes like twelve. dont fight carmensita.
hes just trying to make a living man. not to mention how worried his mother will be about him. dont fight pablo.
hed just laugh and accept. probably overpower you and be annoyingly humble about it. buys you a drink after. very damaging to your pride. dont fight brian.
she is TEN. dont fight daisy.
did you see his moves in his route? motherfucker will go hulkamania on you. what he lacks in size he makes up for in the pure disregard for his health that only an overworked teacher can have. don't fight hugo.
what the fuck is with you and fighting kids? dont fight ernest.
you could, but considering the likelihood he's secretly in a cult with his four, maybe three, children, id strongly advise against it. dont fight jospeh.
she would stab you with her razor sharp nails. even if you managed to get her off guard, robert would kill you in revenge. dont fight mary.
chris, christie, christian, chrish:
THEY ARE CHILDREN. DO NOT FIGHT CHILDREN.
if you stood strong through his made up rules you might have a chance. he may also stab you. mary is undoubtedly waiting in the wings to finish you off. dont fight robert.
she may not win the fight, but shell ruin your reputation. by the time shes done with you not even the mailman will want to go to your house because he doesnt want to be associated with you. dont fight val.
what the fuck is wrong with you? im revoking your dad license. dont talk to me or my daughter ever again. get out of my house.
Okayy so I recently ruined my life by watching like 14 years
of a tv show in less than a month. So now, yes, I sold my soul to the one and
only supernatural fandom (courtesy of @downworlderss)
I just got a couple of remarks for this show and none of it
had any structure or order so here we go.
*MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ALL THE SEASONS*
This show fucking ruined me, binge-watched seasons 1-12 in about 4 weeks, my
pinterest board had over 700 pins in like a week afterwards
It started off genuinely creepy and then kinda digressed and
idk if I just got desensitised or what
John Winchester is a terrible father
Bobby Singer is an amazing father
I was really confused when season 5 ended because I still
had 6 more dvds (and season 12 on amazon prime cause I couldn’t get the
freaking dvd because being British sucks sometimes) and I thought it was ending
at season 5 because DEAN WAS FINALLY HAPPY DAMNIT
It was about season 7 when I got a new pair of glasses ‘cause
my eyesight got worse and made the realisation that JENSEN ACKLES HAS FRECKLES
Called it that Chuck was God from the moment I saw him- he literally fucking told them he was a god come onnn
Dean’s contact name for Castiel in season 11 or 12 or
whatever better be a fucking joke because it’s Cas not Cass
I thought I couldn’t hate Metatron more and then he goes and spells his name with a double S and I decided he needed to die
The subtitles also say Cass (on amazon anyway) and.. just
no, okay? It’s CAS
Cried when Cas killed Balthazar
Kevin’s life went to absolute shit and idk if it was terrifying or hilarious
THE FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN J2 AND MISH IRL YES
Naomi is actually the worst, why do more people not hate on
her? She tortured Cas and I am not okay with that I was happier when she died
than when Metatron did I’m not joking
Sam kinda breaks my heart
THE WINCHESTER RELATIONSHIP SAM AND DEAN HAVE SUCH BROTHERLY COMPASSION DIE FOR EACH OTHER ALWAYS
Gadreel was decent, okay? I think I genuinely liked him and
I don’t care.
I mean I know he killed Kevin but still
CROWLEY OWNS THE FREAKING MOON
Cas, honey, you’re a wonderful person/angel but mannn do you
fuck up sometimes, I mean seriously
Misha Collins is a fucking incredible human being and his
acting skills give me goosebumps I’m deadly serious. What with Cas and Crazy!Cas
and Castifer and Godstiel and Levi!Cas and MetaMisha I have so much respect for
this man and he is a national treasure.. of America.. damnit
I threw something when Charlie died
Lucifer is actually really cute (mainly just when he’s in
Sam’s head though) but yeah, I think I love satan is this an issue
Okay but sometimes it hits me that Jared and Jensen and Misha are just three middle-aged dads running around pretending to stab things and smite demons I think that’s beautiful
I think I cried when the angels fell I can’t remember
Fuck Adam, I don’t care about him honestly- if he comes back
he’s gonna be a crazy bitch- we should all just forget about him like the boys
I’m pretty sure Mary Winchester is actually a terrible
Jody Mills is a fucking incredible mother, she’s like mum
Season 12 made me hate my own nationality because THE
BRITISH MEN OF LETTERS CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES OKAY I was so happy when the
freedomsquad rolled in with their whiskey and flannel and UGHH it was so good
to see Britain fall, okay?
Apart from Mick, he was okay… before he died
Okay, but the season 12 finale
I WAS SOBBING FOR A SOLID 14 MINTUES
I HAD TO LEAVE MY HOUSE I WALKED UNTIL I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE I
TURNED OUT I WALKED 6 MILES FROM MY HOUSE SO I HAD TO WALK 6
12 MILES BECAUSE OF CAST-FUCKING-IEL
Dean’s reaction made me wanna throw myself off a bridge
I didn’t even care about the Nephilim by that point
Just Cas’s relationship w/ Dean (I am neutral ground between
platonic and destiel atm) but whatever you think you cannot deny that these two
fucking love each other and it’s just so damn beautiful
JIMMY NOVAK IS THE BEST FATHER IN THIS THING
The Novak storyline just makes me cry
Lucifer Cas was genuinely disturbing at times but this fucking line is now my life
Actually so many things Castifer says and just the way Misha portrays all of the alter egos. It’s just amazing.
When we’re introduced to Levi!Cas Misha freaking Collins wtf how do you do that crazy thing with your eyes that makes you look like a completely different person
When Dean calls Cas his brother and says ‘i want you to know that’ is so fucking important to me because this wonderful being has been hunted by his angel brothers and sisters and Dean Winchester does not idly throw around a word like brother this scene was so special
Castiel’s wings scorched onto the ground just hit me so fucking hard and goddamnit it I can’t deal with that because he’s actually dead
-I’ll probably think of a load more this show man…
HOW THE FRICKATY FRACK DID I FORGET GABRIEL
The car scene with Gabe and Cas and the parallels between them and the Winchester boys
BITCH PLEASE YOU’VE BEEN GOD MORE OFTEN THAN DAD HAS
I don’t think I stressed Balthazar enough because his death and the fact that Cas did it killed me.. and him
Crowley crowley crowley crowley
These boys are frustrating as fuck sometimes get your damn feelings sorted out you are brothers for fucks sake love each other always
It’s just when they’re like ‘oh we can’t be brothers anymore how could you do that to me’ and I’m sat there thinking ‘YOU LITERALLY DID THE SAME EXACT THING TO HIM LAST FUCKING SEASON COME ON’
Alsooo when Cas is Castifer everyone just seems to forget that, hello, CAS IS BEING POSSESSED BY LUCFIER DO YOU WANNA KEEP HIM SAFE IS HE YOUR FRIEND OR WHAT. And then Dean goes ‘what about Cas’ and I’m marginally satisfied
LOVED THIS SCENE
I always love Lucifer until he goes after Cas and then I hate Lucifer and when he’s doing something else I love him again
This is not devil worship
Sam’s exasperation and the bitch face is honestly so funny to me I have no idea
The fact that Cas thinks so little of himself that the only way he believes he can be ‘of use’ to the boys is BY ENDLESSLY SACRIFICING HIMSELF
YOU’RE FUCKING LOVED
Also the way Dean screams Cas’s name and how Sam has to drag him back through the portal to their side in the season 12 finale PFFFH don’t even get me started
So is Gabe alive or what?
So is Cas alive or what?
SO AM I ALIVE OR WHAT
The storyline with Hannah and Cas was SO uncomfortable
Like, they’re literally siblings and the whole weird half-romantic subplot was just… ergh
I’m so fucking hyped for season 13, give me scooby-doo spn and I sure hope it’s Gabriel because, honestly, who else would put them in scooby-doo, pleaseeee give me richard speight jr
I’ve been reading a ton of fanfic, this has ruined me. There’s this wonderful author on fanfic.net called 29pieces who does amazing fics and they’re my life now
Cas’s eyes yes please give me the sky
Spn is creepy ass monsters and traumatizing characters and heartbreaking scenes
But sometimes they just throw in a crack episode and they keep me sane, honestly. I would be in a limitless pool of tears if not for the crack eps and the gag reels
THE GAG REELS
THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITES HE GOES FROM CAS TO MISHA IN LIKE A SINGLE SECOND
Back to sadness
CAS’S FACE AFTER METATRON SAYS ‘he’s dead too’
And he sees dean’s blood on the angel blade
HEARTBREAKING NO THANK YOU
SEASON 9. MAKES. ME. SO ANGRY. HOW DARE SAM AND DEAN HUNT WHILE CAS IS HOMELESS AND COLD AND A L O N E
I’m so sad about Cas being homeless because Misha and oh my god
Future!Cas also makes me sad because I know it’s funny and all to see Cas high but thinking about the road that led him there is not
Thinking about Cas’s depression that led him to drug abuse keeps me up at night
I NEED CHUCK TO TELL CAS HE’S HIS FAVOURITE BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY PLEASE
My angel feels inadequate and I cannot handle that today
Cicero Who wins: ???
I don’t know who will win this but please, he is so egotistical. Beat him up. Do it.
Who wins: Nobody
No one benefits from this. Why would you fight Vergil? What kind of evil person would do that??? He’s not hurting anyone, he is too precious. Don’t fight Vergil.
Who wins: You
Dude is essentially a scrawny little white boy. if you punch him he will probably cry. Do it. Fight Catullus.
Who wins: You
BUT he will probably sass you so badly in one of his poems and you will never be able to live it down. Don’t do it. Don’t fight Martial.
Who wins: You
I know you want to punch him, hell I wanna punch him, but you’ll regret it. He’ll probably seduce everyone in your family after. Who cares though. Drop kick that son of a bitch. Fight Ovid.
Who wins: Caesar
I know his poems are shit and he deserves to get punched in the face for them but don’t fight him. Dude is a renounced general and is practically unstoppable. Don’t fight Caesar. He will kill you.
Who wins: You
Dude is so fucking old you can probably KO him in one punch. Do it. Fight Seneca.
Who wins: Horace
He was a fucking officer in the military. If he wanted to, he could kill a man. Plus if you fought him you would probably make Vergil sad. Don’t do it. Don’t fight Horace.
Who wins: You
Please look towards the entirety of De Rerum Natura. Dude is a weak ass fucking nerd. Do it. Fight Lucretius.
Who wins: Petronius
He is metal as HELL. He does basically anything he wants and chose to fucking kill himself before he could be sentenced and will probably not hesitate to punch someone in the gut. Don’t do it. Don’t fight Petronius.
Pliny the elder
Who wins: Pliny
He was a military officer and commander. He knows how to fight and stuff. He will most likely not hesitate to beat you up. Don’t do it. Don’t fight him.
Pliny the Younger Who wins:??? Who wins this is irrelevant. Dude practiced law. He’s practically BEGGING for someone to punch him. Do it. Fight him.
Who wins: ???
I honestly don’t know who will win but he looks deeply distressed in every picture ever as well as completely punchable. Do it. Fight Quintilianus.
Who wins: You
Look he may have written about wars, but he didn’t do shit. You can punch him in the face easily. The only issue is that he’s a sweetie and you’ll feel super bad about it after.
Prompt: "If you want to get technical it costs exactly zero dollars to murder someone if you keep it simple.“
“So you’re going to steal it?” you asked the five criminals sitting in front of you. It wasn’t that you had a problem with it, you wouldn’t be hanging around criminals if you did, you just wanted to make sure you were clear on the plan.
“Why do you keep bringing your girlfriend to these things, Quill?” Rocket looked up at him, his arms crossed.
“What? You came barging in here yelling how you knew what your birthday present to yourself was going to be this year!” Peter threw his arms out angrily.
“Whatever.” Rocket waved him off. “Yeah, we’re going to steal it. But they stole it first. We’re bringing balance to the universe.”
“I don’t think that’s how that works but ok.”
“While we are there, we can steal some of their weapons and give them to the people so that they may defend themselves against any further attacks from these men,” Gamora suggested.
“That’s a good idea.” Peter leaned forward to inspect the blueprints Rocket had provided.
“So now you’re Robin Hood and the merry men?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Gamora is not a man,” Drax pointed out.
“And you’re not so merry, big guy.” Peter gave the specs one last look, before returning his attention to Rocket. “Do you have a plan?”
“It’s a pretty easy to get into. We can just knock most the guards out and I can hack the doors easy.”
“But we may run into a problem here,” The raccoon hopped of his seat so that he could point to the area he was talking about. There was a small blurb of information connected to the area by a short line. “There is a security team here. Hard skulls. Ya know, if you let me buy-”
“I already told you, we don’t have that kind of money,” Peter said dismissively.
”If you want to get technical it costs exactly zero dollars to murder someone if you keep it simple.“ You leaned back slightly, bringing your foot up to rest on the opposite leg. “I’ve been on this planet for awhile. I know the species. They may be hard to knock out, but pretty easy to kill, if you know what you’re doing. Don’t even need that fancy weapon Pete won’t letcha buy.”
Rocket looked up at you, clearly shocked. “I change my mind, Quill. You should bring her to more of these things.”
“I am Groot.”
“I don’t care. I like her plan.”
“We made a promise to the Nova man not to kill anymore people,” Drax spoke up.
“Guys, relax. I was joking. I’m not gonna help you kill anyone.”
“Were you serious about knowing the species though?” Peter looked at you.
You smiled at him. “Not only that, but I know this group specifically. They’re a highly skilled group of fighters that you can hire as security for the right price. They typically work in teams of five to ten.” Leaning forward and resting your arms on your legs, you looked at the blueprints. “If you can get me into their computer system, I could probably tell you the fighting style and strengths and weaknesses on the team working the day you plan on breaking in. Once you know that, you should be able to incapacitate them.” Pulling your attention away from the blueprints, you were suddenly very aware of the looks you were currently receiving. “I, uh, worked at a bar by their…” You paused searching for what to call it. “Training facility. Get a man drunk enough and you can find out his whole life story.”
“I agree with Rocket,” Gamora looked from you to Peter. “You should bring her to more of these.”
Jaehyun, Taeil, Yuta, Doyoung, Winwin, Mark, Haechan, Johnny, Taeyong, Ten
So I’m a huge HUGE fan of this beautiful man. Jung Jaehyun (Jung Yoon-oh he changed his name) is perfect in everyway. If you didn’t stan him I’ll give you reasons why. I mean why aren’t you even staning him, he’s Jaehyun.
LOOK AT THOSE DIMPLES, HIS SMILE, HIS FACE, HIS HAIR. WHATS NOT TO LIKE?
He can cook and his cooking is up to a whole new level, such boyfriend material. (Love how Winwin is helping)
He can dance, look at this little shit. So rude. STAY IN YOUR LANE JAEHYUN STAY IN YOUR LANE!
He can sing. I’m sorry did you read that correctly? THIS BOY CAN SING. If you never heard him sing, you better go on YouTube and search it up. A VOICE OF AN ANGEL
He’s tall, I know you can’t really tell but he’s 6ft. I don’t know about others but 6ft is pretty tall for me. (I’m 5′6 ½) And If being tall isn’t one of the reasons enough for you to be convince he is boyfriend material, I don’t know what will.
He’s hella sexy and handsome. If you couldn’t tell but oooo his face is just perfect. In .01 second he’s cute and another your calling him daddy. Also those lips thou. I don’t know if it’s just me but his lips look so gentle and kissable.
BUT HIS GAZE THOU. HIS FREAKING GAZE. I could stare into his eyes forever.
He’s good at sports, LOOK AT THOSE ARMS. Note: These pictures aren’t mine credit to the original owner.
He’s cute, such a little cinnamon roll. So cute and fluffy, someone need to protect this precious boy at all cost. (ALSO HOW CAN I BE THAT PILLOW?)
But at the same time he’s hella RUDE. Like boy who do you think you are teasing us. Put that tongue back in your mouth.
Those arms. THOSE SEXY MUSCULAR ARMS. Remember I said someone needed to protect him? Yea forget that more like he’ll protect you, those arms could probably kill a man with one punch.
He shows a lot of skin ship, can I be Chanyeol like I WANT A HUG FROM JAEHYUN. DON’T WORRY CHAN I LOVE YOU TOO. (Look how cute he looks hugging Chanyeol like that)
But at the same time he’s a giant dork. I’m confused half the time who he really is. (ft. Taeil, Winwin and Mark having to deal with this dork)
Overall I have to end this sadly, cause I can’t really put anymore gifs and I have like 1000000+ more reasons but I feel like I will break Tumblr. I hope now you stan him, cause this boy need as much love as he can get. However just love all the members, cause all the members deserve all the love and support they get and have.
(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so
Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid
The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean.
You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky-
A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.
You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some
Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.
You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs.
You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.
“Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes. "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough.
The man whimpers, reaching up
Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor
Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming.
“Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him.
Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.
“What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought.
You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him.
“You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin.
You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net.
“Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies.
Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts.
You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea.
The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible.
“Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you.
James Buchanan Barnes
You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you.
I like Bucky better
You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message.
I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to
“No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand.
You really don’t?
“I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you.
I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all
You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage.
“Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you.
You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage.
“Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow.
"I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.
He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…
It’s day 1, and Chris is mooning over a pretty new thing - all rich dark skin and lips to die for.
Chris gets him to agree to a double date.
And Viktor, the amazing best friend that he is, has agreed to play wingman, despite not being the least bit interested in dating at the moment.
That all changes the moment he lays eyes on possibly the most beautiful human being to walk the planet.
A baby-faced Asian man a few years his junior - with porcelain skin and a shy smile, slender fingers and thighs that could probably kill a man.
He’s just broken up with his girlfriend of two years, Viktor soon learns. He finds himself genuinely upset for Yuuri, for how heartbroken he seems.
They both end up enjoying the date immensely.
And as they’re exchanging numbers, Viktor can’t help but ask.
“Is it okay to fall for you?”
Yuuri is silent for a moment.
“I’m still hurting,” he says. “Ask me again next time.”
It’s day 5, and they’ve been texting nonstop since they met.
They text each other good morning, and wish each other sweet dreams.
Viktor has watched Yuuri grow slowly more and more comfortable with him as time went by, and it’s only made him more and more smitten with Yuuri.
Yuuri tells him about growing up in a tiny little tourist town in Japan - about moving halfway across the world for college, about missing his home and his family and his toy poodle puppy, Vicchan.
And in return, Viktor tells him about St. Petersburg - about parents he stopped caring about long ago, about a little brother who screams and rages to hide how vulnerable he is, about the grandfather who raised them both, and the grouchy figure skating coach who’s perhaps the next closest thing he has to a parent.
It’s nearing midnight, and they’re saying goodbye, Yuuri still extracting promises from Viktor to bring Maccachin over to his and Phichit’s apartment sometime for a visit.
Viktor can’t help but ask.
“Is it okay to fall for you?”
He gets a smiley face in return.
“I’m still not over her,” he replies. “Ask me again next time.”
It’s day 11, and Phichit and Chris have decided they’d prefer to just be friends.
They still send each other selfies and flirt over social media.
It’s the weirdest breakup Viktor’s ever witnessed.
Though he must admit, he’s relieved they still get along so well. He’s gotten used to having Phichit and Yuuri join them on their Friday nights out.
This week, they’ve decided to stay in - watch a movie at Viktor and Chris’s apartment, and stuff themselves with unholy amounts of junk food.
Chris and Yuuri are in the kitchen, fixing up some dinner, when Viktor worries to Phichit that he might be coming on to Yuuri too strong.
Phichit asks, “Has he told you to stop?”
Viktor shakes his head no, explains that Yuuri always tells him the same thing.
Phichit’s face lights up into a wide smile.
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” he reassures. “If he really minded it, he would have asked you to stop.”
Viktor hopes that he’s right. His thoughts must show on his face, because Phichit’s face grows suddenly serious.
“When Yuuri loves,” he explains, “he does it with all his heart. So when it gets broken, it takes a long time to put back together. It might take a while, but it will be worth the wait.”
Viktor smiles, and accepts the encouragement.
Later that night, as Phichit heads out to their car, Viktor stops Yuuri to ask a question.
“Is it okay to fall for you?”
A shy smile is what he gets in return.
“I’ll have to think on that. Ask me again next time.”
It’s day 13, and Viktor sees Yuuri through a coffee shop window.
He’s sitting with a girl Viktor recognizes from Yuuri’s instagram.
Viktor doesn’t ask Yuuri anything that day.
It’s day 19, and Viktor hasn’t talked to Yuuri in almost a week.
It’s day 20, and Phichit’s out of town.
Yuuri asks Viktor if he wants to stay over.
Viktor never has been good at saying no to him.
They stay up late playing video games, joking and teasing as if they’ve known each other all their lives.
It’s almost 3 when they finally decide it’s time to turn in.
Yuuri hesitates at the foot of the sofabed Viktor will be spending the night on.
Viktor meets his searching gaze, and doesn’t know what to say except, “Sweet dreams.”
Yuuri looks disappointed for a moment, before smiling and replying in like.
He turns to walk away, hands twisting nervously into the hem of his shirt.
And with a shock, Viktor knows suddenly what he is waiting for.
Reaching out, he grabs Yuuri’s hand, and the words tumble out breathless and clumsy.
“Is it okay to fall for you?”
A soft sigh escapes Yuuri’s lips, and he turns to collapse into Viktor’s arms.
“She remembered you. I was there. She got all weepy about it.”
Steve’s heart dropped, his mouth gaped open and his eyes glared down at the man in his grip.
“Til they put her brain back in the blender,”a little smirk appeared on Rumlow’s scarred face.
“Where is she,” Steve dragged the man to his feet, keeping a tight grip on him.
“She’s with you pal, your buddy, your Bucky. Both of them disappeared after your little fight. He was such a good soldier too. But her? Oh man, she could make a grown man weep. And those legs of hers? Ah, that sweet little pus-”
A fist to his face stopped the rest of the word from coming out, Steve punched him three more times, until the anger subsided.
The man laughed through his bloodied lips, “Must kill you to know your pal is somewhere with your girl. Probably in between her legs as we speak.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve maintained the fury in his veins, because at least he knew both Bucky and you were somewhere alive and well. “But thank you for that valuable information.”
Rumlow’s face fell silent and Steve smirked. “I’ll find them and when I do, you’ll be the first to know.”