content: After hearing some
suspicious noises coming out of Dean’s bedroom the night before, Sam
decides to confront his brother.
word count: 2,088
“Dean, we need to talk.”
Sam’s voice sounds very serious
while he leans against the kitchen counter and folds his stupidly
long arms in front of his chest, glaring at his older brother with
the familiar I-don’t-support-your-life-choices look. He
doesn’t even waste his time with a “Good morning” or something
similar and that’s always a bad sign.
Dean, however, isn’t really
impressed by that. He places the bacon onto the hot pan at a
leisurely pace, ignoring Sam completely, until he finally shoots a
quick glance over his shoulder.
“And what’s so important at 7
Sam huffs impatiently. “You know!”
Dean rolls his eyes. “No, I don’t
know. That’s why I’m asking.”
Sam fidgets uncomfortably as if he’d
rather be somewhere else and doesn’t want to have this discussion at
all. And then he starts to gesticulate, flailing his limbs in Dean’s
vague direction, and performs a very complicated dance with his
“How about we talk about last
Quite suddenly Dean’s attention is
grabbed, but he keeps himself from acting like a deer in the
headlights. Instead he clears his throat and asks, a bit croaky,
“What do you mean?”
“Well, just look at you!” Sam
says, pointing at Dean’s face with an accusatory expression. “There
is that stupid grin I’ve seen so many times and I think it’s even
worse than ever before. And let’s not even mention that huge hickey
on your neck.”
Dean ducks his head and tries
forcefully – and highly unsuccessfully – to fight back a blush.
Summary:Before we could go back to being the best of friends, I had to only think of him as a friend. So this resulted in avoiding him for two weeks until he caught me in a club, backing me to a wall, and wanting answers that I stubbornly refused to give. I love him, but he shouldn’t need to know that, right?
The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself floating through the sea of people, forgetting about the life I’ve lived up till now but mostly forgetting about him.
Once I walked through the entryway of what I viewed as freedom, I immediately wished the sea of people would drift me right back out, or better yet, drown me.
prompt: ‘one where Clarke and Bellamy post a fake engagement picture on social media, and it’s clearly a joke, but every is still super excited and congratulatory’ for anonymous
word count: 2170
They didn’t mean for everyone to think that they got engaged on what looked like a romantic getaway up in the snowy mountains. It was a joke. It was never supposed to be documented. There was vodka involved, and a hot tub. How were people taking it all so seriously?
They didn’t mean for it to happen.
They didn’t mean for everyone to think that they got engaged on what looked like a romantic getaway up in the snowy mountains.
It was a joke. It was never supposed to be documented. There was vodka involved, and a hot tub. How were people taking it all so seriously?
“It’s you and Bellamy,” Raven tells her again, but Clarke just rolls her eyes. She and Bellamy are not a thing. They are friends.
“My mom won’t stop calling me,” she whines and Raven laughs. She’s enjoying this way too much. “There were, like, 75 comments on that Facebook post before it got deleted.”
“People love romance, Clarke,” Jasper says wistfully. Clarke throws a pillow at him. This is all his fault, after all.
“If Bellamy had Facebook, he’d be killing you right now,” she reminds him and his face goes pale. “You’re lucky he’s been sleeping since we got back and hasn’t checked his messages. But just you wait.”
“I’m not the one who got down on one knee with Octavia’s engagement ring and pretended to propose to you!”
“No, but you are the one who took a picture of it and then proceeded to post it on Facebook with no caption, leading people to think that it was a real proposal,” Clarke yells at him and he flinches, making Raven laugh again.
“You broke the one rule of the weekend,” she tells him. “No phones.”
“I don’t know how you all did it for three days!” he says, falling clumsily onto the couch next to Clarke. She kicks him because she can and because she enjoys his yelps of pain.
“It was three days, Jasper. Three days without a phone and social media. We were drinking and hanging out in hot tubs. We played video games and board games and ate too much. We went tubing. We were so busy,” Clarke reminds him. “And on the last night, you caved. You caved and took a picture of an innocent joke and now our whole world thinks that Bellamy and I are engaged.”
Before Jasper can respond, his phone rings on the coffee table and Clarke’s stomach drops. Bellamy is calling him and as soon as it stops ringing, he calls right back.
“You should just answer it,” Raven offers, but Jasper just keeps staring at the screen. “He’ll find you eventually and he’ll be even angrier.”
Clarke knows she’s right. Hell, Jasper probably knows it, too, but he shuts the phone off between calls and tucks it into his pocket before leaving the apartment without another word.
“Bellamy’s going to murder him,” Clarke sighs. She does feel bad for the kid. He was just as drunk as Bellamy and Clarke. He didn’t know the picture would cause this kind of reaction.
“Where is he?” Bellamy bellows as he walks into Clarke and Raven’s apartment without knocking. “I saw his car on the street, so I know he’s here.”
“Who called you?” Raven asks him and he throws her an unimpressed glare.
“Oh, you know, just my ex-girlfriend, my boss, my-“
“He’s gone,” Clarke interrupts him and he turns his attention to her. “He probably saw you from the hallway window and went down the back staircase. Go easy on him, he’s a weakling.”
“How are you so calm about this?” he demands and she shrugs. “Gina said that there are something like two hundred likes on that picture and almost one hundred comments. I didn’t think that many people knew who we were.”
“I’m sorry,” Clarke tells him honestly and his face softens a little. “I practically forced you to come on that trip and then… This happened.”
Lucy woke up with a dull pounding in her head. She blinked, vision blurry for a moment before she could focus. Her eyes landed on the curtain on the wall, narrowing as she realized those weren’t her pink curtains. They were yellow with black and red flames at the bottom.
‘This isn’t my room… It’s-’
Her eyes widened as she bolted up, only to realize she wasn’t wearing a shirt. She clutched her arms over her chest, thankful she was at least wearing a bra. ‘What the hell is going on?’
The light shining in the room stung her eyes, her head still throbbed painfully, and her nose was now being filled with a familiar scent. Eyes flitting from item to item she slowly realized she was in his room.
Just then she heard a heavy snore coming from her side. Lucy gulped, then slowly looked down to see none other than her best friend, Natsu Dragneel, sleeping next to her. She covered her mouth with a hand to muffle her gasp. Natsu was shirtless as well, the sheets stopped right at his hips.
Her eyes lingered on the pink happy trail leading to the sheets, then raked over his toned abs and chest before her eyes fell on his face and neck. His pink hair was a little more messy than usual, but that wasn’t what caused her chest to tighten.
Natsu had something pink smudged all over his face and neck. Lucy’s eyes widened more when he recognized that shade of lipstick. Lucy pressed her fingertips to her lips, finding her lips dry with only a little bit of lipstick left on them. It was her lipstick all over Natsu’s face and neck.
Panic flashed through the girl. 'What the hell happened last night?!’ It was a dumb question. Any idiot could see clearly what happened between them. She just didn’t understand how it happened.
Despite her flustered state, her eyes wandered back to his lower half again. If she just raised those sheets she would surely see more of her best friend than she ever had before. Or at least the sober version of her would. Drunk her probably saw plenty.
Lucy had no memories of last night after she took her fourth shot of tequila. She partially blamed Erza for that one. The redhead challenged her, saying she couldn’t handle it. The joke was on Lucy.
Clearly she really couldn’t handle it.
It wasn’t completely Lucy’s fault she drank so heavily last night. She was celebrating just like everyone else. 2016 was finally over, and it had been a rough year for her. Not only had her mother passed away, making it hard for her to even finish the last semester of college, shortly after that her father’s business started to fail, causing her to take two part-time jobs just to handle her tuition while he sorted things out. She actually considered dropping out for a while.
Only recently Heartfilia Corps. started doing better, meaning she could quit one of her jobs, but it still didn’t make the loss of her mother any easier. Lucy had wanted 2016 to end, and it finally had. And to celebrate she decided to drink.
Of course she’d drank in the past, but not like this, and not in such a manner that happened last night. Natsu’s fraternity threw the huge party, and everyone who didn’t go home for winter break was there, partying and drinking til they passed out. Lucy just didn’t count on passing out in Natsu’s bed, or what happened before that.
A fierce blush stained her cheeks when she remembered her current situation. It was obvious what happened between the sheets. Why else was she in her underwear and he naked in bed? In his bed!
Of all the overused tropes that I hate, probably my least favorite is the Totally Avoidable Misunderstanding trope. Miscommunication is common enough in real life, so why do writers have such a hard time showing it in a realistic way? The most infuriating variant is the one that relies on the main characters being uncharacteristic dicks the whole time. Take yesterday’s episode of “King of the Hill” for example. Boomhauer finds out his brother Patch is getting married to Boomhauer’s old flame. While he is understandably saddened by this, he resolves to be supportive of his brother and agrees to be his best man. That is until he realizes his brother is still a philanderer who is very unlikely to be faithful to his new wife. He confronts his brother on this and that leads to a fight culminating in Boomhauer refusing to be the best man, and Patch asking Hank instead. Now here’s the first issue: Boomhauer was initially supportive of his brother in the wedding despite his personal feelings. Yet never once do any of his closest friends stop to wonder why he is now refusing to participate, and if he might have a good reason. They never even bother asking him why, they just assume it’s because he was overcome with jealousy.
Later, Patch’s fiancé tries to mend things with Boomhauer, asking him to please attend the bachelor party and be there for his brother. He agrees, but at this point he has continued to see his brother’s completely inappropriate and flirtatious behavior with other women, and he tries very kindly to warn her that he might not be trustworthy. But he’s interrupted by Hank, who once again assumes he is only trying to talk her out of marrying Patch out of jealousy and berates him for his behavior. Even despite once again being mistrusted and treated like a criminal by his closest friend, Boomhauer still decides to be the bigger person and go to the bachelor party. And it turns out he was right: Patch hired strippers for the party. Boomhauer tries to pay the women to leave just as the fiancé comes in. Not wanting to get in trouble, Patch accuses Boomhauer of hiring the strippers to make him look bad and EVERYONE BELIEVES HIM. No one doubts it. Everyone is so ready to believe that he did such a horrible thing without any evidence that he would have. Again he’s done everything right. He’s been respectful of his brother’s relationship, he’s been supportive of the wedding until he had a good reason not to be, and he’s tried to spare the fiancé’s feelings. But no one gives him a chance to explain himself and they just write him off for being a jealous creep. This is pretty much completely out of character, at least for Hank who generally is the most levelheaded of his friend group. I might excuse this behavior from Dale or Bill because they’re idiots, but it’s actually Dale who points out that Hank never actually asked Boomhauer directly for his side of the story. Then of course he does and finally everyone realizes Patch is a jerk and things are wrapped up in a neat bow. But the whole thing could’ve been resolved much faster if anybody had paid attention or trusted their friend or even stopped to consider that there might be another aspect that they’re missing. The same thing happened in the first half of “A Canterlot Wedding” in MLP:FIM, when even freaking Celestia is willing to write Twilight, her most trusted and loyal student, off as a jealous nutcase for trying to point out that her brother was about to marry a changeling.
There’s nothing wrong with a realistic misunderstanding, but if the only reason the misunderstanding is happening is because everyone suddenly decides to treat their closest friends and family like liars and idiots for no reason, it makes for a pretty poorly written story.
Imagine you and Loki were once together, but there was a huge misunderstanding and you ended up heartbroken. Feeling awful about the entire situation, you make yourself completely forget about him by erasing every memory you have of him. Now Loki has returned at your door, ready to apologize and make up, but quickly discovers that you have no idea who he is.
Here in Italy we don’t translate the verb “to ship”, but we just conjugate it, following the rules of the Italian Grammar. So, the basilar form, namely the Infinite, is “shippare”. Now, in the Italian vocabulary, we have also another verb, which is “scippare”, and it is pronounced in the same way as “to ship”. The funny thing is that “scippare” is literally the act of pick-pocketing someone.
Then, if you have ever feelweird, because people have thought that you were a constructor of boats or something, just think about us. If I say “I ship Stucky” to a non-fandom person he will never realize that I’m talking about the relationship StevexBucky, but he will immediately think that I’ve just robbed a poor English man called Stucky.
We’re not just considered crazy by non-fangirls, we’re considered criminals.
Lucy: Natsu, you are so dead for making me worry like that!! Natsu: I’m dead? You’re dead Lucy: What for? Natsu: No, like you’re dead Lucy: No I’m not…? Natsu: But….???? Gray: You gonna fight me or not Natsu: Shut up dude, let me get through my confusion Juvia: Gray-Sama!!! Gray: Juvia?? But, you’re dead! Juvia: Juvia is not dead…? Lucy: …And here we go again
WARNINGS: Alcohol usage, Groping, Light Sexual Assault, Mean Bucky, Fluff Bucky, Protecter Bucky, ANGST
Summary: A misunderstanding of Bucky’s feelings towards you leads you into a dangerous situation.
Word count: 3000ish
Author’s Note: This just kinda formed in my head and I had to write it, I hope you all enjoy it. I know I am a sucker for an angsty knight in shining armor Bucky. Please head the warnings, some things may be triggering, I’m a descriptive bitch.
“You like her!?” Steve’s voice rises with the sudden realization, staring at his best friend as the smile suddenly drops from Bucky’s face. “How did I not see this before? You like Y/N!” Steve insists.
“What? You’re kidding right? No… Steve… No I don’t like her. Seriously, that amnesia is starting to kick in there, old timer.” Bucky scoffs, stammering quickly, a redness rising in his cheek as he tries to defend himself and throw Steve off his scent. Steve nods his head, pouting his lips slightly as he feigns belief for Bucky.
“Oh, sure sure, Buck. I’m sorry I was wrong, you don’t like her.” Bucky nods, sighing with relief, “Thank you, glad we’re on the same page.” Bucky sighs, taking a sip of his beer, “Yeah… you’re full on in love with her.” Steve says casually, watching Bucky’s expression freeze as he chokes on his beer, bits of the brew dribbling down his chin as he sputters.
“Love her!? What! I don’t… You’re being ridiculous… She’s my friend… I don’t…” Steve began to laugh as Bucky stammers, glancing around the living room embarrassed, praying that no other avenger was within earshot. “My god, how did I not see this before! You’re in love with Y/N.” Steve smiles to himself, enjoying his personal torture of his best friend.
Little did Bucky know that Steve was about to solve all his problems of the heart. That is, after he had his fun, of course. Steve had known for weeks that you had fallen for Bucky, ever since he saw the way you watched him during training.
Well, if he was being honest, it was Natasha that called you out on it over drinks, Steve was just privy to the conversation where you drunkenly gave in and admitted to your love for Bucky Barnes.
Now, if he could just get Bucky to admit his love for you, he could steal the title of matchmaker right out from under Nat! Steve smiled as he relished the idea of being responsible for his friend’s romantic happiness.
“Can you shut up about it? I’m not in love with her.” Bucky’s growl snaps Steve back to the conversation, redness painting Bucky’s cheeks as he tries to deny his feelings for you. “Buck, just admit it! You fell in love with her, it’s ok, she’s gorgeous and brilliant. You two have been getting closer for months it was bound to happen sometime.” Steve rolls his eyes, making Bucky’s embarrassment and frustration climb.
“God Dammit! Will you stop? I don’t even like her!” Bucky yells out, slamming his beer on the table as he stands up from the couch, rounding on Steve his heart pounding hard in his ears as he fights to disguise his secret.
Of course you had left your god damn phone charger in living room. You roll your eyes, silently scolding yourself for your irresponsibility in letting your phone’s battery drop so low. You came up on the entrance to the living room, hearing Steve laughing from within, you smile as you make to enter the room.
Your steps are halted by the sound of Bucky’s rising voice, drifting from the room. You quickly duck into the shadow of the doorframe, listening to Bucky shout. “God Dammit! Will you stop? I don’t even like her!”