like thinking he has a weird sort of tension with everyone

6: “Marry me” (part 2 from the 5/6 request, also andreil!)

It takes 4 months and 2 weeks to organize Matt’s proposal to Dan. 

Neil knows because he’s been pretending to understand most of what Matt says to him for 4 months and 2 weeks.

It’s not that he’s not happy for them, it’s just that being told to celebrate love feels like being told to celebrate the way the world turns, or the gravity that continues to pin us like the bar on a rollercoaster seat. Neil celebrates love by staying alive to see it. He celebrates it by keeping it.

He looks at prospective rings and says they’re fine over and over again. He dutifully tells Dan nothing even when she asks outright. He answers the phone when Matt calls him in a panic at midnight and says “what if she says no” so many times that Neil hands the phone to Nicky.

It does make him think though, about Andrew. Without meaning to.

He doesn’t think of it as marriage in his head (to Neil, marriage has always been something that swallows you like quick sand). Tying himself to Andrew though — having something legally binding like Neil Josten on his documents, like their names on the lease, like his contract with his team — that means something to Neil.

Being with Andrew is the thrill of being in the game, but having it on paper would be like points blinking onto a scoreboard. He knows he’s scoring now, but he wants the crowd to know too. He wants this win to stick.

He doesn’t mention it because it doesn’t matter, ultimately. Neil doesn’t need other people to tell him that they love each other.

Andrew scoops Sir off Neil’s lap and smuggles him to his side of the couch. He pours one bowl of sugar crisp and one bowl of granola in the morning. He catches Neil’s sleeve before he goes for a run and uses every ounce of 5 AM energy he has to hold Neil’s eyes. Neil knows how he feels.

But he really does support Matt and Dan, separate from the way he’s scared of hospital rooms he won’t be allowed into or the box on a form that labels them ‘roommates’ like that’s anywhere close to enough.

The engagement lines up with a weekend that all the original foxes are scheduled to meet up on, scraped together by Matt’s meticulous hands and Nicky’s constant phone calls.

Andrew isn’t interested in going, but Neil asks, so. They’re the first ones there.

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*casually dumps a shitton of dear evan hansen/be more chill crossover headcanons*

EDIT: Now with a part 2!

NOTE: All of these headcanons take place within the crossover universe but not all of them feature characters from both musicals.  Some just involve DEH characters and some just involve BMC characters.  I JUST WANTED TO HEADCANON STUFF ABOUT THEM OKAY (also this is a hella long post so under the readmore it goes)

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One of the things I love about Black Paladin Lance is that there are so many possibilies for how he becomes the Black Paladin.  Here are just a few ideas I’ve had:

  • Allura brings up the fact that they’ll need a new Black Paladin and Lance immediantly steps up.  He was the leader pre-voltron so it’s only natural, really.  
    • This can also go many ways.
    • Keith freaks the fuck out at Lance because um, hello?  There’s no way Lance would make a good leader, he’s reckless and talks them all into messes all the time.  Not to mention the fact Shiro said he should be the leader, Keith isn’t going to go against Shiro’s words
      • Lance points out that Keith is just as reckless as Lance is, expect Keith is at his most reckless in battle so it’s not a really good idea for Keith to be the leader.  He also mentions that of course Shiro picked Keith for the leader, if Keith’s really that blind to favourism he’s an idiot.  Shiro barely looks at Lance, Hunk, or Coran.  
      • The dispute quickly tears the group apart.  Coran and Hunk are for team Lance, Allura (and techinally Shiro) are team Keith
      • Pidge could go either way, on one hand she could go for Keith because 1. She trusts Shiro, and 2. She too doesn’t really notice how good a leader Lance is cause that the type of leader Lance is.  Shiro’s a very obvious leader, he stands above the others (both literally and figuritively) and is helps pull others up.  He’s not entitled but his energy basically screams follow me.  Lance isn’t like that, he’s the type of leader that will stand in front of you when there’s consequences or danger, but outside that he’s standing with you or behind you and pushing you to be your best.  So Pidge just sort of didn’t notice she followed his lead in the garrison.
      • Or Pidge could be Team Lance because she did notice 
      • Personally i perfer Pidge being Team Keith and then realizing very quickly she made the wrong choice
      • Lance quickly notices that they’re not getting anywhere arguing about it so he relents (very much ‘fine, whatever, you lead voltron, have fun with that!’ and storms off).  Which, ironically, just further proves he’s better black paladin material
      • Keith becomes the Black Paladin, Lance the Red, Coran the Blue (they need Allura in the castle), Pidge and Hunk remain as they are
      • Keith leads and he’s not terrible at it he’s just not all that good and he doesn’t have time to learn and Lance has to do a lot of back seat leading because Keith just doesn’t understand their strengths and weaknesses, is trying to hard to channel Shiro and becoming a pretty big dick (Shiro’s in a different position, he was already their upperclassman, Keith is techinally meant to be on their level but acting like an upperclassman and it’s pissing everyone off), he’s no help in statergy meetings, and he runs off by himself in battle all the fucking time
        • Lance starts having to shout ‘switch’ during battles beause it’s a better system than arguing with Keith.  He goes off at the guy whenever he runs off.  He ends up having to explain Keith’s half baked ideas.  He’s basically the leader without the black lion and he is so sick of Keith’s shit.  Red is too and they bitch and moan about it together.  Black and Keith don’t talk.
      • And despite all this the only person to come around and think Lance should be their leader is Pidge, Allura is still very, very sure Lance is not a good idea
      • Until she actually she’s him in action.  For whatever reason Lance is forced to pose as Voltron’s representative/Leader on a planet and Allura expects it to go terrible but it doesn’t.  Lance is still flirty and ridiculous but he’s able to sit down and be serious.  Maybe Keith pissed someone off and Lance has to talk Keith’s way out of jail, maybe he’s trying to convince them to help despite the danger it puts the planet in
      • Whatever it is he succeeds and when he comes back they have a whole new talk about who the leaders going to be.  Lance is given the role and the first thing he asks is if Keith is truly fine with that.  Que Keith feeling guilty because he expected Lance to be an asshole about it but nope
      • Lance is still immature and insists on making Voltron bow after distressing things, tells Pidge they can finally make Voltron dab and other such stuff but he’s serious side is out more often and everything goes amazingly with Voltron
    • OR: Keith doesn’t speak up.  Maybe he doesn’t think Lance will be the best leader but he doesn’t want to be the leader.  Allura’s still not very sure about it, but Coran and Hunk (and maybe Pidge) all insist it’s a good idea and no one else steps up so Lance becomes the black paladin
      • Everything goes really well.  Again, Lance is immature and a flirt but when the situation calls for it he’s as good and mature a leader as Allura and Shiro
      • Allura apologizes for misjudging me and Lance jokes about her finally falling for his charms in just a matter of time and Allura gets pissed and Lance laughs only to admit that it means a lot she said that
      • He doesn’t find out Keith was meant to lead until they’re saving Shiro.  Lance walks in the black lion behind him (his armour now black) and Shiro can’t make out who it is at first he just says something along the lines of ‘keith, i knew you’d come for me’ with a grin and Lance frowns and steps closer and says ‘i’m not keith dude, can you see okay?’ and shiro finds and his first reaction is to ask if Keith is okay, why isn’t he the black paladin? and Lance is starting to get pissed because seriously shiro?  is it so unlucky to him that Lance could be a leader?  But he sucks it up and answers everything calmly because he has a fucking person to save
      • Shiro doesn’t even think to thank him in all that goes on and Lance just gets really, really bitter
      • like he knows he shouldn’t be and all but he’s upset.  He’s been running on fumes for weeks making sure everyone else is healthy, coming up with plans with Allura and their allies, making those allies, and just all the stress of causing all the shots and now this.  He still manages to collect himself and put on a brave face but he has a short fuse these days, he’s on edge, and everyone is on edge because of it
      • the tension doesn’t help either, they’ve saved shiro but now what?  it’s not like shiro can just slip back into the place he had, he needs time to heal and readjust and everyone else needs time to readjust like they planned to save shiro but they never really planned past that
      • Things with Shiro and Lance just get worse.  Shiro doesn’t know how to treat a Lance who no longer has a hero complex, who knows he’s earnt his place and has a right to speak up against Shiro.  Shiro finds it weird enough that Lance is sitting in on all the meetings they’re having, let alone that he’s an active part of those meetings unlike the others who may listen but don’t really interact (thinking the BoM style planning, Lance was clearly listening in and looking for faults in their plans only to find none while the others weren’t paying as much attention)
      • It also doesn’t help that he doesn’t see the awesome leader Lance was because normally Lance is so much more patient.  He hears Lance ask why Keith didn’t tell him about Shiro’s wish and Keith admits he didn’t want to lead and Lance gets mad because this isn’t school anymore.  Someone can’t be your replacement because you don’t want to do something.  They get into an argument but that’s more or less the way they commicate, so what Lance says gets through to Keith it’s just not how Shiro would do things 
      • And that’s what it comes down to, really.  The fact Lance leads in a different way to Shiro.  He never once tried to be shiro because he know it wouldn’t work.  He’s a great leader in his own right, it’s just that shiro has a hard time seeing anyone elses training styles as right.
      • They end up having a heart to heart in Black.  Lance was chilling in his pilot chair sort of just sighing and trying to get it out of his system and Shiro showed up to reconnect with his lion and he stumbles upon Lance and Black like just talking.  And Shiro doesn’t get it because it was never that easy with him but that’s because they’re different people with different needs.  Lance needs to talk, Shiro doesn’t.  
      • So Lance and Black talk in a way only pilot and paladin can.  Shiro clears his throat and Lance ends up telling him how he feels (like the crystal seen with coran).  He tells Shiro how he’s just… he knows he’s going to be kicked to the back on the group again because thats what happened last time and he just isn’t happy about it because he’s made his spot on the team and now it’s falling through his fingers.  He admits he’s made Shiro was surprised Lance was the leader, like Lance knew Shiro didn’t notice him but it still hurt.
      • And Shiro feels like shit and they work through their problems like adults
  • OR: Lance doesn’t step forward as leader.  They’re in their lions about to go into battle but Keith… Keith can’t enter Black.  The lion once more has his particle barrier up and he won’t let Keith in.  
    • Lance, because he’s in red and feels its better he sit out than Keith, flies over to see if he can help.  Keith’s still trying to push in and Lance makes a joke about needing to knock (like he did with Blue) and it fucking works.  
    • Maybe they don’t realize at first cause Keith was also pushing at the barrier but Keith steps forward and Black doesn’t lower his head.  Instead the cat basically rolls his eyes and moves to lower his head and let Lance in
    • Lance is hella shell shocked and just sort of… walks in.  Like, okay then I guess I’m your paladin now?  ‘no shit kid lets go’ says black as Lance sits in his pilots chair and it just sorta happens
    • he rejoins the fight and everyones like ‘you got it working!  good job’ and Lance is like ‘well actually’
    • Hunk, Coran, and/or Pidge could be like ‘called it’ or everything could just be really confusing and tense until Black rolls his eyes again and tells Lance to just focus already holy fuck dude war zone
    • Things go swimmingly
  • OR: Allura annouces it has to be the blue paladin, always.  The Blue Lion is the only one with a qunsitence that will match the black lion and therefore they don’t have a choice, lance is the leader
    • Lance is thrilled at first and then not everyone else is
    • Hunk and Coran are so proud, as are the mice
    • Again, 50/50 on if Pidge is okay with this or not.  
    • Keith is not, he complains that Lance is nothing like Shiro (Lance argues that neither is Zarkon) and gets really uffy about it
    • Allura attempts that she’s not happy about it either but there’s not really anything they can do so they’ll have to stuck it up and deal with it
    • Their balant dislike of Lance pushes him to not be so proud.  He knows if they’re going to work as a team they’ll need to all accept him as a leader so he starts pushing himself way to hard
    • he also tries to be more like shiro, which really doesn’t work out for him
    • he’s not sure Black will accept him at first but the lion does only he refuses to commicate with Lance properly.  
    • Lance pushes himself too far in training, barely gets any sleep, and constantly gets into fights with Keith and Allura because he’s just looking out for them but fuck off lance, just because you’re the black paladin doesn’t mean you can order us around
    • his insecurities just get worse
    • he starts getting wreckless, not as a leader but as a person
    • he takes every hit he can for the others, stops eating almost entirely, stops talking as much etc.
    • Coran and Hunk notice but they don’t know what to do (Hunk’s used to calling up an older sibling or Lance’s mama for this but he can’t right now) but Allura and Keith are blissfully unaware.
    • Until Lance ends up in the healing pods because he pushed himself too far and Allura and Keith get mad at him for it and Lance just doesn’t have the energy to fight.  He ends up telling them to search for a new black paladin then, if they’re so against him he will back down the moment they find someone.  Maybe they’ll actually give that person a chance to be a leader
    • He doesn’t say it rudely or like they could never find another, he just says it plainly and then Hunk leads him to get some food.
    • Que Allura and Keith feeling like shit and realizing they really haven’t given Lance a chance.  Allura reviews it and wow, Lance is actually great in battle as the black lion.  In fact the biggest fuck ups are from Keith refusing to listen.  Keith has a good long think-and-stare-at-my-blade session
    • They both decide they do need to give Lance a chance, Lance doens’t exactly trust them at first but they try and everyone finds it fits rather well.  Lance starts to relax more now that Allura and Keith aren’t jumping on his every flaw.  Allura starts listening to him.  Keith starts following his orders
    • And they’re happy
    • For all of 5 minutes
Episode 99 reaction

Like everyone else, I have lots of feelings.

I will most certainly go in order for this.

First off, Pike is fucking amazing.

Skipping ahead a little, I loved that Tary got full control over the house. It lets him legally decide what to do and it legitimizes his control. Now his father can’t really say no since Tary is the one officially letting his family stay in the house.

Sleepover part 2. Joke all you want about Vax and Keyleth being weird with animal forms, I personally think it’s cute and harmless and they do what they wanna do behind closed doors leave them be. Also Pike got to be apart of the pillow fort this time. I’m going to draw all the things.

The next morning’s conversation. Holy moly I knew that it would be bad, but Matt’s face, that silent rage that grew as Tary talked. That was scary and I’d hate to get on Matt’s bad side that was scary. Tary also coming out with everything he has learned and wanting to right the wrongs his Family did? I…like man I love how much he has developed.
And then going through what everyone has taught him? I can kinda see how Vax can be like a father but Grog kinda stumps me…but everyone else was dead on and then….Percy…like we all knew but to hear him confirm it was…that was excellent.

I was very happy to see Howart finally come around. I’m glad there was a concession on his part. There was nothing he could do and he needed to accept it. The deed was done and he probably got the best he could have given the circumstances.

Moving on, I was really sad to hear Tary say he wanted to stay, but I also perked up at that, because that would either mean another new character from Sam, or it meant…Scanlan.

That whole deception thing threw me through a loop. I thought it was him with an illusion coming down the stairs, but Matt was playing him, so I didn’t suspect…until he finally mentioned the origins of his name. Then I knew.

Man…As soon as Vex knew, he…that little move to Modify her memory? No. You’ve been using that spell on the regular. You’ve been wiping minds and changing people’s thoughts to get what you want and it’s become second nature. And now you use it in the people who trust you the most. Who accepted you despite all your faults. Your family…the girl who looked to you like a father. Glad you didn’t succeed. But the intent was there and Vex was hurt by that. You are in for something when that girl snaps, and trust me, it’s gonna hurt worse than most.

So everyone comes out and there is now a realization from Grog and Pike. And silence. You could feel that energy, it was palpable though the screen. Grog then seeing Lionel with Scanlan? That. Is. Fucking. Terrible. You can argue that Vox Machina replaced Scanlan with Tary, but that is so not true and they’ve made it abundantly clear what Tary is to them and how unlike Scanlan he actually is.

So Grog now feels betrayed. After he stuck up for Scanlan, this is how he is treated? Like he could be replaced with another Barbarian who is also a Bard? Grog helped bring you back, he respected your privacy for a while. He wanted to give you space. But now it looks like you’ve replaced him with a better version

So now we can get into everyone’s reactions. Tary, who is indifferent, focuses more on how accepting Vox Machina are of Lionel than they were of him.

Vax was…well Vax had forgiven Scanlan long ago and was elated. He knew they’d meet again and wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to catch up.

Keyleth recognized the tension and was probably the most outwardly angry, but it was still pretty subdued and she was probably a little bit in shock.

Percy trying desperately to maintain the high ground. Like Grog, and probably the rest of VM, he felt betrayed but was having a hard time trying to figure out why he wasn’t more angry. He was even trying to sort out his thoughts and seek advice from his significant other. The comment about Sybil was amazing and a great gut punch. His gradual coming to terms will probably lead him to forgive a lot sooner but the way he left that tavern speaks volume for how he will treat Scanlan in the future.

Moving on to the silent crowd…Pike and Grog. Scanlan knew that they’d be difficult to crack so he didn’t address them first. He saw their silence and accepted it for a while. But Grog’s seething rage as Lionel sat down to drink with him? That was so palpable, I was leaning closer to the screen the whole time. Then, as soon as that Awkward fight came to a head with some strange moves from Lionel, It shook Grog enough to take him out of his rage and send him away. CAT! C-A-T! That was everything. That broke my heart.

Pike dragged Scanlan. She dragged him so hard and I applaud Ashley, that girl can do no wrong. Scanlan was right about a few things when he left, but Pike deserved none of that. She hadn’t done anything to have Scanlan inflict those hurtful words on her. She called all of his bullshit and took him down. Good on her. Nothing is forgiven, but at least they understand one another and can work from a common ground of understanding.

And lastly…the other amazing Liar in the group. Vex, so clearly acting as if she forgave him, fooling her brother, fooling her significant other…but she is so broken. She has to be. Scanlan insulted her personally. He has been on her mind for so long and as soon as he shows up he wants her to forget? To cover up his ruse? Oh man that was the final nail in the coffin for me. She was acting through the whole ordeal that she was trying to forgive, and it may turn out that she does.
But…I can’t see that happening. He came back and the first thing he does is try to modify her memory. A family member. Someone she thought he trusted. Someone she looked to for advice sometimes. Someone who she loves. He tried to break all of that with a single spell.
I’m…to me that is the worst betrayal. He never apologized for that. He assumed Vex was fine, with her open attitude and jubilant words, welcoming him back. But I see a Vex haunted by that moment, a Vex reliving the words he said when he left. I see a Vex hiding it until something snaps and she goes beserk on him. I don’t see the forgiveness lasting. I see a broken girl desperate to try and hold things together.
I
Can’t
Wait.

Now, as for the rest of the stuff that happened, we now have the beginning of the final arc. With no message from the Raven Queen, Vax has begun to see the fates beginning to align. Scanlan is back and Vecna’s ritual has now been successful in another temple. Who knows what has happened in that two week span.

We also have Vex and Percy with a little secret. Pregnancy? Marriage? I wonder what those two are keeping from everyone else, and why Vex has chosen to keep it from her brother.

Lionel was perfect, I applaud tonight’s guest and found his performance immensely entertaining.

Sam was freaking phenomenal. He hit all the right story points and played all of his cards as best he could. He performed at 110% and evoked so many emotions. Thank you man, and you and Matt are terrible people who toy with our minds.

Sigh
Ok I’m done.

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Summary: Mickey comes to a Gallagher party after being released from prison. Ian has a panic attack and Trevor tries to help, when Mickey steps in, he finds something out he wasn’t expecting.

Word Count: 2228

Notes: Loved this request so much!! And I have a half marathon tomorrow so I’ll be super busy, I’ll try to get something in though :)


Mickey was released from jail and back home for about thirty one hours. He and Ian didn’t have time to talk yet, other than through Svetlana. He was informed that the love of his life has a fucking boyfriend, and what does one do in that situation? Mickey doesn’t have a single clue of who this guy is, but he already hates his guts.

Today though is supposed to be another Gallagher party, and Mickey cannot deny that he is thrilled to be able to go— he’s missed it, he’s missed that whole family. As he walked to the house with a cigarette between his lips, a sort of nervous sensation was growing in his stomach; he had a feeling that something was going to go wrong tonight, so he was going to do his best to be on his best behavior in front of Ian and his boyfriend.

Without knocking, Mickey walked into the house. To his surprise, Liam was the first to greet him. The little boy ran to him with spread arms, so Mickey picked him up and gave him a hug. “Missed you, Mickey.”

“Missed you too, buddy,” he smiled and put Liam back to his feet. “Where the fuck’s everybody at?” Mickey asked and searched the living room.

Liam pointed towards the kitchen. “There. Ian’s there too.”

For the same reason as always, Mickey’s heart fluttered at the name. “You know me and Ian aren’t together anymore,” he said with a sad smile.

Liam nodded. “He’s in there,” he repeated. “He’s a little weird today though,” the boy said with a shrug and then ran into the kitchen.

What does he mean by weird? Shit. It was inevitable for Mickey not to worry. He shook it off though, for the time being, and made his way into the kitchen.

Everybody’s faces broke into surprised smiles— except Ian. V jumped up to go hug him, which means she was a little drunk already. “Y’know Lana said you were coming, but I didn’t think they’d ever let you out of the slammer!” She giggled, and so did Svetlana.

Svetlana then got up with Yevgeny in her arms, and went to go place a kiss on the ex-convicts cheek. “Take baby,” she said. “Everybody miss you while you were gone.”

“I fucking missed you guys too,” he said in disbelief. He then planted a kiss on his baby’s forehead.

After that, everyone greeted him and told them how much they missed him. Throughout all of it though, he couldn’t believe how proud he was of Debbie and Carl. Yeah, Debs went nuts for a while to have the mindset of having a baby, but she’s good and being responsible. Carl’s a military boy, following in Ian’s footsteps.

The only person who didn’t run to hug Mickey was Ian. It was like he was intentionally avoiding eye contact with him. All he said was, “Hey, Mick,” in an extremely sad voice.

Following that though was the boyfriend. “Who’s this?” He spoke with no worry because he clearly had no clue— poor guy.

“I’m—-” Mickey started, but got cut off by Svetlana.

“Ex-husband. Yevgeny’s father,” she said with a smile. All of the people in the room were giving him the same apologetic look, but he didn’t lash out, he just nodded.

Trevor stepped forward with his hand out. “Oh, cool. I’m Trevor,” he was ready to shake Mickey’s hand, and the ex-con wanted nothing to do with it. After a hit on the shoulder from Svet though, he extended his own hand, and squeezed Trevor’s so tightly that a finger might have broke. “Ah, um, nice tattoos.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you, man,” Mickey said with his voice thick of sarcasm. He turned his head to look at Ian, who didn’t even seem to be paying much attention. He was rhythmically tapping his fingers, and only focusing on that. Mickey’s body tightened at the sight for some reason.

Fiona noticed all of the tension and stood back up. “Well okay, now the everyone’s here let’s get this party started!” Everyone let out a cheer and grabbed a beer— unless your Lip or Ian, they grabbed a soda. Mickey grabbed a soda as well because even though he and Ian weren’t together, he didn’t like when Ian felt like the odd one out.

After a few minutes of mingling, the group made their way into the living room, where there was more room. A few people asked Mickey about his time in jail, a few asked him what he’s going to do with his life now that he was out, and truthfully it was hard for him to answer either.

Suddenly, Frank walked into the house. “Party!” He shouted and ran to the kitchen to get a beer.

“Oh, fuck,” Lip said in annoyance. That annoyance seemed to be immediately replaced with worry though because he turned his head to see Ian’s reaction, but the redhead didn’t even seem to notice Frank, he was still fidgeting.

Mickey noticed both Ian and Gallagher father, who was coming out of the kitchen and noticing Mickey. He walked up to him with his usual cockiness.  “Mickey, how did the joint treat you?”

“Fuck off, Frank,” he shrugged.

“No beer?” Frank asked in shock. He then seemed to be hit with a sudden realization of Ian as Mickey was scoffing. Frank looked from Mickey to Ian, and patted him on the back. “Good man,” he said and then walked away.

Mickey shrugged again and sat down. It was killing him to not go over then and just jump on Ian; all he wanted to do was go kiss him and tell him how much he needed him, but he couldn’t. The sight of that scrawny little boyfriend made Mickey shutter.

Ian was uncontrollably tapping his feet. He wanted to go talk to Mickey so badly, but he was sort of scared. He had a boyfriend. Yeah sometimes he forgot to get a refill of his pills, but his life was together; he couldn’t set a match to it now. Suddenly, it started to become hard to breath. He turned to look at Mickey, but he was standing up. “I gotta piss,” Mickey said. Ian watched him walk until he was out of sight, and that’s when it started.

He was full on hyperventilating, but it wasn’t so bad yet. Then someone placed a hand on his shoulder and he jumped. When he turned to look at who it was, he couldn’t tell. Everything in his sight was blurred and before he knew it he was clutching onto himself like an anchor. Silent screams were coming out of his mouth, and tears were running down his eyes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Trevor said in worry.

“Shit!” Fiona yelled and put her beer down to approach her brother, and everyone followed in her lead.

Trevor tried to rub his hand on Ian’s back, but Ian screamed and flinched some more. “No! No! No!” He yelled, causing Trevor to jump back.

“Mickey!” Debbie yelled for the Milkovich boy. She  knew that Mickey was the only one who knew how to deal with this, even if it’s been a few years.

On que, Mickey ran back into the living room. He saw the distressed redhead sitting on the ground, and his heart dropped. “Fuck, has he been taking his meds?” Mickey asked frantically as he made his way over. Everyone shared questionative glances, and then looked at Trevor for an answer.

“I-I don’t know!” Ian’s boyfriend said guiltily.

Mickey forcefully grabbed Trevor by the collar and flung him out of the way. Doing what anybody else wouldn’t, he sat on the floor in front of Ian and pried the boy’s hands away from his eyes. “Shhhh,” he said and wrapped his arms around him and soothing rubbed his back.

Ian’s sobs grew to be more violent, but his arms were clutching around Mickey. “I’m right here. Listen to my voice. Focus on me,” Mickey softly ordered, and when Ian obliged he spoke more. “You gotta breathe, Ian. Please breathe with me.” He started taking deep breaths and waited until Ian caught on. After a while he did, and they kept doing it until Ian could control it.

He was still crying despite the fact that he stopped hyperventilating. The redhead shoved his face into Mickey’s neck. “Don’t leave. Please don’t leave again.”

“I’m not fucking leaving. I’m not,” Mickey responded and kissed the side of Ian’s head. He did not plan on getting sent away anytime soon. “Hey,” he said to get Ian to look at him. “I love you.”

Ian nodded and another tear rolled down his face. “I love you too,” he whispered.

To everyone else it sort of looked like the boys were part of a movie. Though no one other than Trevor was shocked by the words that were being exchanged, it did make their hearts melt. These boys have gone through so much together that they’re practically bound to each other. No amount of separation can really end them.

Mickey was aware of all of the eyes on him, but he didn’t mind. He planted one last kiss on the boys head and pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Are you takin’ your pills?”

Ian looked down guiltily. “I, uh, kinda need a refill,” he mumbled.

“I’ll get it later,” Mickey said and then stood up with an undeniable rage in his eyes. He went straight for Trevor, and pushed him. “You’re supposed to fucking know this shit. You’re supposed to take care of him, fucking dumbass. You’re his boyfriend aren’t you?” He pushed again and got ready to punch, but Carl pulled him back.

Trevor’s mouth dropped open— speechless for a moment, then his eyes filled with confusion and anger. “Who the fuck are you?” Suddenly his eyes widened. “Holy shit. You’re who he talks about in his sleep.”

Mickey smirked. “That’s me, asshole.”

Trevor scoffed. “Y’know what, I don’t give a shit who you are. I’m with Ian now, you fucked up. You have no place being here—”

“Travis, Trevor, whatever your name is,” Frank cut him off. “I would like to inform you that won’t win this one. I’m up to see a good fight if you two want to go at it,” he nodded.

Trevor scoffed, but before he could speak, Mickey did. “You’re a fucking—”

“Mick,” Ian cut him off. “Don’t.” He shook his head and stood up. “I’m really sorry, Trev. I tried to move on from him, really tried, but it didn’t work.”

Trevor frowned. He was truthfully saddened by all of this. “Y-you love each other?”

Both boys nodded. “Yeah, we do,” Ian said.

For some reason, Trevor turned to look at the other people in the room. Some gave him a nod, others gave him an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, man,” Kev said.

Trevor let out a quiet sound of pain, and put his head down. “I-I’ll go,” he started to walk away.

“No. Now wait one second—”

“Mickey—”

“Ian, shut the fuck up. You people,” he pointed at everyone, “should fucking know better than to let his pills run out. Did you just fucking stop checking? Since I left you stopped worrying?” His voice was cold.

Fiona and the other siblings all looked down with loads of guilt. Mickey was right, they should’ve been more attentive. They’ve been through this before, they know damn well that it could get out of hand. “We still worry. Just thought he could handle it on his own—”

“I can handle it on my own.” Ian’s voice was stern.

“You still need help though, man,” Lip said. “Just like I do with the whole fucking alcoholic thing.” There was a mix of seriousness and kindness in his voice, it showed that he was not fucking around. Ian nodded.

Fiona frowned. “W-we’re sorry.”

“Guess I didn’t know as much as I thought about you, Ian,” Trevor shook his head and then proceeded to leave.

“Fucking asshole,” Mickey said before turning back to Ian.

The redhead looked mentally drained, like he usually does after a panic attack. He looked at Mickey with soft eyes though. He’s really back. All he wanted right now was to be held. “I’m tired, Mick,” Ian said quietly.

“Go on up,” Mickey gave a slight smile. “I’ll go get your pills and then I’ll be right there.”

Ian shook his head “I need you to come with me. Haven’t had a full night sleep since you got locked up,” he looked down in embarrassment. “Fi, can you go get them?” His sister nodded.

Mickey slowly walked over to the redhead and grabbed his hand. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He then led them up the stairs, leaving everyone in silence.

The Gallaghers, Kev, V, and Svetlana all looked around at each other. It truly was heartwarming to see a member of the Milkovich family care so much about someone— it even touched Svetlana.

Kev let out a dry chuckle. “Guess none of us should be surprised that that was the outcome of this night.”

“That’s because Orange Boy and Mickey love each other,” Svetlana said.

“They really do,” Debbie smiled. “I’m glad Mickey’s back,” and so was everyone else. With Mickey being here, everything’s the way it should be. Everything fits right.

Thoughts on Strange Magic

Thoughts on Strange Magic

I love Strange Magic so much! It’s so different - a jukebox musical heavily laden with singing and fairy fantasy calendar visuals. The commitment to this artistic vision is breathtaking, and risk taking. There’s just nothing else like it.

I mean, if you actually saw some of the scant promotion for Strange Magic, you might have noticed the fantasy calendar visuals. But nothing could prepare you for the amount of singing in the film because it’s so far outside what you could reasonably expect. Apparently the film makers even considered making it sung through entirely.

(I’m kind of hoping that unnamed Lin-Manuel Miranda Walt Disney Animation Studio feature will do this, but of course with original music/lyrics rather than jukebox remixes.)

The risk of trying something way out there is that people might reject it. That’s pretty much what has happened with Strange Magic and I think that’s a shame. But if you give the movie a chance, it’s a really trippy fairy fantasy that has the whimsical dreamy feeling of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and grounds it in compelling characters with solid motivations.

The use of singing produces, at times, a weird surreal effect because it’s sometimes unclear whether the characters are really singing, or if it’s oblivious “musical” singing. Since these characters are fairies rather than humans, it’s entirely plausible for them to actually go around actually singing all the time. But then it’s weird when the Bog King says “At least you’re not singing”, and then a minute later he’s joining in the song he seemed to initially to shun. This confusing ambiguity accentuates the fuzzy transition between sword fighting and dancing together.

The duet/duel itself is something different. It reflects feelings that are similar to things like Esmeralda’s fight with Phoebus, or Megamind’s banter with Metroman (or, I’ll grudgingly admit, Roxanne…Metromind forever!). But in the form of a singing duet? I really can’t think of any precedent.

Later, it gets sublimely surreal when the movie eases into the titular duet of “Strange Magic”. The movie seems to transition into true “musical” singing, where singing is exposing Marianne and Bog’s inner thoughts rather than them actually singing. But it’s ambiguous, in a way that accentuates the surreal change of pacing and visual attitude (it literally shows the previously scary things of the dark forest in a new light).

This second duet is leisurely and dreamy, evoking the ethereal flight of Lois Lane and Superman. Oh, did I mention that there is a lot of singing in Strange Magic? Well, there is. And that’s how we’re able to enjoy three very different feeling romancing duets between the protags.

The third one is at the end, capping the movie off with an unabashedly trippy introduction of a kaleidescope effect. Because of course! I mean, why not just go all out, and go out with a bang?

Fundamentally though, Strange Magic is a movie about a love potion. Crazy hijinks ensue, but by the end of the night everyone lives happily ever after. But George Lucas fills in the big factor that was missing in A Midsummer Night’s Dream - characters that we actually care about. There’s no shortcut to that, so the bulk of the movie builds up the characters and their relationships so we love them and love seeing them bounce off each other. (Even the villain, who we love to see get put in his place.)

Each character has a core motivation that makes it easy to root for (or against) them. Marianne loves her sister Dawn. Dawn is boy crazy. Dawn’s best friend Sunny is hopelessly in love her. Roland wants an army, and is only interested in marrying Marianne so he can get that. Bog hates love and the chaos it causes. Bog’s mother wants him to fall in love. And so on.

Strange Magic is not a movie where tension is driven by a real sense of danger. You know everything’s going to work out in the end. The tension is driven by magic and love - or really, the magic of love. So, building up the characters and showing by their actions what they care about, we get a real connection with them and feel for them. There’s particularly an interesting disconnect between what Bog says about himself and the proof of his every action and instinctive expression. He sings that he’s “evil”, but his actions betray someone who is instinctively caring even to strangers he finds annoying.

The movie has been billed as a “Beauty and the Beast” story where the beast doesn’t change. But honestly, that’s more just a hook and a recurring vibe. Still, it’s fun seeing how Strange Magic deviates from Beauty and the Beast:

1) Learning to love: Strange Magic doesn’t confuse things by making either protag need to learn to love. They’re both had their heart broken, but they’re both basically doing okay single. Ironically, the fact that they both hate love at this point in their lives is one of the things that draws them together.

2) Transformation: There is a transformation, actually, but it takes place well before the protags even meet. Marianne starts off pretty much the sort of princess who is really not Bog’s type. She only unwittingly transforms herself into the sort of person that would catch Bog’s heart after her fiance breaks her heart. This transformation takes place over some time, since she trains herself into a strong sword fighter against a virtual knight to vent her frustrations.

Speaking of that virtual knight, it’s a fun callback to Sleeping Beauty. In Sleeping Beauty, Briar Rose dances with a virtual prince that’s made up of her woodland creature friends. Then, she dances with her Phillip while singing a duet. In Strange Love, Marianne learns how to sword fight dueling with a virtual knight made up of her tiny fairy spirit friends. Later, she’ll sword fight with Bog in a fight that becomes more like a dance, singing what becomes a duet.

3) Imprisonment: The “beast” does imprison Marianne’s sister Dawn, but Marianne doesn’t offer to take her place. The real prison is a result of the love potion, not the physical cell Dawn’s held in. Bog and Marianne try to free Dawn together.

4) Beauty: Neither protag is physically hideous nor is either transformed to become “beautiful”. This helps to not confuse the message about how it is to fall in love with someone’s mind or spirit rather than one’s appearances. Bog mistakenly deduced that he was too hideous to love, but that turned out to be a misinterpretation. And while Marianne isn’t physically his ideal type, neither does he consider her ugly.

Ultimately, there are so many deviations for Beauty and the Beast that it’s really more of A Midsummer Night’s Dream with some Beauty and the Beast ideas sprinkled in, than a BatB story.

So how does it compare to A Midsummer Night’s Dream? Well, I feel that A Midsummer Night’s Dream lacks characters that we really care about. Puck’s silly love dusting and magic produces silly pairings for comedic shock value, but little else because I don’t think we’re given much reason to care about what happens to the characters.

In contrast, Strange Magic concentrates almost entirely upon just one usage of the love potion. By devoting so much attention to this one usage, and making it clear how much chaos and stress is produced just from that one love dusting alone, the movie successfully amplifies the impact of the ridiculous love dusting chaos produced by the Imp.

So, the story spends a lot of time building up the relationship of Marianne and her sister Dawn. It takes time to really show us how much they care for each other. It’s essential to the story because it makes it natural for Marianne and Bog to go from fighting to loving. It seems Marianne really did enjoy their fight, but her higher priority is clearly her sister. It’s only as it becomes clear Marianne and Bog are on the same side when it comes to curing her sister that it becomes more than just a spark of natural chemistry.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream is framed within a lover’s tiff between a husband and wife, but we don’t have any emotional reason to care about them. The lover’s tiff in Strange Magic takes place near the end, after we have grown to care about the characters and their relationship. As they note in Spinal Tap, such a fine line between stupid and clever.

Oh, and one final random thought - I really appreciate how the central romance in Strange Magic is between two characters who aren’t experiencing their first love. They both have enough life experience feeling the crushing pain of heartbreak that they treat Dawn with tender care, at least. The result is that both characters are jaded and have made mistakes, like Megara from Hercules. But neither is broken out of a funk by the adorkable naivete of a manic pixie dream girl/guy. Rather, they just happen to feel a lot in common because of where they’ve been and where they are in their lives

I really appreciate that defiance of trope, and it’s another thing that makes Strange Magic so different.

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Prompt alert: Lucifer getting used to flying again and ends up taking Chloe for a flight

“Wait,” Ella says. “Are you serious? He has wings? Wingy-wings?”

“Yeah.” Chloe rubs the bridge of her nose. “I know I sound a little cracked, but… I kind of figured that you were the only person I could talk to who might get it.”

“Aw, man. That is so sweet. But.” Ella is not going to be distracted. “He has, you know – ” She does an improvised Funky Chicken in the middle of the forensics lab. “Can he fly? Because I’m sorry, that would be awesome.”

Chloe eyes her narrowly. “You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

“Why not?” Ella shrugs. “I’ve always known there was something different about him. Weird. I mean, not weird – well, yes, weird, a lot weird, but more than just that. Him being an angel, I can’t say I’m all that shocked, you know? It’s not like it’s something that I think can’t happen. I believe in a book where it happens a lot. Hey, has he announced anything? Like the two of you are meant to be and having a miracle baby?”

Chloe’s look turns cold. “No.”

“Darn.” Ella sighs. “Anyway. Wow. I have so many questions. I’m not gonna ask them, because  he’ll do that thing where he spooks and runs away like a startled turtle. If turtles ran, but you know what I mean. Is he here?”

“Yeah. In the break room.” At the other woman’s look of barely restrained curiosity, Chloe sighs and decides that since the cat, or rather the angel, is out of the bag, they might as well at least allow Ella a chance to peek. Not that Lucifer is going to be strutting around the station with his wings (or any other part of him, hopefully) hanging out, but still. “Fine. Come on.”

They leave Ella’s lab and start down the corridor to the break room. Just before they enter, however, they hear a familiar voice complaining, “Lucifer, did you eat my pudding again?”

“I did not.”

“It was right there!” Trust Dan’s dessert-related tribulations to be ongoing. “Look, I might not mind letting you have it if you asked, but you can’t just grab it and – ”

“Fine, if it’s that big of a deal, I’ll just fly down to the corner store and act as your personal messenger angel, shall I? More of Gabby’s gig than mine, but if you insist – ”

“Lucifer, can you not say crazy shit for two seconds and just – how’d you fly, anyway – ”

“Oh for goodness’ sake, Daniel! WITH THESE!”

There is a rush of air, a whoosh, a sudden light that does not come from the dismal fluorescents, and papers swirl off down the hall in a miniature cyclone. Chloe stops, stares, and then rushes forward, Ella on her heels, to wrench the door open and find Dan flattened across the far wall looking as if he is about to have a heart attack. This is understandable, due to the fact that Lucifer is standing with wings unfolded, bursting from the back of his usual smart suit jacket, tips almost touching the workplace safety poster on one wall and the coffee machine on the other. At the sight of her, he folds them tidily against his shoulders and smiles brightly. “Ah! Detective!”

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #166 - Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Originally posted by saturdaynightmovie

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Mostly.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: DVD

This post is dedicated to the memory of Peter Sallis, who passed away while I was writing. The voice of Wallace, we’ll remember always the love he had for his dog and how he was crackers for cheese.

Originally posted by digitalcelluloidboy

1) Wallace and Gromit were the stars of three original short films published by Aardman animation before this movie was released. All of them were directed by this film’s director: Nick Park. All of them were nominated for an Oscar for best animated short film. The final two (“The Wrong Trousers” and “A Close Shave”) won that Oscar. Wallace and Gromit are icons of not only British animation but animation in general, yet this is their only feature film to date. Having said that…

2) According to IMDb:

Nick Park wanted the DreamWorks logo to play an epic theme, like something akin to Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (1977). He wanted audiences to think that Aardman had sold out to Hollywood, before the film reverts to the classic Wallace & Gromit theme over the opening credits. The intro was also one of the last scenes filmed.

3) As the opening credits play the camera pans across a series of family photos featuring the titular pair, telling it’s own little story in them. It’s actually a perfect way to introduce their relationship: Wallace’s love for cheese, Gromit’s sort of impatience with Wallace’s shenanigans, but also the deep friendship they have.

4) The vegetable shop in this film is called Harvey’s.

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5) Peter Sallis as Wallace is a delightful treat.

Originally posted by sandowkm

Dreamworks originally wanted the performer - who had played the character since “A Grand Day Out” was released in 1989 - replaced by a bigger star. Nick Park firmly refused (casting Helena Bonham Carter and Ralph Fiennes in original roles to give Dreamworks this desire) and the film is better for it. Having a big name voice Wallace would be distracting. Sallis defined who Wallace was, playing the character until 2008′s “A Matter of Loaf and Death” (which is his last performance as the character). He brings with him a charmingly dimwitted yet sincere nature. There is no malice in Wallace, no annoyance. He is a totally warm and lovable character and I am grateful to Sallis for bringing that to him.

As I’m writing this I see that Peter Sallis has just passed away at 96. His agents announced, “It is with sadness that we announce that our client Peter Sallis died peacefully, with his family by his side, at Denville Hall on Friday 2 June.” I dedicated this post to his memory above but would be remise if I did not emphasis just how much of an impact he not only had on this series, but the world of voice over animation as a whole with his iconic character of Wallace.

6) Gromit is one of the finest examples of character animation ever.

Originally posted by casinoo

Gromit has the strongest personality of any character in the film without voice or even a mouth. His snark, his heart, his humor, who he is, is ALL in the eyes. In the movement of his eyebrows. It is truly remarkable when you think about it, especially considering how iconic a character he has become.

7) I have never related to a character as on this subject as deeply as I do with Wallace.

Wallace: “The fact is, I’m just crackers about cheese!”

8) Helena Bonham Carter as Lady Tottington.

Bonham Carter is one of the most sincere voice over performers I’ve ever heard, with her role in Corpse Bride just as delightful as in this film. There is no ego to Tottington, you don’t even think you’re listening to Bonham Carter. You are listening to the optimistic, earnest, trusting, kind, and sympathetic Lady Tottington and I think that works wonderfully.

9) Ralph Fiennes as Victor Quartermain.

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Like Bonham Carter, Fiennes is able to remove all sense of ego and just serve the character Victor is. No stranger to voice over work (notably The Prince of Egypt before this film), Fiennes is able to let loose and have fun with what is essentially a real dirt bag of a person. And although we may not like Victor we love to hate him and I credit both the filmmakers and Fiennes for making that possible.

10) The decision to go with the horror subgenre for this film is an interesting one. Much like how “The Wrong Trousers” felt like a Hitchcock movie, Curse of the Were Rabbit uses the established tropes of horror well by creating a unique atmosphere and having fun with its established tropes. A strong early example of this is when the priest in the film encounters the Were-Rabbit. He’s walking through a gloomy cemetery at night, hears a strange noise, goes into his church and then something is creeping up on him. Something we never really see. You could have opened the film that way and we would’ve understood what kind of tone it was aiming for.

11) There is also a lot of fine misdirection with the Were-Rabbit before the reveal towards the end. It is totally plausible and believable that it is one of Wallace’s rabbits run amok based on the way the filmmakers treat it, but also when you rewatch it you can easily see how the final twist works perfectly even if the filmmakers aren’t as in your face about it.

12) Like all Wallace and Gromit projects, this film has an incredibly strong sense of humor. The town meeting in the church is a wonderful example of this. From the organ player doing a, “dun dun dun!” after a startling statement is made, to this visual:

Strong visual and verbal humor are abound in a way which makes this film wonderfully funny.

13) I’m Gromit in this situation.

Wallace [after Quartermaine asks how they could catch such a big rabbit]: “With a big trap!”

Gromit: [Face palms.]

Townsperson: “By jove, he’s got it!”

[Townspeople start cheering.]

14) The lady rabbit trap is also another wonderful example of humor this film has. It is not only wildly creative but shows off some more of Gromit’s wonderful physical character.

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15) While Gromit is alone waiting for Wallace to come back to the car we are given some surprisingly wonderful tension. The noises, the jumps, it is right out of a horror film and works wonderfully well.

16) Wallace transforming into the Were-Rabbit is wonderful. It’s straight out of the Wolf Man and a wonderful piece of animation. It is the big twist of the film: our hero is the monster! And the way everyone reacts to it is just hysterical.

17) They had to make this joke, didn’t they?

Victor [after the priest says the Were-Rabbit can only be killed with gold]: “Gold?”

Priest: “Yes. 24…carrot. [He chuckles].”

18) The rabbit Hutch turning into Wallace is absolutely fantastic.

Everything out of Hutch’s mouth is 1) a sped up version of Peter Sallis’ own voice and 2) a line that was either said earlier in this film or in a previous Wallace and Gromit. I think that concept is just hysterical and love that they included it in the film.

19) If you want to understand how wonderfully weird this film is, just consider this line.

Wallace [tearing up]: “Oh Gromit! I don’t want to be a giant rabbit!”

20) There are two jokes which I find straight up hysterical back to back.

Quartermaine [to the police officer]: “I don’t want to cause any panic, but the beast isn’t actually dead yet.”

Police officer [through his megaphone]: “The best isn’t actually dead yet?”

Quartermaine [after firing off a bullet to calm the crowd down]: “Now listen carefully. I’ve only got two [realizes he just shot off a bullet]…ugh, I’ve only ONE gold bullet left!”

21) I just love how THIS is what lets Lady Tottington know the Were-Rabbit is Wallace.

Originally posted by sandowkm

That hand gesture is so iconic for the character that even Hutch the rabbit spoofs it quite frequently.

22) The entire “Dogfight” between Gromit and Quartermain’s dog is an excellent showcase for how the series incorporates amazing action with wildly strong humor (as they did in the train chase in “The Wrong Trousers”). It is by far my favorite scene in the film, and when they have to insert another coin to keep going has my rolling with laughter.

23) The scene where the Were-Rabbit “dies” and turns back into Wallace is lifted directly from Lon Chaney Jr’s The Wolf Man and I just love that.

24) Of course cheese brings Wallace back and everybody has a happy ending.

25) I just need to get this out of my system:

(GIF originally posted by @marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer)


Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were Rabbit is another excellent piece of animation from Aardman studios. It has the warmth, humor, heart, and characters we’ve come to expect not only from the filmmakers but from the series itself. Peter Sallis SHINES as Wallace and the additions of Helena Bonham Carter and Ralph Fiennes works wonderfully well. It is an excellent piece of animation and filmmaking in general. And I would be regretful if I did not make one last dedication to the late Peter Sallis. He may be gone, but children and fans everywhere will always have the warmth of his voice through the character of Wallace.

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Done. - Bucky Barnes

request:  prompt one 25 38 41 buckyyy @aweways

summary: One training session with Bucky turns nasty and soon your ready to hand in your resignation. But does Bucky really want to see you go so soon? 

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warnings: angst / fluff / asshole!Bucky / fluffy!bucky /


“I just don’t see the point, Bucky!” Letting out a frustrated growl as the Soldier rolled his eyes again, I tucked my head behind my knees, trying to regain my vision and a healthy heart beat again.

For some reason today, Bucky was not letting me go down without a fight. Maybe it was the fact that I was his first ‘Trainee’ and he felt the need to get it right, or the fact that Steve supervised the training process and if I didn’t get better, he’d be disappointed. No one likes it when the Captain is disappointed, it felt as if you punched a kitten when I caused disappointment to gather in his baby blue eyes.

“Get it, now. I’m not kidding Charlie, now get up and keep going.” Embarrassment at my ass being kicked in our gym filled with all of us Avengers, training for the next deathly task we had to take.

The way he’d been kicking my ass, I was 90% sure my ass had vanished.

I had no ass to be kicked anymore, it had fallen off when he did his last move of literally kicking me in the ass so I’d stumble to the ground. I felt red flames on my cheeks, and the stare’s that were starting made me freeze.

I’d rather be smothered to death with a couch pillow than exerting any more energy in this session. I muttered to Bucky with my face hidden, my head was on my knees in pure shame.

“I can’t…”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t think I heard you correctly!”

“I said, I can’t anymore…” A crack at the end gave my eyes the feeling to leak with salty drops of ‘weakness’. I didn’t want to become more pathetic than I already was, and crying was as pathetic as this moment could get for me.

“We don’t use ‘I can’t’ here. If you want to be an Avenger, then act like one, dammit!”

“I’m trying!” I cried out, finally looking up at the chocolate hair and glaring blue eyes that stared down at me with such intensity. Maybe I wasn’t good enough, maybe it was for the best if I left…

What the hell is wrong with you? Dammit. Okay.. well, maybe it’s best if you throw in the damn towel now. Before you get yourself and the rest of us killed out on missions!”

Bucky’s words stung, but what stung more was that no one raised an objection. They just were in some silent agreement with Bucky.

“Wha-”

“If that’s what you think is best, then by all means…” I turned around to see the twin doors open by FRIDAY listening to our conversation. What a cold hearted bitch, that AI was…

The gym was deadly silent now, Sam stopped punching the bag that Steve was effortlessly holding. Tony wasn’t spotting Clint anymore at the weights and so Barton laid there, with his head poking up to watch Bucky and I exchange our heated argument. Breathing in heavily like everyone else was. The gym air felt thick now, to me. It was thick with pity.

I was stumbling to my feet now, holding onto my knees as I got up on my feet. I felt like the wind just got knocked out of my chest, just from these small movements. It was painful enough to have the attention of everyone in the room, but to be this feeble and vulnerable…this felt like a whole new level of humiliation that I’ve unlocked in a very cruel video game.

I prayed for someone to at least look at me and see I needed some help! No one met my eyes that spun while I stood still, even with the room spinning, no movement was heard throughout the gym, nothing but Bucky’s invisible shoving at me to get the hell out of this gym.

I was on my own, just like before. I have always been on my own. Even after I had joined this group of misfits, I was the one looking in from the outside.

I somehow made it to the gym door, and grasped onto it, catching my dying breaths. I felt like I was going to be sick, and I wasn’t going to shame myself further by vomiting on my exit out of this gymnasium hell.

I gathered a steady balance and immediately set myself off to the bathroom down the hall. It was private so I could sob with no interruptions. Getting there was easy. Throwing up was easier. Coming to terms with the fact that I’d just unveiled my weakness in front of the people I called, ‘family’? A family that frowned on weakness, by the way. That was something by mind couldn’t conquer, or convey. How was I ever going to get off of this cold tile and make it to my room? What was going to happen next to me? Would I be kicked off? Or just sent into filing mission reports with the nerds in the basement who all had this weird look of fascination every time they saw me bring them the files that needed to be written up. It creeped me out, and I really didn’t want to leave Stark tower, too.

“FUCK!” I yelled to the audience of the vacant bathroom. I hated this damn world right now, nothing could get worse. I was absolutely sure nothing would be worse than right now.

Today, though, the lord was mad at something I’d done in the past, I believe. Because after splashing my face with cold water, washing out my mouth and smoothing down my unpleasant post-gym hair-frizz, I walked out of the bathroom, ready to bolt to the elevators and get to my room as fast as possible.

However, I was blocked by a 200 lb mass of muscle that had been lingering outside the door, anxiously waiting for the lock to turn and for me to emerge.

I yelped and felt my tired knees buckle but before I smashed my body onto the tiling, I was caught by two strong hands. Two strong, strangely different in texture and temperature, hands.

“Woah, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” Opening my eyes I was met with eyes that we’re the summer sky’s afternoon colored blue. The midnight’s bewitching sky was the color of straight hair that framed the face that those eyes belonged to.

Bucky.

“S-s-sorry,” I muttered, feeling a weird mix of anger, fear, and embarrassment inside my chest. I stood up as fast as I could and shook myself out of those, surprisingly comfortable, arms. “I came here to just say that what happened in the gym today was complete-”

“Save it. What you said in there was all true. So don’t apologize for shoving my face in a pie of reality…” I tried to push my way past the mass of man but Bucky put an arm up against the doorframe, blocking me once again.

Bucky’s face was drowning in confusion and frustration. He knew why I was so pissed and wanted to run, but he didn’t understand the words I let fall from my lips so freely.

“No! That not what I came to say-”

“What! More insults! Fine, then… bring it on. I’m dead inside already, you’re just trying to kill a corpse now, Barnes.”

Bucky felt devastated, did I really think that low of him? He sure made it easy to make it so I did, but he always believed I held onto a bit of light for him.

Apparently not.

“You think I came to insult you-”

“Why else would you speak to me!”

“Let me fucking finish a goddamn sentence and you’ll find out! Fuck! Why does everything turn into a fight with you!”

“Because you make it one, Bucky! I can never satisfy you in the gym. You never even glance at me anytime we pass each other. I don’t even remember a thank you after I saved you from that sniper you missed!”

“I didn’t miss him! I knew he was there, I was gonna knock his ass out!” I bellowed a fake laugh at Bucky’s attempt to gain himself some sort of manliness just because I let him live…men.

“Were you going to knock him on his ass before or after he released the trigger you wouldn’t even hear, letting a bullet hit you right in the pulmonary artery. I like to call that shot instant death… so when would it be, James!”

“Don’t talk to me like that and use my name as if we’re friends.”

Bucky sneered down at me. I had nothing left to lose. So, why not take a few verbal swings at the man who dashed my dreams of helping the world just one more time?

“What are you gonna do? Kill me? Hit me? Take me to Fury? Go ahead, do all three, I have nothing left, Bucky! In 24 hours I’m going to be homeless and you’ll be here, sleeping in night terrors that we all fuckin’ hear at night. So go ahead and hurt me. Hurt me like you did not even an hour ago in front of my used-to-be family…” I had tears running down my cheeks that were just two ripe tomatoes. I was breathless from my rant, making my chest rising up and down.

“I just wanted to fucking tell you that I’m sorry! I was a dick in there and I’ve been one since I met you. I wanted to clean our slate because you are an amazing fighter. One of the damn best, counting Romanoff and Barton. Look,”

Bucky absentmindedly tucked a tuft of hair that had fallen from my loosened braid, behind my ear. Leave his hand lingering near my cheek, wiping my tears away. This was no Bucky that I’d ever known, this was a new one, one that I thought I was going to meet two years ago, but I was met with passive aggressive Bucky. This… this was James Buchanan Barnes. Not Bucky, Barnes, Winter Soldier… just James B. Barnes.

“Then why tell me to leave? Why kick my ass in front of everyone, telling them I should leave?”

“Because! I- I was trying to save face… but like always, I went too far.”

“Wait, what?”

There was a pregnant pause before I heard a mutter come from Buck, “Punk read my diary…”

I couldn’t help the giggle that released from my tense chest, letting the steam that lingered in there, die down. I had no tears threatening to fall, and I had no shake in my voice. I felt… safe? No… I think I felt comfort, with Bucky right now. That was a first.

Bucky’s shoulders fell with no more tension tightening them. His face brightened, illuminating his usually flat, creamy, pale skin.

”I’m so sorry I hurt you. Verbally and physically… that the last thing I’d ever want to do to you… all I want is to protect you, give you a happy life. I don’t know where my head has been these last two years but seeing you walk out those doors… made me finally accept that I can’t be without you. You’re a chatterbox, an amazing midnight sandwich chef, a terrible dancer, a loving, kind person…”

Our bodies we’re moving closer to each word Bucky spoke, his metal hand now slithered it’s way to the small of my back, bringing me finally nose to nose with the man who kicked my ass an hour ago. Now confessing his feelings for me…

Bucky Barnes was not one to be subtle, I guess.

“What are you asking me, James?” I was dipping my foot into the pool again, testing my waters with him. This time, though, when I said his real name, a broad smile appeared, and the hold on me just got tighter, and stronger with a sense of desire awaiting in his grasp.

“I’m asking you, to forgive my horrible, facade, and accept me telling you that I’m crazy about you doll…” I let out a breathless laugh, almost astounded to hear such words come from his lips.

“What can I do to make it up to you? I’ll do anything, Even if it’s going to China and back for a chocolate bar… what can I give you? Do for you?” A smile on my face brought a laugh, I brought my hand to cup his worried face, stroking it to calm the pounding in his heart. “Just… kiss me where it hurts,” 

Bucky’s tentative eyes almost frantically started looking me up and down, trying to find a spot of pain. “Where does it hurt, doll?” 

“Right here…” I whispered. With a dip of my head and nudge of my nose on his cheek, I kissed him. Feeling no longer like I was being held in his embrace, I was now, just floating in thin air. His arm didn’t weigh me down it lifted me up. His lips didn’t hurt my heart, they made it pump in a thrilling manner. His eyes didn’t frantically search the room around us whenever they made a connection with mine, now they just stayed staring at me. Never leaving my big and bright, loving eyes that looked into his with desire.

I no longer felt lost, like I had no family. Like I was on my own. With Bucky, now, I had a home. And that home traveled with me when I left those blue eyes. My home only felt more secure when I was finally laying in these arms, talking about my day, the things that happened. The good and the bad.

I guess I had been looking for a home for so long I’d forgotten what home felt like…

My home was never a place, but a feeling. One that only your soulmate could ever give you. I’ve realized, now, that your soulmate can be that one person you’d thought hated with a passion.

I guess soulmates have a good way of hiding behind smoke and mirrors until the time is right, though.


a/n: Let me know your thoughts! I hope this one is a bit different then the normal asshole bucky suddenly becomes sweet!Bucky. I always love hearing from you guys! Never be afraid to hit me up!! 

Here’s what’s up next: Last part to @giftofdreams and I’s collaboration three part: A Hidden Hero: 1 & 2 

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A Stisaac drabble! You can read the rest of my drabbles over here at AO3. They’re mostly Sterek and Steter. 


Sometimes, when Stiles is growing up, he wanders downstairs in the morning, yawning and trailing his blankie, and there’s some kid sitting at the kitchen table who wasn’t there the night before. Sometimes the kid stay a few hours, and sometimes a few days, and then they’re gone again. Sometimes the kids are older than Stiles, and sometimes they’re younger. Sometimes they’re fun, and sometimes they’re quiet. Once, a girl bites Stiles so hard that he needs to get stitches on his thumb. Mostly though, the sleepover kids are okay.

Stiles is eight when Isaac first sleeps over. Isaac doesn’t magically appear in the middle of the night. He comes home one afternoon in the back seat of Dad’s cruiser, with a plastic bag full of clothes clutched under one arm.

Isaac is one of the quiet ones. He and Stiles color until it’s time for dinner, and Stiles lets Isaac pick all the good pens first. The ones that haven’t dried out because Stiles forgot to put the lids on. They have mac and cheese for dinner, and Isaac goes to sleep in the spare room. The next morning he packs up his clothes again, and Dad drives him away somewhere.

The sleepovers stop when Mom gets sick. Then she gets worse, and then…

Then she’s gone.

Stiles’s dad is gone too, for a long time. He drinks too much. He falls down a lot. It hurts Stiles in ways he’s too little to properly articulate, but mostly he thinks it’s because his dad is so broken that he doesn’t see how much Stiles is hurting too. Stiles needs him, and his dad doesn’t notice. It takes a long time for things to get better again.

There are no more sleepovers, and sometimes Stiles feels like the strangers at the kitchen table in the morning are him and his dad.

It’s not until Stiles is twelve that he realizes those weren’t sleepovers at all.

Those were emergency care placements.


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Wrong Number, Right Call (part 3)

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Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Synopsis: The truth comes out…

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: A little happiness for you guys… because, after this week, I think we all need it. Please note that I am not tagging this. I don’t want any of you to think that I’m trying to exploit current events for the sake of notes. I’m intending this post more as a gift for my friends and followers, to (hopefully) brighten your world during these dark times.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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Mere seconds after he had sent the second text, Seung Hyun’s phone rang.

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#9 Surveillance Van

A/N: Alright lovely folks!!! I have been working pretty hard on this series lately, so I hope we can move them along. I’m sorry for the lack of fics lately, I’m still dealing with the aftermath of the month I spent in Vienna (so much stuff piled up).

First of all, a huge thanks to my friend Alejandra a.k.a. @allenting, also known as quality control. I’ve been in a huge rut regarding this particular number, and she helped me as always. In the end I believe we had quite some fun planning the dialogue for this fic.

Second of all, thanks to everyone who regularly reviews my fics. You have no idea how important you are to me. Knowing that someone is enjoying what I write is the best possible feeling.

Prompt #9: Surveillance van. She always considered surveillance boring. Until he joined the unit.

Word count: 1,546

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One Night

In which you find yourself in bed with Harry Styles, and you’ve got a bit of a secret.

A/N: Could it be? Sydney finished the virginity oneshot?! YES MY FRIENDS: IT IS TRUE! I’m hoping this doesn’t disappoint because its probably not quite what everyone was expecting… but nevertheless I had fun writing it because it seems that this is a dream for a lot of fans.  So enjoy. ;)

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Shance-Altean Lance

Thank you @merchant-of-aegis for the prompt! I had a lot of fun writing this! So here you go, I hope you enjoy!

Shiro couldn’t sit still. Not while Lance was in the pod. Not without seeing Lance come out of the pod as good as new. Not until Lance and Shiro talk.

To say that everyone was surprised when the castlems systems told them was an understatement. Allura and Coran couldn’t grasp what they were told, and they have refused to leave the room as well. Hunk, while having left a few times to grab food for everyone, was trying to figure out how he never noticed, how Lance will take the information. Keith and Pidge didn’t know Lance quite as well as Hunk or Shiro, but they did understand that Lance was going to need as much support as he could get. Shiro has been pacing back and forth in front of the pod for the better part of an hour, not really paying attention to anyone else in the room or to what they said, directed to him or not. All he could think about was how this was his fault.

It had all started as any mission would have. They were protecting a planet from the Galra, and doing a great job. Everyone was focused and working in
Unison. It was actually quite beautiful how everyone worked in tandem, covering for one another, weaving in and out of formation. That is until the Blue Lion was hit by the ion cannon. Falling and falling and crashing on the nearby moon. After that, there was no pattern of attack. It was just brutal rage. While Shiro, Keith and Pidge finished the rest of the Galra ships, Hunk had grabbed Blue and brought them back to the castle.

When they finally came back to the castle, Lance was already in the pod, and Coran and Allura were yelling in Altea, it seemed like they were arguing about something the at was on the tablet in Coran’s hand. And that’s when Coran told them.

Now all they could do is wait around for Lance to come out of the pod. And then what? Who would tell him the truth? They couldn’t hide it from him, they all agreed that Lance deserved to know, even if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Maybe Allura? She would tell him, straight forward. Blunt. Honest. But Lance would need comfort as well, and while Allura might be honest, she isn’t the most compassionate person on the team. Maybe Coran? He would be good, compassionate and still right to the point, he would beat around the bush, but he would help Lance through it. But to be honest, Shiro wants to be the one to tell him, they were the closest. While the others may not know about their relationship, Shiro could easily say that he was his commanding officer, and he should tell Lance. Yeah, that might work. But right now, all Shiro wants is to hold Lance close and make sure that he’s ok.

It took about two more hours before Lance came out of the cryopod, Shiro catching him before he could fall. He holds him close, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against his own. Just feeling Lance breathe against him helps Shiro’s anxiety and worries wash away with each breath. Shiro looks back to the others and they’re already backing towards the door, letting Shiro handle breaking the news to Lance. It seems that everyone was hoping he would do it, not that he’s complaining. But looking back to Lance he can see that Lance sees everyone else hanging back.

“Um? Is… something wrong?” Lance looks back at Lance. He gives him a warming smile, hoping that it would help smooth Lance.
“No, no you didn’t do anything wrong. But we do need to talk. Come on, let’s go and get you changed out of this.” Shiro leads Lance out of the medical bay, the others watching them with a bit too much of a glint in their eyes.

Shiro led them back to Lance’s room, knowing that Lance would like to change first. As Lance goes into the bathroom, Shiro sits on the bed, trying to figure out how to tell Lance. He could go blunt and honest, but that might be seen as if he’s accusing Lance of hiding it. He could try to beat around the bush, but that could end just as disastrous. Shiro hangs his head, letting it rest in his palms. How is He going to tell Lance. He was so worried about making sure Lance was ok, he didn’t think about how he was going to tell him.

“Shiro?” Lance quietly asks, he tentatively places his hand on Shiro’s shoulder, most likely hoping not to startle him. Shiro doesn’t lift his head right away, trying to steal his emotions and not show his worry. It didn’t work. As soon as Lance saw his face, his own fell and he stooped down to be at the same level as Shiro, he cradles his face into his hands, and says just as quietly as before, “ Shiro, what’s wrong? What’s got you all worried?”
“You.”
“Me?”
Shiro’s realized that was probably the wrong thing to say as Lance starts to lean back. Shiro takes hold of Lance’s hands and pulls him back to him, wrapping him in an overbearing hug.
“I was so worried when I saw you take that hit, I was terrified that you were hurt, and that I would lose you and then Coran told us….told us.”
“Hey, hey. It’s ok Shir, I’m here. I’m right here. I’m fine, I’m safe. I’m, Wait….What did Coran tell you?”

Shiro slowly looks back up at Lance. He looks at the freckles that always framed Lance’s eyes. Only now does Shiro see how they look so much like Allura’s and Coran’s facial markings.he never noticed how they clustered just under his eyes and only lightly spread over his nose to connect with each other.

“Lance, after you were in the pod for awhile…the pod sent Coran a diagnosis about your condition….”
“Ok. And it said I’m alright. Right? I’m not dying. Right? Please tell me I’m not dying because of some weird alien disease, that isn’t a very heroic way to die. I’m not dying…….right?”

Shiro’s couldn’t help but laugh at how dramati Lance was being, it helped clear some tension he hadn’t realized was in his shoulder. “No Lance. You aren’t dying. I swear. You are perfectly healthy.”
“Oh thank God, I’m glad that it isn’t that.”

“Lance…..you have Altean blood.”

“What?”

“You’re half Altean.”

Lance’s eyes widen when Shiro finally got the words out. Just three simple words and Lance’s world just shattered. Everything he knew about his family, about himself, just torn down by Shiro’s words. He never wanted to be the one to rip apart Lance’s view about himself. He knows his boyfriend has self image and self confidence issues. This would absolutely destroy any self image he had of himself.

“Lance…I need you to talk to me. Please, baby, don’t go lock me out. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Shiro takes ahold of Lance’s shoulders and slowly leads him up onto the bed, all Lance does is follow To where he leads him. Once Lance is sitting next to him, Shiro wraps his Galra arm around him, holding him close, and lowers both of them down to lounging on the bed. Lance clings to him as if Shiro is the only thing keeping him tied to reality,

“I…I didn’t know….I mean….I guess a lot of stuff makes more sense now…i just….I don’t know what to do. Everything I’ve known is Earth, I knew that no matter what happened out here I would always have my humanity. But now…. I don’t even have that. Never really did, I guess.” Shiro runs his human hand through Lance’s hair, feeling how soft it is, scraping his nails lightly over his scalp.
“You still have your humanity Lance, even if you were Altean, or whatever alien life is out there. You grew up with humans, you learned like us and dreamed like us. Your humanity isn’t something you gain, it’s something you learn. And it doesn’t matter to us if your half Altean. I mean, we kept Keith, right?” Shiro was hoping the joke would get through to Lance, but he can’t tell with how they’re positioned.

“Do the others think the same? I mean, it’s pretty big news.”

“I’m positive that the others think the same. I think they’re more worried for you, how you’re taking it.”

Lance wraps his arms around Shiro, holding him as close as physically possible. He buries his face into Shiro’s chest. Most likely to afraid to look up. Lance’s next words are mumbled into Shiro’s shirt, but he can still hear it.

“ and the princess? I’m sure she isn’t to happy about me being this half Altean half human hybrid. probably think of me as some sort of mistake, if she didn’t already think that.”

“What?! Are you kidding?! Lance, I’m pretty sure she is delighted to know about this! She and Coran are probably planning on teaching you everything about Altea that they can. They aren’t mad, or think less of you. They never did.”

Lance looks up at Shiro, finally, but his eyes are watering so much Shiro is surprised that they haven’t fallen yet.

“And what about you?”

Shiro is a little taken aback by Lance’s question, and it seems that Lance takes the immediate silence as something bad because now the tears are falling down his face, cascading in rivers down his cheek bones to collect at his chin, where they fall in large droplets. Shiro uses both hands to wipe away his tears, holding Lance’s face in his hands as delicately as he can.

“ nothing could change how I feel about you Lance, just because we learned more about you doesn’t change who you are to me.”

“But-”

“No. No buts. Just because your heritage is much more…diverse than we thought, it doesn’t change your personality. It won’t change how much I love you.”

Shiro bends down just enough to place a kiss on top of Lance’s forehead. He starts to trace the outline his freckles create around his eyes, as he trails kisses down Lance’s forehead, down the bridge of his nose, until he finally gets to Lance’s lips. Kissing them just as lightly as he did his forehead. Their foreheads touch and they stay like that, each wondering what this new information means for Lance. But all they need to know right now is that they each other, no matter what comes next. For either of them.

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Takashi gets into some kind of trouble and shibata finds himself a part of the natsume protection squad (which he didn't know existed, but he's all for it). Takashi is oblivious.

this got heavier than i anticipated

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Katsumi can count on both hands the number of actual, physical fights he’s been in, and still have several fingers left over. He was a bully growing up, and maybe he still is one a little bit, but he would sooner use words to hurt than fists. He’s always held himself just above sinking to that low, that ‘stupid, belligerent guy’ low. Smart people aren’t into stupid guys, after all, and Katsumi likes dating smart people. 

But today, as the shadows stretch across the ground and the skyline burns dark orange in the dusk, the knuckles on his right hand are bruised. There’s blood in his mouth, dripping from a split lip. 

Today, he threw the first punch. And the second, and the third. Outnumbered, and angry enough not to care, seething with it to the point that no words were heavy enough to hurt the way he wanted those strangers to hurt. 

His fingers are folded tight around Natsume’s and he refuses to let go, even when Natsume’s friends catch up, and the odds go from three on two to three on six. Even when Tanuma and Kitamoto and fearless Taki move into the middle of the conflict and refuse to give ground, diffusing the tension with steely eyes and steadfast voices until those unfamiliar high schoolers turn around and leave. 

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forfeit

inuchiyo (maeda toshiie) x mc (misaki kasagi)

a/n: look i love fluff, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes i need to amp up the angst. (send help i broke my own heart) ((@jemchew i hope you were ready for this))

When she was fourteen, the love of his life had looked up at him with eyes full as a rain-swelled river, and asked him if he thought anyone would ever want to marry her.

His emotions had always run high — it was part of why he fought so much, and he wanted terribly to go punch the lights out of the boy who had just insulted her — and that hadn’t improved with age. The tightening in his jaw and the twitch of his fingers into fists was a testament to this.

But the anger was soon squashed by the sound of her sniffling, the sight of her clenching the sleeves of her kimono in her hands as if to ward off the tears by determination alone, and Inuchiyo felt his insides soften. He had smiled, and ruffled her hair like always, and tried not to look too serious as he sighed,

“Well, if nobody marries you, I will, okay?” She blinked once, then cocked her head to the side.

“When?” His heart skipped a beat, but he managed to reply without a tremor in his voice.

“When you’re twenty.”

At this, she had smiled, resolute, and swept the last of the tears from the corners of her eyes before holding up her pinky.

“Alright. Promise?”

His heart skipped a beat as he locked their pinkies together, smiling bittersweet down at her.

“Promise.”

Someone else would marry her, he told himself, unhooking his pinkie from hers and ushering her back to her family restaurant.

Someone else would marry her. They had to. Six years was a long time.

But for a moment, he had hope.

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Veneers

Request: Imagine where Y/N’s entire family are pure-blood Gryffindors, but she gets sorted into Slytherin whilst her twin brother gets sorted into Gryffindor and Draco makes fun of her but when he sees that she’s annoyed/upset, he comforts her and offers her friendship?

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If you are still taking requests, I’d like one about a Slytherin girl who is cunning and clever and people call her the Slytherin Princess. ()

⇢  A Draco x Reader work inspired by the word “prejudice.” 

Hogwarts is said to be the safest place in the world. However, during the moment of your sorting, you feel anything but. Not that you feel threatened, per se, but as you walk over to the cheering crowd shrouded in green, you can’t help but notice the looks of disdain from the other houses.

Yet, what hurts the most is scouring through the sea of scarlet to meet your twin brother’s appalled eyes, only to watch him look away without so much as a smile.

You blink. He must have been looking at someone else.

All too soon, it comes time for the Start-of-Term Feast. Robes drape the once empty seats, but you stand to the side, alone. Instinctively, you search the room for your brother. Your heart grows heavy when you see him laughing in a crowd of red. Did he look around the Great Hall to see you too?

No. He is too busy basking in the Gryffindor camaraderie. You should have been there. You grew up surrounded by Gryffindors. You were taught their ideals. It’s where you belong.

Or so you thought. By a simple shout from a hat, your reality was shattered. But the hat did say he knows the parts of you that you refused to admit to even yourself. Hopefully, the judgement of a rhyming hat is credible.

“Y/N!”

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The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part Two - The Hazing

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst
Members:  OT7
Word count: 2,503

A/N: Honestly I’m not a big fan of this chapter but some tidbits of info in this one are essential for later on. Let’s just call it that one episode that almost cancelled the show… cool? cool. - Amelia

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“Kim Taehyung!” I yelled. “Are you kidding me?!”

“What now!?” Hoseok groaned. I probably killed his ears these last two days with all the shouting. The other boys looked up from their desks to see Jungkook’s computer mouse glued to my palm.

Jungkook slipped away from Jimin’s desk and rushed to my side, frantically asking if I’d be alright. The rest of the boys were murmuring amongst themselves then I could hear one of the chairs scraping back on the linoleum.

“Taehyung, you idiot.” Yoongi’s eyes darkened, like some kind of beast had awoken inside him.

“Hyung, don’t hit him again!” Jimin intervened, walking over and standing between the two boys desks.

“This is a big offence Jimin. Let me teach him another lesson?”

“How about we let Y/n decide how to deal with this situation?” Namjoon suggested, and then they all looked over to me.

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⇢ slytherin!yoongi

part of the BTS x Hogwarts series.
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Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

  • I’m doing this because later on I’m going to be making a series off this entire AU post and so I just need to express my love for this idea
  • I’m a huge Harry Potter fan and have often imagined Yoongi as a Slytherin and so we’re going to go with it and with my idea and hope it goes places
  • VISUALS
  • Slytherin! Yoongi always had his natural brown hair but then he accidentally dyed it silvery blonde in third year after doing a potions spell wrong
  • But he grew to it and so continued to keep it that colour afterwards
  • His parents are rich and actually quite chill but he always had super nice and well made robes and a really good wand
  • His parents are, though, pure-blood and have been Slytherin’s for the longest time and expect Yoongi to at least keep up the family name and keep the bloodline pure
  • He follows this rule for around 3 years until you appear

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Chapter Five: A Midsummer Nightmare

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Abigail Adam’s production of Grease showed for three nights in early February of Riley’s freshman year. Riley and Kai played the quirky but loveable Jan and Putzie and during the rehearsal period Riley felt comfortable playing a ‘minor roll’ as she commonly referred to it. Kai kept stressing to Riley that being a Pink Lady was not minor by any means and she shouldn’t minimise her importance to the production. His encouraging words sent Riley into a nervous tailspin and she began worrying about messing the routines up for everyone with her clumsy habits. Kai happily put in countless hours with Riley after scheduled rehearsals. So much so that by opening night Riley could perform the entire play with her eyes closed. Even the parts that she wasn’t in. 

After a month of rehearsals and Riley’s involvement in the drama club her friendship with Kai had completely solidified at this point. Kai would eat dinner with the Matthews at least three times a week, which was three times a week more than Maya had been lately. 

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