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First Kiss | Jungkook

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Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

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Synopsis: “I love oreos, but you know that thing after you eat them and your teeth are black and it looks like you’re on some crazy drugs and your teeth are rotting or something?” You snickered at your own explanation and the way Jungkook’s mouth was open agape, eyes squinted as he tried to picture the image you were so unskillfully painting. “It’s annoying, but you still like them. It’s the same for you.

A/N: I’m a bit rusty. I hope it’s not terrible. For @maroukimarouki

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It was Saturday night, just one of many you had spent with them. The setting of your friendly reunion was nothing special, just the chaotic living room of their dorm. The feast you were enjoying was not expensive wine or exotic cheeses, but coke, chips and gummy worms; and you could have not been happier, stuffing doritos in your mouth until you were about to choke, to perfectly recite the lines of Cypher Killer without stuttering —at least if you did not want to carry a penalty out.

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POTC 5: Barbossa, Salazar, and an Alternate Ending

WARNING: SPOILERS

I have been a big fan of the POTC franchise since the beginning, and while I honestly think that Disney is trying too hard to milk every last penny from it and that POTC 5 should be the last of the series (or perhaps that it should have ended before now), I will say that, despite its flaws, the most recent installment wrapped up a lot of loose ends nicely and gave us some great additions to POTC lore and character development. While Jack, unfortunately, suffered a bit in this film–his usual wit and charm replaced almost entirely with attempts at comic relief–Barbossa and Salazar generally make up for it.

Throughout the series, Barbossa has been, in my opinion, one of the most morally ambiguous and well-developed characters, and this installment only furthered my convictions. Originally viewed as a villain opposite Jack, Will, and Elizabeth in the first film, by film number three, he has teamed up with the main couple to help rescue Jack and fight against the “bigger” Big Bads Davy Jones and the British Navy. Here, he is portrayed as being a bit more noble (well, by pirate standards, anyway) and shows great respect for Elizabeth as the Pirate King when she steps up and leads them into battle. By film number four, he has apparently become a privateer (though primarily out of a desire to hunt down Blackbeard in revenge for taking The Pearl, and with it, his leg) but this endeavor doesn’t last long, and as soon as Blackbeard is off the radar, he goes back to his pirating ways. And even AS a privateer, we see a moment of what cruelty he is capable of when he leaves his crew to die at the hands of the mermaids. Nevertheless, he pretty much fully redeems himself in the most recent film through his relationship with his daughter. While, admittedly, it was a bit cheesy and perhaps somewhat out of character at times, I loved the implication that there was once a woman Barbossa genuinely loved and that, upon her death, thinking himself incapable of raising the child, he was actually strong enough to do the right thing and find a place to take her in. It was strange yet incredibly touching getting to see this softer side of Barbossa. The moment Carina slapped him for (supposedly) insulting her father, you could see it in his eyes that he was torn between feeling hurt and ashamed of what he was and simultaneously being proud of her for having the guts to stand up to a pirate of his stature in defense of her father. I would honestly have loved to get an entire film’s worth of father/daughter moments between these two, and after seeing him come so far as to be willing to sacrifice himself for her safety, I really hated to see him go. More on that later…

As for Salazar, I am not yet quite sure what to think about him or how to categorize his character. On the one hand, we have to remember that we are (technically) rooting for the “bad guys” by society’s standards, and while we all love Jack & co., pirates were a real and troubling threat to merchant vessels, the navy, etc. Not everyone they attacked deserved it, and not all pirates are as morally decent as Jack, Will, Elizabeth, etc. usually are. In his mind, Salazar is doing his duty to society and protecting the innocent. Yes, we get a glimpse of him refusing to show mercy to a group of pirates who have surrendered, but to be fair, had their roles been reversed, many pirates might not have shown mercy either. Additionally, Salazar has a personal motivation to dislike pirates, as they were responsible for the deaths of both his father and grandfather–men whom he looked up to, respected, and probably loved. We don’t know exactly how old he was when this happened, but if he was still a child at the time, it would have been EXTREMELY difficult for his mother, as a single woman during a time when most respectable women were not employed much outside the home, to support him and herself. Furthermore, Jack–as a boy–both humiliated him and doomed him to what must have felt like an eternity of a ghostly/undead existence trapped in the Devil’s Triangle. I was reminded, here, of a parallel between the Salazar/Jack relationship and that of Captain Hook and Peter Pan… Jack, much like Peter, is the young, cocky boy who somehow manages to get the best of the more experienced, older sailor. In the original novel, there is actually a line about how Hook (who is stuck in a place which for a child is paradise but for an adult is a living nightmare) feels like a lion in trapped in a cage into which a sparrow has flown. Similarly, Salazar himself tells us that he is the one who gave Jack the surname “Sparrow” because he was “up in the crow’s nest…like a…like a little bird.” Whether or not the parallels were intentional, I don’t know, but as a long-time fan of Hook, it definitely made Salazar a more interesting and sympathetic character to me. On the other hand, Salazar is incredibly legalistic (like Inspector Javert on steroids), obsessive, merciless, and unnecessarily cruel. I realize the Spanish and English navies weren’t exactly friendly toward each other, but you have to admit, Salazar and his crew slaughtering the members of the British navy who enter the Devil’s Triangle was rather uncalled for. It’s like he did it just because he could. He is also so focused on ending Jack’s life that he leaves his newly un-cursed crew to drown at the bottom of the sea. Then again…Barbossa did almost the exact same thing with his privateer crew in the previous film when he left them for the mermaids, and we still root for him… Why is it that when Will Turner seeks revenge on Davy Jones for cursing his father or when Barbossa seeks revenge on Blackbeard for stealing the Pearl and the loss of his leg, we root for them, yet when Salazar has an equally legitimate reason to hate Jack, he is a villain? (I know, I know… Because it’s Jack’s story and you can’t really dislike the protagonist. But still…) Salazar is an interesting guy, and it just seemed WAY too easy to have him turn mortal for all of five minutes and then immediately kill him off. Plus, I felt bad because DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE TURNED HUMAN AGAIN?!?! He was practically on the verge of weeping for joy! I really wish they would have allowed for him to potentially return in human form for future films. I also have to wonder, having earlier mentioned his likeness to Javert, if put in a similar situation in which the pirates shattered his illusion of the world as morally black and white, he might have had a change of heart (or ya know…a mental breakdown…). Either way, I wish we got more Salazar.

…Which brings me back to the point I was making before… As moving and poignant as Barbossa’s death was, I don’t believe that was actually necessary. Realistically, with Salazar mortal and his entire crew swept away by the sea, it would have been easy for Jack’s crew to take him out once the anchor was raised and everyone was back onboard the Pearl. He would have been severely outnumbered, and they could have easily killed him or taken him captive. True, you could argue that Barbossa was worried Salazar would get to Carina first and harm her before they were back on the ship, but with him in mortal form, all Carina would really have to do to disable him is give him a swift kick in the face. Besides, if she hadn’t been so overwhelmed in the moment, I don’t think Carina would have willingly let go of her father’s hand. She literally JUST found out that the man who saved her life, the infamous pirate captain of Blackbeard’s former ship The Queen Anne’s Revenge, is the man she has spent her entire life searching for. You can’t convince me that she wouldn’t have clung to him for dear life if she had been in her right mind. I don’t blame her, mind you–it’s a lot to take in in such a short amount of time, and I don’t think she had time to fully process it all, but if she had thought about it, I’m certain she would have refused to let him go.

So imagine it, for a moment….

xxxxx

Barbossa guided her hand to the chain, telling her to hold on as he began to loosen his grip, a sad smile on his face. He only just met his daughter but he was already so proud of her. It was a shame he wouldn’t get to spend more time with her, but perhaps it was better this way.  She had slapped him when he had insulted her father before she knew who he was. If she had known then, he thought, she might have slapped him a second time. Perhaps now, at least, she might see him as something more heroic than the disappointment that he was.

It didn’t take long for Carina to realize what he was doing, her face turning white with horror as his fingers began to slip.

“NO!” she screamed, latching onto his wrist. “I’ve spent all my life searching for you, and now I’ve finally found you! I’m not letting you go now!”

He had not planned for this. He had hoped to go out in figurative blaze of glory, hoped that in his death he might redeem himself in her eyes and make up for the years he had left her alone in the world. But she wouldn’t let him have that satisfaction. She wouldn’t let him go that easily. There was a fierce determination in her eyes, eyes that remind him of another woman he had once loved. And so for her sake, he held on–tighter than he has ever held onto anything in his life.

As the anchor rose from the water, he saw the crew of the Pearl coming to their aid.

“Hector!” Jack shouted down at him from the deck where the others have helped him aboard. There was genuine worry in his voice.

Strange, he mused, how far they have come. For as long as they had known each other, they had always alternated between being at each other’s throats and being brothers in arms. He had once gone to the ends of the earth–to hell and back, as it were–for the Pearl…but also partially for Jack, he admitted. And seeing his current expression, he had no doubts that Jack would do the same for him because, at the end of the day, pirates though they were, they would always have each other’s back.

He climbed aboard, soaked to the skin and looking far more like a wet rat than the fearsome captain that he was, Jack and Gibbs each grabbing an arm to steady him while Henry helped Carina. He recalled, for a moment, the highly unorthodox wedding ceremony he’d performed on the deck of this very ship all those years ago and smiled almost fondly at the boy, wondering if perhaps he’d be performing another in a couple of years. He had missed so much of his daughter’s life… He hoped it wasn’t too late to change that.

Apparently, it wasn’t because the moment her feet hit the deck, she was embracing first Henry, then him.

“Father,” she whispered.

And for the first time in many, many years, he felt the sting of tears behind his closed eyes.

But the moment was cut short as the last few feet of the chain holding the anchor rose from the depths of the sea, carrying with it a final passenger who hoisted himself over the railing and onto the deck–Captain Armando Salazar, in the flesh, at last. Long strands of dark hair, no longer floating freely as they had in his ghostly form, were plastered against his face, but his uniform–though stuck to his skin with the weight of the water it had absorbed–was as pristine-looking as ever. His face had a bit of color now–more olive than the ghastly chalky complexion they’d seen before, but it hardly diminished his intimidating presence, his eyes still hard and cold.

But intimidating or not, he was no longer immortal. And without a weapon in his hand or at his side–the sword he usually carried having been lost to the sea in the midst of all the chaos–he was, for all intents and purposes, defenseless. He was outnumbered, out gunned, and on a ship which was not his own. He was at their mercy.

Almost immediately, there were a half a dozen swords pointed at his throat and nearly twice as many pistols aimed at his chest, no longer permeable as mist but made of flesh and bone beneath which lay the beating heart of a man. His weakness became apparent at nearly the same moment that he felt the heat of the sun upon his cheek and the gentle sea breeze ruffle his hair for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. In the span of seconds, his face displayed a vast array of emotions almost too quickly for his mind to keep up–the proud, determined look of a hunter having cornered his prey replaced instantaneously with that of immeasurable joy, realization, fear, rage, and defeated resignation.

Surprisingly, Jack was the first to lower his weapon, but it wasn’t so much a gesture of mercy as it was an insult. There was no need  for a weapon now. The Spaniard had climbed aboard the Pearl without any men of his own and was now its captain’s prisoner. His only choice was between Jack’s crew and the sharks…and the latter would be much less forgiving. Having experienced death himself before, Jack knew that no sane man who had escaped such a fate would ever take his own life, no matter how desperate. And even if he had considered it, Salazar’s pride would not allow it.

“It would seem,” Jack said, striding across the deck, “that El Matador del Mar has once again met his match. The butcher’s bill has been paid in full. You and your crew have had your humanity restored–that counts for something, I should think. I took your life once. I’ve no desire to take it again, so what say we simply call it even and agree to disagree until I can drop you off on some nice, deserted island, savvy?”

“My crew,” Salazar spat, “is at the bottom of the sea.”

“Well, that’s not my problem, now, is it? I’m not their captain who left them there to drown.”

The Spaniard took a step toward him, forgetting for a moment that he no longer held the sword which often doubled as his cane. He stumbled, then, landing in a heap at Jack’s feet, as his knees buckled at the searing pain that shot up his leg. He was spewing curses, swearing like the sailor that he was in a garbled mix of Spanish and English so viciously that an onlooker who did not speak a word of either language wouldn’t have needed a translation.

“You…!!!” he seethed. “You took EVERYTHING from me!”

He was clawing at the deck, trying desperately to pull himself up, but his leg was too weak. His mortality had returned in full force, bringing with it the fresh pain of an old wound that he had not been able to feel for years. He dragged himself over to the mast that he might have something to brace himself against, crawling on his hands and knees.

“My pride, my ship, my crew, my family, my life, my very soul…” He propped himself up against the mast, too tired and too ashamed to struggle any further. “What more do you want from me?!”

Jack’s gaze softened. “Nothing,” he said quietly. “I never wanted anything from you but my freedom. I wanted you out of my way, I wanted you lost at sea…but I swear on my life I never intended for you to end up…” He gestured to his face, trailing his fingers in lines of imaginary squid ink dribbling down his chin, smacking his lips as though even the thought left a horrid taste in his mouth and shuddered. “Wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

“You have no idea what sort of hell I have been through.”

“Oh, I think I can imagine…”

It was not Jack but Barbossa who had spoken.

Perhaps it was only because Carina was watching and being a father made him want to be a better man, but for whatever reason, Barbossa felt compelled to take pity on the man. Jack had been to The Locker, it was true. And that in and of itself was enough to drive a man to madness… But he had not spent years cursed in an undead state like he and the original crew of the Pearl had. That was something entirely different and drew forth memories of a time which Barbossa did not recall with any fondness. He stepped forward, his own bejeweled peg leg dragging slightly as he walked–another area in which he could all too easily empathize with the man propping himself up against the mast.

“Ye’re always starvin’ but food turns tah ash in your mouth. Always dyin’ of thirst, yet nothin’ ever quenches it. Ye cannot feel–not the sun or the rain on yer face nor the softness of a woman’s touch nor the fiery sting of cold steel slicin’ yer skin. Yer heart no longer beats, yet somehow ye’re still alive. Everything that once had meanin’ is empty and hollow. Ye’re a dead man walkin’.”

Salazar bore a pained expression. For a moment, he could not find his voice. Then…

“How…?” he croaked.

“Yer not the only man what has been cursed in such a manner and lived to tell the tale. Or rather…come back from the dead to tell it.”

At this, Carina gave a start. Realizing that the undead were real was one thing. Realizing that her long-lost father (who also happened to be a pirate captain) had once been among them was quite another. But that, she supposed, was a story for another day. She had so many questions already. Life with her father, it seemed, would be much more complicated than she had anticipated. Yet she could not deny a slight thrill at the thought of more adventures at his side.

“‘Twas our greed and our pride that did us in,” Barbossa continued. “Aztec gold, cursed by the pagan gods… We were warned of the consequences, but we heeded them not. 'Twas yer own pride that did ye in as well, I suspect. Nothin’ would do but tah take yer revenge on every last pirate sailin’ in the Spanish Main for the deaths of yer father and his father before him. I can’t rightly say that I blame ye for that… Ye say that we’re not worthy of bein’ called men at all, that we are loathsome creatures lower than the bilge rats and the barnacles on the hull of a ship. That may be so. I am hardly an honest man.”

He glanced briefly at Carina, looking somewhat ashamed, then returned his attention to Salazar.

“Yet ye do it in the name of honor and justice. But if it’s vengeance yer seekin’, then ye ought to at least have the decency tah call it what it is like the rest of us… There’s as much blood on yer hands as there is on ours. Perhaps more. If ye be satisfied knowin’ that, then by all means, continue yer reign as El Matador del Mar–that is, assumin’ ye make it off this ship alive. But if ye want tah keep tellin’ yerself yer better than us humble pirates, now’s the time tah prove it. Not all men make it to hell and back alive, and one thing I can tell ye, when yer given a second chance at life, ye ought not tah waste it.”

He looked back at Carina.

“Take it from someone who’s wasted too many second chances already.”

The Spaniard laughed bitterly. “You think that by sparing me you may spare yourselves of my wrath when I am free? My life was devoted to hunting down men like you–murderous thieves who take what they can and give nothing back. Without that, what am I?” He glared at Jack. “Give me a weapon, and I will fight you to the death. Or kill me now, like a man. But stop this foolish pretense! We both know what you are, Jack Sparrow!”

“Firstly,” Jack replied, “there should be a 'captain’ in there somewhere. Secondly, despite what you may think, I am neither stupid enough to give you a weapon nor cruel enough to kill an unarmed man. So it seems we are at an impasse.”

He began pacing the deck.

“You know, I once knew a man who thought like you.”

He paused to glance at Henry.

“His father was a pirate…AND a good man. Took him awhile to accept that.”

His gaze returned to Salazar.

“Truth is, the world’s not all black and white, mate, and thank goodness for that because it would be a dreadfully dull place if it was. For example…” He spread his arms wide, taking a mock bow. “I am a pirate. I admit to that. But I am not a cold-blooded killer. You, on the other hand…” He pointed at Salazar with the tip of his sword. “Well, let’s just say they don’t call you 'The Butcher’ for nothing. Now tell me, mate, which one of us is the better man?”

For a moment, Salazar was silent. Then, he looked to Henry.

“You, boy…your father is the captain of the Dutchman?”

“Yes, sir.”

Salazar nodded soberly. “A good man.”

“And a former pirate, I might add,” Jack interjected.

But a deadly glare from the Spanish captain quickly silenced him.

“Right,” he apologized. “Sorry. Continue.”

“He tried to come for us, once. To ferry us to the next world…to set us free from this curse, that we might be at peace.” He laughed darkly. “But there are some places too cursed for even the Dutchman to go.”

Henry nodded soberly. “I’m sorry. He would have done more if he could have, I’m sure.”

Salazar returned the gesture. Though he could not fully explain why, he had a great deal of respect for the boy. He had seen the terror in the boy’s eyes when his crew attacked the British naval ship, yet despite his fear, he did not run but looked death in the face. He was confident, yet not cocky like Jack; quiet, yet he did not hesitate to speak his mind when necessary. And there was another quality the boy had which he did not expect of one with such close ties to pirates–honor. Possessing the boy had given him a glance into the heart and soul of the young man before him, their consciousness merging until one man’s thoughts and emotions were barely distinguishable from the other. He had seen Jack, then, through the boy’s eyes…and he had seen the monster he had become–internally as well as externally, his humanity all but gone. It had been deeply disturbing. Recalling the boy’s thoughts now, he remembered something which he hadn’t taken notice of before, a troubled frown forming on his lips. His eyes shifted tentatively to Jack, and for a moment, he merely held his gaze, causing the pirate to squirm uncomfortably.

“While I was controlling the boy’s mind,” he began, “I saw something…not a memory–at least, not a memory of his… More like a dream…like visions of a legend…a story he had been told as a child…. His father was still a mortal then…. He was dying. You had the heart of Davy Jones in your hand, ready to become the next captain of that otherworldly ship that you yourself might gain immortality…. But you chose to save him instead…. Is this true?”

“Well, now, 'saved’ is a rather strong word, given that becoming the captain of said ship comes with its own curses which is how we ended up in this bloody mess to begin with, searching for the trident….”

Salazar scowled impatiently.

“But technically speaking, yes.”

“I see…” The Spaniard looked to Henry. “You trust this man? This…this pirate?”

Henry slowly lifted his eyes to Jack, then smiled. “With my life, sir.”

Salazar grunted.

“Captain…”

“Yes?” Barbossa, Jack, and Salazar answered simultaneously.

Realizing the need for clarification, Henry started again. “Er…that is…Captain Salazar… If I may ask… While I was subject to your power, I endured a nightmare like nothing I had ever experienced before. I felt…so cold, so isolated… It was as if I were drowning in a darkness and despair so deep that it smothered everything else–all thoughts and emotions consumed by what must have been the last thing that you felt in life…a burning, blinding rage. It was suffocating, as though I was so far removed from humanity that I had forgotten everything and everyone else in the world… My entire identity was gone, my own memories were unreachable–a distant, foggy dream. And yet…one name remained on the tip of my tongue, a name I do not know….”

“Maria,” Salazar whispered reverently.

“The Silent Mary…. It isn’t just the name of a ship, is it?” Henry asked. “Who was she?”

There was a wistful gleam in his eyes. It was the most vulnerable, the most human, he had looked since regaining his mortality.

“The most beautiful woman in all of Spain…my wife.” He smiled sadly. “She was with child when I left. She didn’t want me to go. Of course, I told her not to worry, and I promised her that that mission would be my last…. But then…I never came home.” He looked at Jack. “That is why I was so angry.” He sighed. “I do not know what became of them. She has probably long forgotten about me. If she is even still alive…I doubt she or the child would want to see me now. They would not believe my story…and if they did, they would be repulsed by what I became. I have nothing now. Nothing. No crew at sea, no one waiting at home….” He eyed Jack’s sword almost pleadingly. “What is left but to fight one last fight and at least die with a little honor? Perhaps this time, I will have peace.”

“You do your family a great disservice, sir.” This time, it was Carina who spoke. “If she loved you as much as you love her, then I am certain she never gave up hope. Nor did her child.”

“Oh? How do you know that?”

She was addressing Salazar, but her eyes were on Barbossa, bright with unshed tears.

“The same way that I knew someday, somehow, I would find my father…. And if you truly care about them, who you are…or who you were…none of that will matter when they finally see you.”

“Ah, but you forget… I have neither ship nor crew–”

“We’ll help you find them,” Henry blurted.

“We will?” asked Jack.

“Aye,” Barbossa slapped Jack on the back. “We will.”

“Wait a moment! Wait a moment!” Jack waved his hands. He gestured to Barbossa. “You’re a pirate.” He pointed to Salazar. “He’s a pirate hunter. You want to help him, yet he wants to kill us. DID I BLOODY MISS SOMETHING?!?”

“Well, seein’ as we are aboard MY ship, I don’t see why it should concern ye, Jack,” Barbossa grinned.

“I believe you mean MY ship,” Jack corrected him. “You may have your Queen Anne’s Revenge, but the Pearl is mine. I saved her from Blackbeard’s stash of shrunken ships and protected her with me life.”

“Aye, but I’m the one who freed her for ye. Mister Gibbs,” he addressed the first mate.

“Aye, sir?”

“Set a course fer Spain. We’ve a long journey ahead of us, so we’d best be gettin’ started.”

Gibbs, who had long grown used to the two captains bickering over the ownership of the Pearl, nodded, assuming they would eventually come to some sort of agreement, as they always did.

“Aye-aye, sir.”

“Oh, and Gibbs?” Barbossa stopped him. “Don’t fly the colors.”

“Do I get any say in this at all?” Jack protested.

Barbossa, Carina, and Henry answered in unison. “No!”

Jack sighed. “Alright… Well, then…” He offered Salazar his hand. “I suppose we have a truce?”

Salazar hesitated, then grudgingly accepted the offer, bracing himself against the mast as he pulled himself up to his full height.

“Truce.” Salazar leaned in so his mouth was just above Jack’s ear. “But know this, Sparrow… If I happen to end up on the seas again, if you ever attack a Spanish ship….”

“I know, I know…. You’ll hunt me down and destroy me.” He grinned. “Wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Captain.”

He turned to leave but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“Sparrow….”

Jack looked back at the man who had spent a lifetime of hating men like him and saw the faintest gleam of something that almost resembled respect.

“Gracias.”

Jack nodded. As he walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief, striding up beside Barbossa. “Hector, you owe me one for this,” he grumbled.

Barbossa, who had uncorked a bottle of rum, took a large swig and offered a sip to Jack, who graciously accepted.

“Go easy on it, Jack. We’ve naught but a few barrels left, and as we be sailin’ away from the Caribbean, it may be awhile before we get the chance to restock.”

Jack sighed again and shook his head, looking sadly at the bottle. “Why is the bloody rum always gone?”

okay, you know what i wanna talk about next? drunk jack zimmermann

3k, M, fluff!, alcohol use, basically happy fun sexy times with zimbits, fits in the dan erikson universe (but you don’t have to have read it to get it)

So, Drunk Jack Zimmermann:

I’m thinking that after Jack and Bitty come out, Jack is finally, finally able to take Bitty to a team fundraising event and they both dress up in nice suits and are more nervous than they are willing to admit because… it’s a hockey event for very wealthy people and, well, Bitty listens to his pre-game playlist and Jack goes in with a bit of a game face (and personally vows that he will cause a fucking scene if anyone says one wrong word to Bitty because he is done with being quiet. Bitty should not have to deal with anymore silence in his life.)

Of course, no one is more aware of Jack’s ‘ready to fucking throw down’ face then Eric R. Bittle because they’ve been dating for four years at this point and the last time he’s seen that face, Jack had gently but firmly taken the phone from Bitty’s hands and informed Mrs. Bittle that she was not to call again unless she planned on doing something other than crying.

So Bitty puts on his (slightly more mild) version of a ‘here to fight’ face and they head out.

And then it is very, very awkward because here they are, two gays boys ready to take on the establishment, and it seems no one even wants to fight them. Jack gets swarmed when he arrives (obviously, he is the Captain who led the Falconers to a Stanley Cup Victory in his third year in the league) but no one tries to separate them and no one rudely ignores Bitty in favor of talking to Jack and, really, many people seemed absolutely thrilled that Bitty is there.

So, when a server comes around and offers the group drinks, Jack feels confident enough to release his hold on Bitty and actually take one.

And it just keeps getting better and better. After the first hour or so, Jack has put in enough face time to keep the high-ups happy and they are free to hang out with his team and their wives and more servers come around and Bitty has switched to his left side so he can drink and let his arm dangle off his boyfriend and then when he sees one of his teammates sneak a quick kiss from his girlfriend, Jack realizes that he can do that too and does and–

This is fun.

They are out and no one is being a jerk and Bitty looks fantastic and Jack is allowed to put his hand on Bitty’s shoulders and his lower back and–

“Jack!” Bitty hisses, laughing and pushing at him. “We are at a formal event!”

Okay. Not there. He can’t quite put his hand there.

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AU where bitty is on the lacrosse team and manages to keep the lax bros out of smh’s hair long enough that the boys start to get suspicious

word count: 2252

edit: part 2 here


Bitty has never been the biggest fan of confrontation. On the contrary, he spends a great deal of time avoiding most conflict these days. Even on the field, confrontation is Bitty’s mortal enemy, a fact proven by the way he freezes up and nearly passes out every time someone threatens to check him.

There is one place Bitty accepts (if not exactly welcomes) confrontation, though, and that’s in the safety of the lax house. Or, more often, the safety of the front lawn of the lax house when the pesky hockey team across the street starts trouble. Realistically, he knows his own team contributes to some of the bickering and fighting that goes on on that lawn, but more often than not it’s the hockey team who barges over uninvited to complain about this or that.

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“Cloak of Protection”

I watched “Doctor Strange” last week and then @bloody-bee-tea watched it too and afterwards she said “Okay but what if the cloak of levitation always wraps around Tony whenever he’s near” and I was like “yes, this needs to happen”

So it happened. I love the cloak.

Set after Civil War. Dedicated to @bloody-bee-tea<3


“Sir?”

JARVIS’ voice cuts through the music and Tony “hmm”’s, not looking away from the new suit he’s working on. It’s the best one he has ever created, made from a new alloy he invented together with T'Challa, faster, sleeker.

Made to withstand super-human strength.

“Sir, you have a visitor”, JARVIS speaks up again and this time, Tony looks up, frowning slightly. Rhodey hasn’t left the tower, hasn’t left Tony alone since the rest of the team moved back in; since -to the public- they became “The Avengers” again.

“Who is it?”

“Doctor Stephen Strange asks if you would have a moment for him, sir.”

That certainly gets Tony to perk up. He even smiles as he gets up, practically bouncing over to the stairs. “Sure, send him up! Did he say what he want?”

“He said it would be a visit to a friend.”

And with everything that has happened, with all the shit and hurt and betrayal Tony dealt with, nothing warms his heart more than this simple sentence. Of course he still keeps the possibility of Strange wanting a favour in mind, but maybe this really is just a friendly visit.

Tony wanders up the stairs – and freezes.

He doesn’t even mean to, but-

Four months have not been enough to make him forgive Steve – or forget what he’d done. Some nights are still filled with nightmares, of Steve kneeling on top of him, shield raised, crushing it into the ARC.

Nothing has even really changed between them. They barely talk aside from the orders given on the battlefield and Steve is always cold towards Tony, a hard, steely expression ever-present on his face when they are in the same room.

Just like now.

Tony freezes in his steps for a second, before he plasters on a smile, wide and fake. He has the cuffs around his wrists to call the suit; he has improved the sensors in his body. He reminds himself that the suit will be here sooner than Steve can attack him-

Suddenly, there is a sound, like something rushing through the room.

In the next moment, Tony feels something wrap around him, settling warm and oddly comforting on his shoulders.

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Gajevy Week: Prompt: Longing Missed Glances

Gajevy

Smidgen Gruvia

JuviaxLevy BrOTP

Rated:

Prompt: Longing

One-Shot

Missed Glances

Post Eclipse Celestial Spirits Arc

Levy goes to Juvia for some advice, it turns out, while she may be smart, she missed a lot more than she ever did.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Juvia glanced at her bedroom door, it had been a couple days since she and everyone else returned from the Spirit World. Outside of everyone who went, no one had memories of what had transpired.

It left a lot of people in a weary state, especially those that had been transformed into constellations.

“Juvia, can I talk to you?” Levy’s voice came through the door, and Juvia tilted her head. While she and Levy were friends, they didn’t hang out too much.

It was disappointing when she thought about it. But, she noticed Levy was a very quiet girl when it came to things like that. Outside her small social ring or Jet, Droy, Lily, Gajeel, Cana, Wendy, and Lisanna. Even then, she spent most of her time with the first four, and that was mainly because them men all hovered around her.

Juvia had taken a bit to realize, Levy was extremely friendly, but also extremely introverted. While Lucy could be seen as the blunette’s best friend, the two rarely hung out outside of the Guild, and here at Fairy Hills, the smaller blunette hung out with Wendy because the youngest female spent a lot of time with Levy, reading and learning about different types of magic.

Outside of a more familial bond with Wendy, Jet, and Droy and outside the affectionate and friendship type relations she had with Gajeel and Lily, respectively, she didn’t open up very much.  

“Of course, Levy. Juvia is always willing to talk.” Juvia replied as she opened the door. She wasn’t greeted by the usual warm smile that screamed Levy. She was met with a nervous look that made Juvia want to hug the girl and never let go.

“I-I know you and I don’t talk much. And I know that’s mainly my fault. I… I’m sorry. But… can I ask for your advice?”

Her slow stutters made Juvia worry.

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anonymous asked:

Are requests open?? Could you do a HC or write a little scenario where MC is childhood friends with the RFA and they haven't seen each other in ages, so they don't recognize them at first when they show up in the chat? I'd love to see this written in your style! Thanks so much :D

Hello everybody and so sorry I’ve been awol again. However, I wasn’t completely useless as I established some MC’s so everyone has their own girl with their own personality as they do in the game. You can get to know the MC’s here and a masterlist of all my work which is updated regularly here. I hope you enjoy and as always 

|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||


♬Zen♬

“You’re singing it wrong.” Despite the words having been spoken gently Hyun tensed with shock, instantly spinning around to see whom had spoken. Usually he’d been uninterrupted when staying behind after class to practice singing. He told his parents that he was staying late to study, which in itself wasn’t a lie, he just wasn’t studying for school. Apparently the silence had lasted too long as the girl’s friendly smile wavered a little and she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, but you had a little twist in words”, she continued, chuckling nervously. It was such a sweet sound, Hyun noted. Her voice was very soft and pleasant and it made him wonder what she sounded like while singing.

“Why don’t you sing it to me? I learn best by listening.” She blushed but gave a quick nod before clearing her throat and proceeding to sing. To this day Zen hadn’t heard a voice like that. Despite it being a traditional and complicated song the girl didn’t miss a single note, capturing him to the point he could merely stare in wonder. “W-who are you”, he’d asked, cheeks reddened. “My name is Macy Cain”, the girl had replied, bowing to him politely. “And you’re Hyun. I’ve been listening in on you for a while now. I’ve never heard such a pretty voice. I was really looking forward to hearing you perform at the summer festival, but it turned out you’re not in the choir. I was wondering why? It’s such a waste for you not to be.”

Usually Zen kept to himself but something about that sweet, little girl captivated him. That evening he told her about his parents and his brother, opening up his heart for the first time. Macy listened to his every word, never once judging or even interrupting. By the time the sun had started to set the two of them had talked for hours and Hyun felt a lot lighter around the heart. They talked like that every day, singing together in the empty classroom, a sacred moment shared between only the two of them. For three years their friendship lasted, until their ways parted when it was time to go to high school. That entire time though Macy never missed an opportunity to support and encourage Hyun. “You have to promise me something, yes? Follow your dreams and never give up. Your talent belongs on a stage and one day…one day I want to see you up there with the big ones.”


“Everyone, gather around. The live performance is starting”, Jaehee announced, getting all the members attention. Zen smiled down at you lovingly, offering a hand to help you up. You graciously accepted it, following him to the dance floor where everyone was gathering. You’d hired a band for the RFA party and they were about to open the dance floor with their first performance. Zen had already wrapped his arm around your middle, holding your hand in his when the woman began to sing. The two of you froze at the same time, both of you turning your gaze to the front. Zen’s eyes widened as he stared up at the stage, his silent gasp slowly turning into a smile as memories started to flood back in. Ah yes, that song, he’d heard it before. Zen closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting the music sweep him up. It was a sweet reminder of a much simpler time.

That is when it hit him. The faint sound of a familiar voice barely audible over the loud performer using the microphone at the front of room. It had changed, of course, matured over the years but it was nevertheless that sweet, gentle voice that had lulled him into safety all those years back. As he opened his eyes and turned to you the floor seemed to have been ripped away from under his feet. You were singing, lips moving as the melody fell from your mouth as easily as it did all those years ago. He couldn’t believe it. “Macy…”, Zen gasped, getting your attention. You stopped singing, turning your head to smile at him knowingly, just as gentle as you did in middle school. “It’s nice to see you again, Hyun. I’m so happy that you kept the promise you made to me. You really belong on the stage.” Zen laughed then, tears of joy gathering in his eyes. Who would have thought his first love would turn out to be his last.

★Yoosung★

Yoosung was shaking with excitement, eyes constantly shooting between the open LOLOL server and the clock on his wall. It was two minutes to midnight which meant two minutes until his online friend KillingInSpanish would come online. They’d met about four years ago during a big raid. Amidst all the fighting Yoosung had spotted the username AlmostEvil665 and burst out laughing for some reason. Over the years they’d changed their username according to whichever meme they currently found amusing, but Yoosung still called them Evil whenever they talked. Back then Yoosung’d been only twelve years old and LOLOL was a relatively new game. Therefor he’d been more than eager to find friends and form guilds and after watching AlmostEvil665 slay an entire team he decided that they were a good start and attempting to chat them up.

At first talking turned out to be a lot more complicated than expected. Neither of them was really fluent in English, but AlmostEvil665 wasn’t from Korea so English was their only option, really. Luckily the language wasn’t that hard to learn and it wasn’t like they were discussing philosophy and foreign politics. However, language barriers weren’t their only problem. Yoosung didn’t know exactly where Evil was from, but their time difference wasn’t definitely a huge issue. For a good month or so the two of them constantly seemed to miss one another in their log-in times. On top of that Evil was only allowed to use her computer for one hour a day, which made a wise choice all the more important. Eventually they’d settled on midnight to one in the morning and from that moment on Evil and Yoosung chatted every single day for four years without miss.

Actually, it was mostly Yoosung chatting at Evil. They never really talked much about themselves. Yoosung still didn’t know their age, gender or even location. While he talked to most people via Skype call, Evil was never able to join. Still, they always laughed about his jokes and never let him down, so he considered them a friend. Finally the green circle appeared beside their username, indicating that they were online. 
KillingInSpanish: Yo, have some gd news
SupremeYoosung: Rly? What?
KillingInSpanish: M movn 2 korea
SupremeYoosung: srsly?!
KillingInSpanish: ya
SupremeYoosung: cool! maybe we can meet?
KillingInSpanish: nah, man. be busy with uni n shit. + god knows where w r
SupremeYoosung: tru. still sad :(
KillingInSpanish: don’t be a baby.  at least you won’t have to wait till 12am
SupremeYoosung: lololol I do dat anyway
KillingInSpanish: srsly? Idiot
SupremeYoosung: :(
KillingInSpanish: dnt have time for yo crybabying. cmon, raid is waiting.
Yoosung was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to meet his friend, but he still felt happy knowing that even thought he didn’t know where they were exactly, the two of them would be closer together from that moment on.


When you logged into the chat the topic was yet again Yoosung’s LOLOL addiction. You sighed. Either you were being compared to his cousin – which, incest much?! – or you had to defend gamers all over the world because Yoosung was giving them a bad name with his horrendous gaming habits. Goddamn it, you played LOLOL too, but you knew where to draw the line. You sighed, reading through the messages from Zen and Jaehee, rolling your eyes when Seven joined in as well. Strangely enough, he said some things you actually agreed with. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think Seven is right”, you wrote, earning yourself a surprised emoji from Seven and a crying one from Yoosung. He’s really cute and somehow you’d fallen in love with him, but sometimes he acted like a huge child. “I only play a single hour a day and I’m still ranked third on the Shooting Star server, so really being good doesn’t take a lot of effort.

“Hold on, you’re SediLusiVic”, Seven wrote in reply, followed by a seemingly endless streak of lolol’s. “Yeah, problem?” You were surprised that Yoosung had grown silent all of a sudden, but figured he was just busy with yet another raid or something.“Not at all, dude. It’s just that I’m Hacker God and Yoosung is SupremeYoosung. We have the three best players in the world in one chat. Kinda funny lololol.” In that moment you realized why Yoosung had grown so silent all of a sudden. He was probably trying to digest the same information as you were. You’d been friends with Yoosung for the past eight years. You’d been the one he’d whined to, the one he made jokes with, the one he’d waited until midnight to game with. You’d been wondering why he made you feel so safe and comfortable from the start! Then you laughed. “Hahahahahaha Yoosung once cried himself to sleep cause I got an item and he didn’t!” Eight years of embarrassing stories to share with his friends. Perfect!

♨Jaehee♨

When Jaehee first picked up Judo it was mainly because she’d seen a movie where someone did it and fell in love with the strength…and the pretty uniform. Yes, such thoughts were immature, starting a sport for the uniforms sake, but in Jaehee’s defense, she’d been only six years old at the time. It wasn’t easy at first, since Jaehee wasn’t really the sportive nor the particularly aggressive type. She soon came to understand though, that Judo was much more about getting to know and control your body as well as defense more so than offense. It was like a dam had been broken inside of her and a whole new level of enjoyment was added to the sport. From that point on she gave it her best, improving rather quickly. Merely two years into her training she was already fighting with the older children, something she was extremely proud of. It was also then that she met Myung-Dae Chang for the very first time.

Myung-Dae was different. For one she tended to not come to practice as regularly as everyone else, something that Jaehee could not stand. On top of that she constantly seemed distracted. Even when the teacher tried to show them a new move she was often found staring into the air, mindlessly playing with her long, wavy hair and smiling at everyone like some sort of lunatic. For years Jaehee tried to keep a distance from that girl, as Myung-Dae tended to freak her out. That was until the teacher paired the two of them up and Jaehee had no other choice but to fight against her. For all the times she’d assumed Myung-Dae to be irresponsible for not paying attention, thinking to herself that she’d easily be defeated in a one on one, Jaehee was proven wrong.

Myung defeated her so easily it was almost crushing. It all seemed to effortlessly, the way she moved and reacted. Jaehee didn’t even see the movements coming and then she was on her back. After the training session she went up to the girl, telling her that she’d done well and what her trick was. Myung had turned to her, smiling easily as if the were friends already. “You take everything too serious, Jaehee. Relaxation is key. If your mind is on edge then so is your body and that makes you more vulnerable than anything else.” Sadly, she never got to test out Myungs way of living her life, as soon after her parents died and Jaehee moved away leaving the dojo and everyone including Myung behind.


When you see Jaehee at the party for the first time you cannot believe your eyes. During the chat she’d already seemed familiar – everything from the way she talked and acted to the looks – but you couldn’t have been sure. Not when the pictures were so tiny and her name wasn’t particularly rare. However as she stepped onto that stage there was no second guessing on your part. This was the young girl that even back than had been so entirely lost in being perfect and pleasing everyone that she’d gradually killed herself. It hurt to know that from her teenage years up to that point she’d been stuck in that very same routine. You’d tried to help her as good as you could and you were happy that she’d quit that job that made her so unhappy and took years of her life, but at the same time you were worried about her future. That was until she pulled you aside and gave you a key that felt more like a key to her heart than it did to a simple café. How could you say no?

“I am so glad that you finally understand what I told you all these years ago”, you said, smiling down at the key in your hand. When you looked up Jaehee was frowning at you in confusion until you gave her that very particular smile and realization dawned on her. “Myung? Your hair and your glasses! You look so different!” You laughed, amused and wholeheartedly. “I could say the same thing about you, funnily enough. But let’s not dwell on such things. Just be happy that it is me you asked to join your team because let me tell you that I studied art and if there is one thing I can do better than anyone in the world than it is coffee art and decorating a cake.” This time it was Jaehee’s turn to smile, beam actually, and it melted your heart. “I can’t wait to see.”

♛Jumin♛

“As you know, beneficial relationships are the core of every business ”, Chairman Han said, kneeling in front of his young son so the two of them were on eye level. Jumin was uninterested, sitting in his chair as straight as a stick, hoping that his father would finish his speech quickly so he could return to reading the book he’d started that morning. “You met someone new”, he assumed aloud, neither shocked nor particularly moved.“Something like that. There is a business partner of mine coming to town. He’s looking to expand his business to Korea and maybe settle down here. He’s bringing his wife and daughter. The girl is your age. I was thinking about inviting them over to dinner. Maybe you could get to know her a little bit, make a new friend.”

Jumin’s interest was peaked then. Not because he cared for girls, but because he could tell his father did. This was trouble and he knew it. Still, Jumin could hardly deny his father so he’d merely nodded and mentally prepared himself for the worst. By the time the family arrived he was in his finest tux, the food being prepared by the best of chef’s with the house having been cleaned to the point of sterility. Jumin had expected a lot of things, but he hadn’t expected her. Madeleine Campbell was well-mannered, quiet and seemingly rather patient. Despite having been forced into the same room, their parents not minding them whatsoever, neither of them really talked. Actually Jumin mostly ignored her. That was until she sat down beside him, one of his books in her hand, and began reading herself.

He forced himself not to look but after some time he couldn’t help himself, glancing over to see that the book was in English. “Are you from England”, he’d asked in slightly broken English. Madeleine had looked up, smiling at him with a nod. “Yes, I am”, she’d replied, voice melodic with the authentic accent Jumin only ever heard in movies. It was amazing. “Will you read the book to me? I like the way your voice sounds.” She’d nodded eagerly, beaming at the boy before beginning to read. It was hours later that their parents came to check up on the, finding both of them asleep, Madeleine leaning against the headboard with Jumin’s head in their lap. From that moment on, the two of them were inseparable. So much so, that their parents arranged a future engagement. Sadly, it never came to that as the two families lost touch when Mr. Han met a woman that did not approve of such ties and ordered them cut. Jumin never heard of his friend again.


“My father will love you, I am sure”, Jumin assured his fiancée, a warm smile curling about his lips. You’d been nervous about meeting him the entire day now. Actually, you’d been nervous about meeting him for a week. Jumin had asked you to marry him without asking his fathers permission first and while he’d assured you that even without it his feelings for you wouldn’t change, you couldn’t help but worry. After all, their relationship had already been strained thanks to all the drama with the Choi sisters. Having him turn up with a sudden fiancée couldn’t possibly be helpful. Still, Jumin insisted and you weren’t capable of denying him anything, really. Especially since he was more than willing to gave you the world and some more. As you were lead to your table you saw a familiar face sitting at one of them by himself, coming to a sudden halt.

“Mr. Chairman, how are you? I haven’t seen you in over a decade”, you said, getting the mans attention. The man instantly got up, shaking your hand and beaming at you. “Maddy, dear, what a beautiful young woman you’ve turned into. Don’t tell me it’s you my son told me about”, he said, laughing lightly. That is when your face fell, turning to look at Jumin who was looking at you with a small, knowing smirk in return. “Hanny?!” Back then Jumin had introduced himself as Han Jumin, leading you to believe his name was Han, resulting in the nickname Hanny. Your childhood friend, the one your parents had wanted you to marry to begin with, was now your fiancé Jumin. Well, life sure was ironic. “Hah, I knew the two were a match made by heaven. Call your father. He officially owes me a 10.000.000 Won.” Needless to say that you had Mr.Han’s full and wholehearted blessing. Jumin had never been that delighted over a silly bet in his life.

☼Saeyoung/Seven☼

“I always see you after mass, praying by yourself when everyone is long gone. You seem…sad?” The voice, however quiet, surprised him, causing Saeyoung to turn around and look for the source only to find a girl about his age. “I can’t really do much but when I feel sad I go in there”, she continued, pointing to the confessional. “You can tell an adult your worries and he’ll make it better, take away your sins.” Saeyoung frowned, looking over at the thing she’d pointed it. To him it was just like the closet his mother tended to lock him into sometimes when she got mad. There was nothing in the world that would get him to go in there. He shrugged it off, shaking his head. “I don’t believe in these kind of things. I thought that praying to God might help, but so far it hasn’t. It’s illogical anyway, to believe in God.”

The girl blinked then, turning her head to the side and mustering curiously. “Well, that might be true”, she replied, obviously in thought. “but praying to God is not like a magical cure to your problems. That isn’t how it works. God won’t solve your issues for you. What he can do is give you strength though, to solve them yourself. If that’s not enough, you can ask me for help. I’m definitely real so…”, she said, shrugging. She seemed so sincere and Saeyoung seriously wondered what she got out of it. He wanted to tell her off, send her away, when suddenly his stomach began to growl. A little ashamed off it Saeyoung frowned, looking away quickly as to hide his blush. There was a tap on his shoulder then before a sandwich was being held out to him. She put it into his hand and closed his fingers around it so it wouldn’t fall, smiling sincerely.

“Miyagi, come on. We have to go home, sweetheart.” It was her mother, Saeyoung assumed. Miyagi, so that was her name. “Well, I have to go now, but I’ll be back here tomorrow. I’ll bring you something better to eat then. Bye bye.” She ran off and Saeyoung was half convinced he would never see her again, the thought leaving him strangely sad. He was proven wrong. Day after day she came to him after mass, bringing him increasingly more complicated and delicious food. He never thanked her properly and when he left to work for the agency without a word of goodbye he hated himself a little for it. Especially when heard that mere days later her parents died.


When Seven wrote down his real name in the chat your eyes widened. Saeyoung Choi. You’d heard that name before. Now many people would argue how over twenty percent of the Korean population shared the same surname and that Saeyoung wasn’t rare either, but you knew better. The name Luciel should have tipped you off already, but now you were a hundred percent sure. You dropped your phone and jumped off the bed, running out to the main room where Seven was still sitting in front of the PC, frowning down at the phone after you’d so quickly fled the chat. “Saeyoung Choi? Saeyoung Choi?! I cannot believe that you are Saeyoung Choi. We went to church together until one day you just disappeared. I thought you were dead!” That is when Seven put two and two together as well, staring at you with wide eyes. “You? You’re the little girl that brought me food every day. You changed your name!”

You froze, tilting your head to the side in confusion. “No, I did not. Mi-Hi Cha.” He shook his head. “No, I remember your mother calling you Miyagi.” You blinked before bursting into laughter. “Idiot! She called me Mi Agi. It was the pet name she gave me. Miyagi isn’t even Korean.” You couldn’t stop laughing about how silly of a situation it was to meet your childhood friend that way and apparently Seven agreed as he joined in. “Damn it. All these years I thought you were some nice Japanese girl.” For a while the two of you laughed until it eventually died down, the atmosphere turning serious. With tears in your eyes the two of you closed the distance, pulling each other into tight hugs. Neither of you had ever forgotten the other, instead spending a life long worrying only to reunite in such a manner. “I never got to say thank you or return the kindness you ave me”, Seven whispered. “So from now you, please accept my body and soul. Agi…”



*Agi is a Korean pet name us as baby (actually meaning toddler and infant)

A Study in Relevancy

Title: A Study in Relevancy - Kidge Week Day 6 Prompt Fill
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Keidge
Summary: AU-ish.Everyone is born with a mark on their arms of the words their soulmate will say to them when they realize that are in love with them. Pidge and Keith end up with some interesting phrases.
Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.
AN: Another prompt in which I totally cheated to fill it! Regardless, I think it turned out okay. Also, only did a quick pre-post read-through so it might still be a little rough.

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I am going to submit a random headcanon to you:  

Stiles dragging the pack to play Laser Tag.

Stiles that played once, when he was twelve. He asked it as his birthday present, and John and Melissa drove them to the nearest place from Beacon Hills. Stiles was absolutely delighted, until they learned that they would be put with strangers to form a team. It all went downhill from there. 

They were left alone to be shot at fifteen seconds in, and had to hide under a ramp. Scott had an asthma attack when the fog machines started and Stiles, terrified, had to drag both of them out. He then fell into a full blown panic attack in the changing rooms.

So, not their best memory.

But fast forward seven years later. They are nineteen now, Scott is a werewolf and Stiles has been tortured and shot at. Laser tag is gonna be easy. Stiles is so ready to avenge their younger selves.

He only need a team.

Stiles prudently presents the idea during pack night. He’s not worried for most of them, he knows that most of his friends have an unhealthy love for violence and winning. He’s also ready to make Scott cry in order to convince Isaac.


The only unknown variable is their taciturn alpha. Somehow, convincing him to play with lasers in a room reeking of teenager’s hormones and sweat seems like a difficult task. But Stiles has prepared his speech, he has perfectly reasonable arguments, and he will bullshit about pack unity and trust exercises if need be.

Of course, because this is Derek and he likes to fuck up with Stiles’ expectations, he’s only finished the first sentence of his passionate plea when Derek raises one hand in the air to stop him.

Yes,” he breathes, and smiles. They all blink at him a little. Derek keeps smiling, bunny teeth showing and looking almost… excited.

So.

Derek’s family apparently used to throw their kids into the woods to pitch them against each other for fun.

Stiles is not surprised.

Stiles is awfully not surprised.

This was the family whose genes created Peter Hale.

Not noticing their stunned silence, Derek describes his childhood memories. During their monthly run under the full moon, adults used to hide colored pieces of tissue everywhere. The next day, Derek, his sisters and cousins were all let loose, in several teams, into the wood. At dusk, the team that was able to bring back the more targets to their home base while protecting said home base from enemy raids won. The prize was some old trophy, bragging rights and first crack at every dish during the huge dinner.

Derek is trying so hard to communicate his enthusiasm for his claws-and-fangs-allowed, hunger-game version of catch the flag that his hands are moving a little bit in the air. It’s adorable.

When Scott tries to get back on the subject of laser tag (Stiles glares at him, because Derek was sharing things), Derek immediately nods and explains helpfully that there is a place supernatural-friendly just 45 minutes away from Beacon Hills. There is no protest in the pack. Stiles bats the air with his fist in victory.

Their first game together teaches Stiles a lot of things.

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New 52 Pick-Up: Batman and Robin, “Born to Kill”

So here’s some spoilers for what I’m gonna say later on in this blog post: I love this comic so much. As a whole, Batman and Robin is, in my opinion, the best ongoing published during the New 52, AND the best Batman book of the past 6 years. The team of Tomasi and Gleason is a winning combo, and their Superman series in DC Rebirth is my favorite book currently on the market. If you’re not reading it, you need to. I once said that if you enjoy Rebirth Superman, you owe it to yourself to read Batman and Robin, and I stand by that. But the inverse it true too. If you liked Batman and Robin and haven’t been reading Rebirth Superman, get on that.


Series: Batman and Robin

Issues: #1-8

Writer: Peter Tomasi

Artist: Patrick Gleason

What I thought then: I shared this story in the link in the intro, though some of my recollection there was incorrect, so I’m retelling it here:

I started with five books. There were the four I’ve covered the first arcs of already (Justice League, Green Lantern, Green Lantern Corps, and Demon Knights), and then I knew I was going to get something with Batman. Because I loved Batman, and he was my favorite character. But the problem was, at the beginning of the New 52, DC had SO MANY books with Batman in them. Ignoring the ones starring spin-off characters like Nightwing, Batgirl, and Teen Titans, Batman himself was starring in SIX books: This one, Batman, Detective Comics, Batman: The Dark Knight, Justice League, and Justice League International. I knew that if I didn’t restrain myself, I’d try reading all of them, so aside from Justice League, I made a rule that I was only going to read one Batman-centric book. I kind of knew who Damian Wayne was thanks to the Blackest Night: Batman miniseries, and I figured a book where I was guaranteed to get Batman and Robin was more bang for my buck than a book starring only Batman, so I went for it.

I don’t think it was until issue #5 when I realized that both this book and Green Lantern Corps were written by the same guy, so this book and that one get bonus points for making me care about creators not named “Geoff Johns”. And while it really wouldn’t be until the “Death of the Family” tie-ins that I started to appreciate Patrick Gleason’s art, there are some bits that blew me away here.

Of the five books I started with, this one was the best. I knew it then, and I still know it now.

The story: Batman has a new Robin, his son, Damian Wayne. Raised by assassins, Damian has a lot of talent for fighting crime, but also a lot of rage. Desperate not to fail his son, Batman needs to find a way to connect with Robin so the boy doesn’t go over the edge. This is made harder when NoBody, the son of one of Bruce Wayne’s masters, shows up in Gotham, dedicated to tearing down everything Batman stands for and poaching Robin for his new apprentice.

What I think now: This comic is a gift to the world.

Like Green Lantern, Batman’s continuity didn’t really reboot with the New 52. It got condensed and confusing (we must accept the fact that there is no satisfactory explanation for how Batman could burn through four sidekicks and all his biggest stories in five years and move on with our lives), but most of it was still there. Like Green Lantern, this was because Grant Morrison was telling a years-long story that was coming to an end with his Batman Incorporated material. But it’s also just due to the fact that Batman’s popular, and if you get rid of his 50 satellite characters, you can’t make money giving books to those 50 satellite characters. But the bright side to all of that is that unlike Green Lantern, you don’t need to reboot Batman in order for people to know who he is. Batman is such a huge figure in pop culture that it’s a reasonable expectation that everyone knows his deal. Sure, maybe they don’t know Damian Wayne in particular, but just to be safe, Tomasi drops in information about his background, plus Bruce Wayne’s general origin story. This book is friendly to both old and new readers, catching newbies up without making the old-timers feel like they’re just retreading old ground. It’s a really good balance.

Unsurprisingly, what makes Batman and Robin work is the fact that it’s about Batman and Robin. The father-son relationship is portrayed masterfully here. Right off the bat (pun not intended), we see Bruce and Damian having an interaction a normal father and son would, with the dad trying to impart some details about his personal life and the kid not really caring. It reminds me of more than a few conversations I’ve had with my parents over the years.

Of course, the big draw is that this is not an ordinary father and son. This story is about Damian suppressing his urge to kill, and Batman asking how he can control that, especially in his own flesh and blood. Damian Wayne is not like the previous Robins. He’s not some kid Batman took off the street to give closure, he’s his biological responsibility, and he’s used to playing a game with very different rules. There’s a thing people like to say about Damian in pretty much every discussion I’ve had about him: “He’s a little shit”. And that can either be the reason you love him or hate him. But the thing I like here is that in this first story arc, while you COULD say that, it’s overly-dismissive of the complexities of his character. Damian is a kid struggling to adapt to a world and lifestyle unlike the one he’s grown up in, and that’s a tough situation, both for him and for the people trying to help him into it.

Alfred’s inclusion in this story is nothing short of impeccable. We get to see him playing the role of grandfather to Damian. He’s raised Bruce, and now he’s watching Bruce make mistakes with his own son, and he’s really trying to keep everything together. He gives Bruce parenting advice while also trying to get Damian to understand Bruce’s struggle as a father. Like the story as a whole, Alfred doesn’t take one person’s side. The story doesn’t preach the idea that parents are uptight or that kids are just brats, it acknowledges that family is a tricky thing.

NoBody is also a great villain for this arc. He’s a foil to both Bruce and Damian. He’s the failure Bruce could’ve been if his standards weren’t so high. He’s this chaotic, unleashed being that Damian is on the verge of becoming, and trying very hard not to. And he really stress tests just how much faith Batman and Robin have in each other. He’s also got a nice backstory that gives us a cool look into a lesser-discussed chapter of Batman’s history, and he’s got this really good balance of cool and crazy that a lot of Batman’s villains lack.

It’s just hard to go into better detail about this comic’s quality without spoiling absolutely everything. But I think it sells the pair of Bruce and Damian very well. Traditionally, Robin’s always been the thing that softens Batman’s hard exterior. When Dick and Damian were Batman and Robin, the draw was the reversal of the dynamic, a more fun Batman and a more intense Robin. Now we have a hard Batman and a hard Robin, and it seems like that should work, but it only goes so far. Having this more troubled kid be Bruce’s son forces Batman to dig deep and find some of his own softness, to challenge the way he sees and interacts with the world and the people around him. More than any of his sidekicks before him, Damian Wayne forces Batman to grow as a person. And that’s what this first arc is about, and it’s what Tomasi and Gleason’s entire run on Batman and Robin is about. As you stick through the ongoing story arcs, you’ll see both Bruce and Damian put through the emotional ringer and grow as people, and it’s a goddamned treat.

If you like Batman, you can’t let yourself miss out on this one.

I Found You

Request: Enzo Amore imagine, writer’s surprise special! For @wwe–lockscreens.

Summary: Lost. On a team-building exercise. With your coworkers. Bright side? Any situation is instantly made 100% better with Enzo Amore in tow… Especially when he’s got a confession to make. To you. About feelings.

Warnings: Fluffiness! And uh… Actually no that’s it. Maybe a feels warning?

FYI: @wwe–lockscreens has made some really amazing lock screens that you simply must check out! Go, now!

Word count: Just under 8,000.

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Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept it. . . (Ch. 4)

Chapter 4 – Trust Building Exercise #2:  Defending Bucky

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are an agent who has been training for a specific mission for years.  Your boss finally informs you that Bucky is heading back to the States, so your mission is about to begin.

Warnings – A few cuss words, but other than that, none!

Word Count – 2,692

Notes – I’m going to go ahead and apologize for the length of this chapter.  I started writing and I let myself get carried away.  I needed to set up the beginning of this chapter to make another part of the story work and the end. . . well, let’s just say, I’ve wanted to get that off of my chest since I saw CA:CW back in May.  Thanks again for reading this, it truly puts a smile on my face when I get a notification that you like my story!  You guys are the best!  

Chapter One  Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

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Previously:

Bucky managed to make it to the elevator before he, too had to lean against a solid surface.  He knew he shouldn’t be thinking of Agent (Y/L/N) like this, she was only here to fix that damn arm.  But he couldn’t deny that her presence bothered him on a primal level.  It took all of his willpower to sit still in that chair while she poked and prodded his arm.  The smell of her (Y/F/S) shampoo clouded his senses every time she moved her head.  It was everything he could do not to bury his nose in her hair and fully breathe in that intoxicating scent.  And that was just her hair!  He wouldn’t allow himself to think about her (Y/C) eyes, or the way she bit her bottom lip in concentration, or the elegant curve of her neck, or the rest of her perfect body and that was currently making him feel things he hadn’t felt in years.

He was secretly glad that she kept things strictly professional and never cracked a smile.  He wasn’t sure what he was libel to do if she actually smiled at him.  Most likely, he would make a complete fool of himself. Why couldn’t S.H.I.E.L.D. have found someone less attractive to assign to him?



 Just as you had predicted, Steve had Bucky in the training room by the end of the week.  Steve kept the training sessions light, just him and Bucky.  You figured after everything the two of them had been through, they needed some time to figure out who they were now, and how that would affect their friendship going forward.  The time they had spent together since Bucky escaped Hydra had been focused on keeping Bucky safe and fighting everyone, so they really hadn’t had a lot of time, just the two of them.  

Steve was a lot like you in terms of training; he loved to get up early.  This made things a bit difficult for you.  You weren’t ready to reveal all of your secrets to the team just yet, so this meant that you had to get up at 0300 in order to get your workout finished before Steve and Bucky came in at 0500.  

You also had to deal with Stark’s Big Brother tendencies; he had cameras in just about every area of the facility.  It took you a little time to hack into the system and disrupt the video feed, but Stark wasn’t used to dealing with someone equally as smart as himself.  You spent the first week allowing F.R.I.D.A.Y. to record some boring workout sessions; typical workouts that Stark would expect from a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who spent most of her time in a lab.  You then created a code within his system that would play those workouts in random sequences.  You truly doubted that he would take the time to look too deeply into your routine, but you wanted to be prepared, just in case.  

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Statement of Fact

Summary: Selene says it like it is. Gladion is flustered. Hau is a fanboy of a pretty actress and Lillie ships it.

Relationships: Gladion x PC, the Alolan Quartet, Hau is a fanboy.

Notes: Slightly AU. But not enough to matter.


It said a lot for the genes Lusamine had passed down to her children, Selene thought as she stared blatantly at Gladion over the food-laden table the four of them were sitting at, going over every aspect of his face like her ability was Keen Eye. It wasn’t anyone who could pull off being a punky edgelord and still have the face of an angel. Even during the times when he lived in a motel room and worked as a mercenary for Team Skull, not getting proper nutrition and under a lot of stress, Gladion had looked good.

Now, more relaxed, happier and well-fed, he was radiant. In addition to his fine-featured face - with the high cheekbones and the perfect nose and grass-green eyes shaped sharply - he had a leisurely air, like he could afford to chill. The vanished tenseness made him look both his age and a lot more approachable. 

If he smiled more, Selene thought idly, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think that he’d get cast as a model or an actor, maybe even an idol right off the streets by any castor with halfway decent vision. 

Actually, come to think of it, that was a likely possibility even if he didn’t smile. Wasn’t the bad boy concept getting popular?

He noticed. “Why are you staring at me,” he said flatly, losing his smile. He’d gotten happier, but someone staring intently with lasers practically shooting out of their eyes would make anyone uncomfortable and wary.

“Did you know you’re really good-looking,” she replied. Like him, it wasn’t exactly a question, more a statement of fact.

Hau choked on his malasada, and Lillie dropped her fork. Both of them gawped.

Gladion stared at her with disbelief, like she had suddenly morphed into an Ultra Beast before his eyes.

What, was the fact that he was good looking new to him? Did he not look in a mirror or something? Well, if he wasn’t fully aware of how good-looking he was, she’d have to let him know.

Selene continued talking. “Have you considered a career as a model? Or an actor? I heard that celebrities who are also really great battlers are all the rage now. Like that actress, Rosa something or another.”

Hau, being Hau, was the first to recover. It might have just been the mention of his favorite actress, however. “Oh I love Rosa! She was so epic in the Full Metal Cop series! Did you know she and her Pokémon do their own stunts? Did you know a fourth movie is coming out?!”

“You could do live-action really well, too,” Selene continued on, ignoring Hau when he went into his Praise-Rosa fanboy form. “You’re already pretty edgy, so …”

A tiny giggle escaped from Lillie. Gladion shot a betrayed look at his sister, who immediately tried to wipe the amused expression off her face. Key word being ‘tried’.

“I mean,” Selene continued on, getting really passionately into it. “It’s practically your civic duty to make your face widely known. It would be a crime to keep the rest of the world from your handsome looks. Seriously, think about it, Gladion.”

He sputtered, and then abruptly got up from his seat. The force he shot up with nearly knocked the chair over.

“I’m going to go pay,” he said in a strained voice, and began speed-walking towards the counter.

“Hey, we already paid!” Hau called.

At the friendly reminder, Gladion changed his directions and marched out of the café.

He wasn’t gone quickly enough for Selene to have missed the sight of the reddened ear peeking out from between pale golden hair, however.

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“You know he likes you,” Lillie chided once Hau was out of earshot. She’d deliberately sent him away, asking him to keep an eye on his brother, and he had agreed to do so cheerfully. “Don’t tease him too badly.”

Selene finished her dessert. “I promise I’m not playing with him,” she told Lillie solemnly. She was serious this time, not the faux-solemn she’d been when teasing Gladion.

“I know,” Lillie replied. Her friend wasn’t the type to play with hearts.

She put down her fork and sighed. “Do you think that was too much?” she asked, looking uncharacteristically uncertain.

Lillie stifled a laugh at just how much Selene looked like a sad Rockruff, drooping its ears and tail in fear of losing affection. “Probably not,” Lillie said. “He doesn’t hold grudges.”

He wouldn’t against Selene, anyways. Of that Lillie was sure of.

And speaking of things she was sure of . . . .

“Why not just be the first to confess yourself?” she asked. Selene was certainly bold enough to do so. If there was something she wanted, she didn’t wait around shyly silently wishing it would miraculously fall into her lap one day. She reached out and snatched it up.

Not to call her brother an ‘it’, but why not do the same with him?

Selene sighed again, this time in exasperation. “He’s only just gotten to accepting me as a rival,” she reminded Lillie. “If he won’t even admit that we’re at the friend level, how am I supposed to ask him out?”

Her friend had a point. Lillie had a duty to stand by her brother’s side … but just this once she’d go with Selene instead.

Besides, supporting Selene would probably end up making both of them happier a lot faster.

Little Natasha Things
  • Despite her name, she’s actually arachnophobic; and there has been many a time when she’s covertly reprogrammed Tony’s robot cleaners to get rid of spiders as well as dust bunnies and Clint’s leftover pizza crusts. Nobody knows this except Clint, although Tony often wonders about the lack of cobwebs in his unused rooms.
  • She also hates horror movies, especially the ones that involve possession or any other kind of mind control. This, on the other hand, was apparent by the third time the Avengers had movie night. 
  • She actually can’t stand the taste of vodka. But she still loves pierogi and borscht; spurring many lunch dates down at Veselka with Bucky or Wanda.
  • Tony gave her an expensive red convertible for her birthday that he nicknamed The Communist Barbiemobile. Steve thinks that’s insensitive, but she secretly finds it hilarious.
  • She taught Clint how to do all sorts of ballroom dancing. She tried to teach Steve too; but bless him, the poor boy still has two left feet.
  • She can’t stand cooking, and really only knows about five recipes anyway. But (to Sam’s delight) that doesn’t stop her from enjoying baking instead.
  • She and Steve have often platonically shared a bed on missions. At first, it was just for convenience; since their covers were married and it was the middle of January and the guy’s basically a living space heater anyway. But it started happening more and more often, and now even when they don’t have to they just snuggle together and gossip sleepily until they fall asleep. She knows the nightmares won’t bother her so much when she has a pair of friendly arms wrapped around her.
  • She and Clint sometimes like to sit on the balcony of their apartment when they can’t sleep and imagine what they’d like to do if they weren’t superheroes or special agents. Their ideas are different every night; and range from Olympic trainer to makeup artist to pizza deliverer to burlesque dancer to counselor for abused children. 
  • Her favorite Disney movie is Tangled. She’s seen it about ten times already.
  • She writes little reminders for herself on multicolored Post-Its and puts them on the refrigerator. Sometimes, after periods when she forgets to take them down, it looks like a flock of blue, pink, and yellow butterflies has descended on the kitchen.
  • She can play the guitar, piano, and violin. 
  • She can also sing really well, but only does it around the people she trusts most.
  • She never wants to dance ballet ever again. It reminds her too much of being under the Red Room’s thrall.
  • She paints the nails of all the other Avengers when she gets bored or stressed; to the point when she’s memorized all their individual preferences. Wanda prefers monochrome dark colors; Thor likes little patterns, especially various star designs; Bucky goes for shades of pink or blue; and Tony usually requests a letter on each nail to spell something out, usually a swearword or two.  
  • She really only dresses up sexy on missions when she thinks her looks could be useful. Jeans and hoodies and leather jackets are a girl’s best friend.
  • Her favorite part of being famous is all the young girls who tell her that she’s their hero, or inspiration, or that she gives them strength. After all, if she can make the lives of all those girls a little better, it’s worth all the shit she went through at their age to get here.
  • Her least favorite part of being famous is all the sexist bullshit that people regularly fling at her (when they’re not ignoring her in favor of the male Avengers). If she never has to hear “Do you wear anything under your catsuit?” or “What diet plan do you use to keep in as good shape as the boys?” or “Can you address the rumors about which of your teammates you’re sleeping with?” or the classic “How about a smile?” again, it’ll be far too soon.
  • Sometimes during battles or even in day-to-day life, she’ll blank out and disassociate for seemingly no reason. The smallest things, usually ones that she wouldn’t watch out for, can feed into her memory issues or remind her of painful experiences.
  • She and Clint both love Star Wars and one of their favorite “days off” things to do is rewatch the movies together. The only problem is that he can’t stand the prequels, but she loves them; so any movie-watching always gets delayed at least an hour by their squabbling over whether to see A New Hope or The Phantom Menace first. 
  • She educated Steve, Bucky, Thor, Vision, and Wanda about modern American culture in much the same way: emailing them links to Buzzfeed articles and getting them Netflix accounts.
  • She and Bucky like to pretend to talk shit about their teammates in Russian. Usually, they’re really swapping cookie recipes or complimenting each other’s hair or arguing over whether Taylor Swift is better than Adele; but Tony doesn’t need to know that.
  • She knits personalized ugly sweaters for all her friends every winter. 
  • She also knits Bucky arm warmers; partially to keep him from sticking his metal hand up Sam’s shirt to make him scream and partially to stop everyone else from daring each other to stick their tongues on the arm and getting stuck for the fifth time this week, Stark.
  • She has brunch with Pepper and Maria every Sunday she’s not off saving the world.
  • She will watch any movie – no matter how good or appallingly bad – as long as it has sharks, dinosaurs, robots, or aliens in it.
  • She still sometimes handcuffs herself to the bed after she’s had a particularly bad mental health day.
  • She, Steve, Sam, and Bucky (aka the real fantastic four) end up going on all the missions that need more than two people but not the whole team. As a result, she’s learned to work with them and trust them almost as much as she does Clint; and they’ve had many impromptu late-night diner runs, movie marathons, and carpool karaoke sessions together. 
  • Changing her hairstyle every couple years or so has been a tradition ever since she joined SHIELD. Not only is it a convenient way to reinvent herself and date the pictures her friends take of her, but it’s also just…fun. Except for that god-awful perm she had in 2009; which we do not talk about put those goddamn photos away right now Clinton.
  • She owns about fifty different items of weaponized makeup; including one lipstick that doubles as a bomb and a tube of mascara with a hidden poisonous needle. Any of her team are free to borrow any of them at any time, as long as they don’t accidentally kill each other or wear the lipsticks when they have a cold.
  • Almost no one knows about her nightmares except Steve, Clint, and Bucky.
  • She never gets to sleep before midnight anyway. 
  • She’s not as cold and uncaring as a lot of people would believe. It’s just that before SHIELD she thought she’d never be safe to love, and before the Avengers she thought that she’d missed her opportunity to be part of a family. Luckily, she was wrong on both accounts.
A Textual Analysis of Allegiant from the perspective of a Peter/Caleb Shipper.

Ok, re-reading Allegiant as a Peter and Caleb shipper is potentially the best thing ever. 

There are literally so many hints that that they are banging. 

They do everything together. They’re always listed next to each other when Tris summarises the group. ‘Peter and Caleb were sat on the grass’ ‘Peter did this, Caleb was doing that’. They’re an automatic duo. 

Then the adorable plane bit where everyone is all nervous and excited to be in a plane, and they sit next to each other to look out of the window together and its adorable. And even oblivious Tris is like ‘woah. suspicious. my brother who I’ve been ignoring and Peter who I’ve been ignoring are suddenly all buddy buddy…oh well, never mind, I hate them anyway so they don’t count as real people’. 

But there are tiny textual details as well that, out of context, don’t make any sense at all. But when put in the context of ‘Peter and Caleb are secretly banging’ make SO MUCH SENSE. 

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Two Prompt One-Shot #42

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Prompt: Let me know when you’re able to emotionally process me calling you out on your bullshit. I’ll be here.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1115
Warnings: None, I think. Sorry not sorry for multiple gifs.

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The Girl Friend

Cas stood outside the door to the Winchester house.  It had been several weeks since he’d been inside, and it had been months since the time before that.  He and Sam were still good friends, but he definitely had his reasons for staying away.

He was only here now because of Sam’s graduation party.  Sam was going to graduate high school in another week and head off to college and leave Cas behind.  A one year age difference didn’t seem like much until that huge gulf between high school and college opened up between them.  He didn’t think their friendship would disintegrate, but it definitely wouldn’t be the same.

The one bright spot in all of this was that Dean would be coming home.  He hadn’t lived at home after freshman year, opting to take summer classes and get a job to make some spare cash.  He had graduated college a couple of weeks earlier.  The Winchesters had gone to celebrate and come back with the news that Dean had gotten a job in a city over two hundred miles away.  He was never going to come back to Lawrence.

Cas felt hollow when he thought about how he might never see Dean again after today.  He’d barely seen him in three and a half years.  When Dean came home to visit his family, Cas couldn’t bring himself to accept Sam’s invitations to come over.  He’d emailed Dean a couple of times, but he was way too shy to do it regularly.

All because of that snafu three and a half years ago.  That little misunderstanding that had happened when Cas had waltzed in his front door proclaiming that Dean had proposed to him.  His mother had stormed over to the Winchesters’ house demanding to know what an almost nineteen year old adult was doing that made a thirteen year old kid think they were engaged.  She’d actually accused Dean of having sex with Cas and called him a pedophile in front of his entire family.

The whole ordeal had been frightfully awkward and embarrassing for everyone involved.  Once Castiel was able to explain himself—and that had been another layer of humiliation—his mother had apologized profusely, and then run out of the house with Cas.  As a result, the Novak and Winchester families didn’t socialize anymore.  It wasn’t because anyone was angry at anyone else, but Cas’ mother was too mortified to see them.

Cas and Sam had been fine, but Cas had been much too embarrassed to show his face to John or Mary Winchester.  After all, he’d been a rational (well, as rational as a thirteen year old could be) person and yet had still been skipping singing about marrying their oldest son.  It was probably just weird and awkward by this point in time and no longer cute and harmless.  In full disclosure, Castiel didn’t even know if Dean liked boys.  He’d never taken the time to figure out if he himself liked boys or girls or both or nobody.  He’d just been so focused on Dean that he assumed his preferences lined up the right way.  He’d never bothered to find out if the same was true for Dean.

Really, he shouldn’t have come, but Sam was his best friend.  And it had been three and a half years.  Surely that was enough time for bygones to be bygones.  Cas rang the doorbell.  Mr. Winchester answered.

“Cas.  You’re early.”

“Yeah…Sam asked me to come over early.  I hope that’s okay.”

“Yes, of course.  And you can tell your mother it’s okay too.  The child predator hasn’t come home yet.”

Cas dropped his head and covered his face with his hands.  Mr. Winchester laughed and slapped him on the back.

“I’m just teasing, Cas.  Sam’s upstairs.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled and raced up the stairs.

Sam was in his room listening to some indie folk singer that he kept trying to foist on Cas.  He resisted his friend’s attempts to change his musical interests from classic rock.  He didn’t know why he liked it so much; it just made him feel good when he listened to it.

“Hey, Cas.  You okay?  You look a little…red.”

“Your dad reminded me that my mom is crazy.”  He flopped onto Sam’s bed.

Sam chuckled and moved to sit next to him.  “Sorry.  He can be an ass sometimes.”

“I think he’s warranted a little leeway with that topic.”

“No, he should just let it go.”

“Maybe.”

They talked for over an hour, mainly about what Sam was doing to get prepared for going away to Georgetown University.  He wasn’t leaving for three months, but it was the most interesting thing happening in their lives currently.  During a natural lull in the conversation, Sam rolled over to his stomach and propped himself up on his arms so that he could look at Cas.  Sam just continued to look at him, waiting, and not speaking.  Finally Cas rolled his eyes and looked away.

“How’s Dean?” he asked, annoyed that he wanted to ask about him so badly and that Sam knew it.

“He’s good,” Sam said.  “He’s really excited about his new job.  And he says that’s looking forward to living in St Louis, but I think he’ll get homesick for Mom pretty quickly.”  Sam sniggered at his brother’s expense.

Cas smiled and wondered what Dean might be like in St Louis.  Would the city be big enough for him?  Or would he need something even greater like Chicago or New York?  He was lost in a fantasy of bumping into Dean on a New York City sidewalk some day, the two of them then engaging in a ridiculous “Dancing in the Rain” number together, so he didn’t notice the odd look on Sam’s face right away.

“He, uh,” Sam said, “he’s also always talking about his friend, Charlie.  Like how cool she is and how smart and how cute.  And how he’s not afraid to do nerd things with her.  I think he really likes her.  He hasn’t said anything, but…we all kind of think that she’s his girlfriend.”

With each word, Castiel’s stomach twisted nauseatingly and his chest tightened uncomfortably.  He looked at the ceiling.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked, trying to sound casual–and failing if the waver in his voice was any indication.

“So that you’re prepared when you see them together.  He’s bringing her home to meet us.  And she’s going to be at the party tonight.”

“So?  I’d like to meet his friends.”

“Cas…I don’t want you to get hurt.  I know you still carry a torch for Dean.”

Cas sat up and swung his feet off the bed, putting his back to Sam.  “I don’t carry a torch for him,” he said softly.  He laughed sadly.  “I’m in love with him.”

Sam gingerly got up and sat next to Cas.  “But, you’ve barely spoken to him in almost four years,” he said gently.

“It doesn’t matter.  He’s been there for me when I needed him.  Like, when my dad had his heart attack, he called me and stayed on the phone with me for hours.  And he sent me an email encouraging me to stick with soccer when I got cut from the JV team freshman year.  That’s more important than filler everyday talk.  He’s just important to me.”

“I know,” Sam said, awkwardly placing a hand on his shoulder.  “I mean, maybe Charlie doesn’t mean anything to him.”

A couple of hours later, it was pretty apparent that Charlie meant a lot to Dean.  He had a constant smile on his face around her.  He laughed at all her quips, and more amazingly, she laughed at all of his terrible jokes.  She was friendly and very clever and everyone loved her, especially Dean’s family.  The worst part was that Cas liked her too.  They’d had a conversation about their favorite RPG’s for twenty minutes, and then he’d had to excuse himself and run off like a goober when Dean joined them, bringing Charlie a cup of punch like a good boyfriend should do.

Cas walked to the empty foyer and sat on the stairs.  He wanted Dean to be happy…but with someone else?  That was hard to bear.  He wanted to leave, but he knew he couldn’t before his mother and father made their compulsory appearance to wish Sam well, drop off brownies and a check, and then hightail it before conversation got awkward.  He sighed out loud, hating himself for being so melodramatic.

“Hey, Cas.”

Cas started and whipped his head around so fast his vision swam.  He closed his eyes to collect himself, and then opened them to find Dean leaning on the banister, smiling down at him.

“Um.  H-hello, Dean.”

“Uh, you know this is supposed to be a party, right?” Dean asked with a teasing tone.

“Yeah, sorry.  I was just…”  Cas inhaled deeply.  He should probably tell Dean the truth so that he didn’t have to feel obligated to tiptoe around his adolescent feelings anymore.  “I was just indulging in a morose goodbye to a childhood fantasy.”

Dean grinned.  “Didja finally realize you’ll never have a jetpack powered unicorn?”

Cas laughed.  “No.”  He looked up at Dean—and felt joy swell in his chest so greatly he was afraid it might burst out of him.  If that wasn’t love, he didn’t know what was.  He sighed.  “I’m just finally letting you go.”

Dean’s reaction wasn’t what he expected.  He’d expected pity or relief, what he got was Dean becoming so startled his arm slipped off the banister and he pitched to the side a bit.  He righted himself and blurted out a confused, “What?  Why?”

“Why?” Cas asked with a slightly bitter laugh.  “Because I hardly think a pretend fiancé can compete with an actual girlfriend.”

Dean looked even more confused and like he couldn’t figure out what to say, and then understanding dawned on his face.

“Are you talking about Charlie?”

Cas shrugged and nodded, looking down at his feet.

“Hey.”  Dean walked around the stairs so that he was in front of Cas.  “Hey.”

Cas looked up.

“Put a space in that word you used for her.”

“What word?  Girlfriend?”

Dean nodded.  “Yeah.  Girl.”  He paused for emphasis.  “Friend.  Just a friend.”  He smiled cheekily.  “I’m not a cheater.”

The blush was instantaneous as Dean’ implication hit him square in the chest and made him feel tingly all over.  He stood up, finding himself at eye level with Dean since he was up one stair.

They stared at each other.  They were so close…as close as Cas had been to Dean since, well, maybe since he’d been thirteen.  Cas realized he was leaning in, but he could have sworn Dean was too.  He let his eyes start to slip close and tilted his head.  Then he felt a hand planted firmly in the center of his chest.  He opened his eyes and Dean pushed him back gently.

“I’m also not a criminal, jailbait.”

Cas let out an offended noise and crossed his arms in a huff.  Dean just laughed at him.

“Don’t worry, Cas.  The only one who can break off this engagement is you.”

He gave Cas one of his patented winks and walked down the hall to rejoin the party.  Cas was stunned, not sure if he couldn’t feel his heart beating because it was pounding so fast or if it had just stopped altogether.

When he found his voice he leaned over the banister and called out, “I hardly think kissing me when I’m seventeen is skeevier than kissing me when I was eleven!”

Dean just laughed and kept walking.  Cas turned around smiling, and then started violently.  His father was holding the door open for his mother, who was holding a tray of brownies with her jaw almost on the floor.

Cas cleared his throat uncomfortably.  “That, uh, heh, that’s not what it sounds like…”

pure (sin)

Haikyuu!! | TeruDai | Rated: M | Alcohol, strip tease, unresolved sexual tension (or maybe resolved, you’ll never know) | Words: 4023

Daichi’s not a good momma’s boy. Kuroo and Bokuto think otherwise. And Yuuji? Yuuji is a loving boyfriend, so he doesn’t let Daichi prove them too wrong. 

A/N: My contribution to TeruDai tag. Title from Dactyl’s “Pure Sin”. Yes, I know it’s not very creative, but I couldn’t help it.

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Coming to Tokyo only to be left to his own devices makes Daichi feel a little lonely. He understands that this time it’s him who needs to wait because car parts won’t order themselves. Yuuji isn’t done with the supplier, while Daichi has already finished all of his meetings. He strolls down the crowded sidewalk, wondering how the guys at the workshop are handling the repairs. Their place is in good hands, so it isn’t a problem when something takes him or Yuuji longer than they have anticipated. Usually, they wait together, going ‘town viewing’, because the younger hates wasting time sitting and idling about. Unfortunately for both of them, this isn’t always the case. When they were on Hokkaido, Yuuji had to fend for himself for a whole day - he sulked about it for the whole of the next week.

Daichi feels his phone vibrate in the deepest pocket of his dark, jeans jacket. The signal is short. After a ten seconds pause comes another one, so he finally makes an attempt to fish his mobile out. Two unread messages, with the content of the first one being precisely what he expects it to be. He sighs in defeat, making his way through the busy street.

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Where We Belong (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Y/N has a devastating past. Her husband, Jensen, not in her life anymore, leaving her and her daughter, Roma, alone. As a school counselor, she sees many interesting kids at the elementary school she works at, but as a working single mom, she has trouble keeping up with her daughter. That is until her daughter’s new best friend, Steve, and his father come into the picture. Bucky Barnes, a newly divorced father, finds much in common with Y/N and with their similar history, it sparks something in them that they didn’t know they would ever experience again, but will they listen their hearts or do what they think is best to avoid being hurt again.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language

Words: 3,268

A/N: Finally part 2 is here! Did not really edit so excuse any mistakes, but guys I’m so proud of this. Y’all have no idea. GIF and pictures aren’t mine.

Part 1

After a quick drive, I finally make my way to the school and enter the parking lot to see that there was barely any parking. The only parking spot available was from a familiar black SUV, which I park next to. Not really thinking anymore about the asshole that almost hit me earlier, I make my way into the main entrance. I greet the front receptionist and start my way towards Roma’s class. On my way, I see the principal, who is also my close friend, Tess, and stop by to say hello.

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