Written for Killervibe Week, Pre-Particle Accelerator Day
Cisco eased open the door to the auditorium and slid in, feeling like a kid late to class. From the looks of things up front, they hadn’t gotten started yet, but almost every seat was filled anyway. His labmates had warned him that Wells frowned on anyone being late to one of his all-staff first-thing-in-the-morning meetings, and the last thing Cisco wanted was a frown from Wells.
Stinking buses. The minute his first paycheck hit the bank, he was getting a car. It could be fifteen years old and have a steering wheel held on by duct tape, but it couldn’t possibly be as unreliable as CityTran.
He peered around and found one open seat at the end of a row about halfway up. He strolled through, like, hey, yo, I’m not late, just ducked out to go to the bathroom.
“Hey,” he whispered to the pretty doctor he’d met on his first day. “This seat taken?”
1. The Lake Vostok Snorkelbat (battus battus). Although Science has not yet ventured into the chilly, icebound waters of Lake Vostok, Science has pretty comprehensively imaged the bat-shaped thingies pinging back and forth from one end of the lake to the other. Science then went to get a stiff drink and try to work out how to explain this one to a sceptical world. Science is still in the bar and we might hesitantly suggest that it’s time Science went to bed. Science should probably also drink a pint or two of water before going to sleep and maybe cancel any morning meetings. 2. The Imaginary Icebat (battus batbat). The preferred bat of people who have spent entirely too long in a small, cooped up space with other people who lie and fart and grind their teeth in their sleep, and who wish to escape to another, less-enclosed place which has more bats in it. Different instances of the icebat have different qualities, but they are generally white, silky and have a loud purr. 3. The Seal-nosed Timebat (battus battus battus). A small, light brown bat which takes advantage of temporal anomalies to flee from danger. Although they will normally skip only a day or two, they are often sucked into larger, interconnected anomalies. The primary habitat of the seal-nosed timebat is Antarctica some seven million years into the future, but two or three each week end up in present-day Antarctica. Needless to say, the climate does not agree with them. If the anomaly is still open, it is kind to slot them back into it so that they have the chance of getting home. 4. The Bat of Justice (battus batman). There are plenty of bits of Antarctica which are basically just ice. It is a chilly, pristine haven for any being who is obsessively fond of justice and occasionally careless with the space bar. This is one of the reasons that crime has never found a foothold there. 5. The Bat-a-tat-tat (battity batbat). Cheeky fucker. Knocks at the entrances to remote laboratories, bases and tents and then runs away. Often mistaken for the wind. We believe this bat to be auditioning for some kind of horror film, except that it lacks anything actually horrific in its batting repertoire. But it certainly can knock. 6. The Bat (battus bat). There is in fact only one of this species of bat. It is a relative of the Timebat (see above) and has a global reach. Although it is known to form large flocks over Mount Erebus in the dark of the Winter months, each instance is in fact the same bat slightly displaced in time and superimposed on the present day. We are not entirely sure how old the Bat is, or how many time-displaced instances that adds up to. I guess we could find out, but Science is still in the bar so it might take a while.
im not sure if youve gotten something like this already but here's a prompt: ringo and george walk in on john and paul kissing, unknowing of their relationship :)
im sorry this one took so long but i have written one like this before, so im hoping you like this different version!!
“Well, that’s why I told Brian, y'know, it’s only February! We’ve got all the time in the world, it seems.” George explained his early morning conversation with Ringo as they walked up to Paul and John’s flat. They hadn’t shown up to their meeting this morning, which annoyed Ringo and George due to the fact that the meeting was organized by Paul. He didn’t even show up to his own bloody meeting! So, Ringo and George wanted to give the other two Beatles an earful about being disrespectful. All three Beatles knew how George hated getting out of bed early, and this morning it seemed as though, through the fault of Mr. McCartney, he had gotten out of bed at the arse crack of bullshite, for absolutely no reason.
So, the drummer and guitarist entered Paul’s house without knocking. Why should they be respectful if those two couldn’t? They entered and kicked their shoes off. George nodded toward the kitchen with his brow raised, hearing some mumbling and shifting around. The two quietly made their way toward the kitchen and peeked their head around the corner quietly and discreetly. Ringo and George couldn’t have felt more guilty and regretful all at the same time when their eyes landed on their two best mates, Paul and John, embracing in a kiss. They looked like they had just crawled out of bed, hair astray. Paul was just wearing a long t-shirt, and John was only wearing a pair of trousers. Much to Ringo’s dismay, and regardless of what the press said, George was not the quiet Beatle. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut at that moment.
“Bloody hell!” He jumped at the sight. Paul and John pushed away from each other quicker than anything Ringo had ever seen before. Paul’s eyes were filled with panic and John, well, John looked rather calm considering he had just gotten caught snogging another bloke. Paul leaned against the counter as if he was going to fall down. Ringo took charge of the awkward situation and walked into the kitchen to sit down, leaving a very puzzled George Harrison still standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Tea?” Ringo asked calmly, nodding toward the kettle. “Sure, mate.” John chuckled and turned his back to them, fidgeting with the kettle now.
Paul sat down across from Ringo in a panic. “Please don’t be mad, y'know, it’s not what you think at all. Uhm, we weren’t goin’ t'tell ye because well, uh, it’s nothin’!” Paul rambled as he picked at his finger nails as he always did when he was nervous. George finally sat down as well, feeling bad for how upset Paul seemed. “It’s exactly what it looks like, Macca.” John added, not turning to face the three lads at the table as he spoke. Paul sighed and looked down at his fingers. “It’s okay, lads.” Ringo said with his signature Ringo Starr smile. Who couldn’t believe a face like that? Paul looked up at him with hopeful eyes. “You wha’?” He asked. “Just caught us off guard is all.” George tried to make sure his voice sounded as calming as possible.
“Yeah, can’t say it’s a horrible surprise.” Ringo shrugged as John placed a cup of tea in front of him and George. “We’re more upset about the fact that we woke up this morning for your meetin’, that y'know, y'didn’t even show up for!” George chuckled, lightening the mood instantly. “Oh! We must’ve forgotten.. Sorry lads,” John said with a sarcastic voice. They obviously had not forgotten, they just would’ve rather spent the morning lying in bed together. But that wasn’t an image Ringo and George wanted to picture in their minds. “Well, be careful. That’s all I can say. ‘Bout this, I mean.” Ringo said, in all his wisdom, as he pointed his finger back and forth between Paul and John.
“We’ve been careful since 1957, this is our first slip up!” John laughed and leaned down, placing a quick peck on Paul’s cheek, causing him to blush like mad. It all made sense to Ringo and George now. The glances on stage, the way they laughed with each other, the way they could almost talk in another language and still completely understand one another.
We did meet for lunch and he even offered to get me after
work. It really felt like he was trying to make up for it and I had to admit it
hurt going into my home. I just wanted to stay with him again like that night
and just hold onto him with such reassurance. It went on like that for a few
days, if Marco didn’t come in the morning, then he would meet me for lunch and
made sure to message me. In a way, I didn’t want to bother him, but I think he
knew I was a bit stressed that he may disappear again.
“Put your hands up!” I shouted with my gun out in my hands
and aiming to the man who was acting erratically by an alley after trying to
attack someone. People were either out of the way and hiding or in buildings as
I shifted with another shout and there was another officer coming from the
other direction. “Sir! Get your hands where we can see them!” It was nerve
wracking as complaints came in about him waving a knife around after trying to
attack someone, but we couldn’t take action unless threatened. The guy
fidgeted, maybe on some type of drug, before noticing the officer that had
gotten closer and soon bolted down the alley.
“Stop!” Ghalt shouted as he followed after the man, turning
the alley and soon moving down it as I began moving to back him up.
The sound of a shotgun
surprised me before the pistol of my fellow officer scattered out along the
sidewalk. “We have an officer down!” The words left me as I had grabbed my mic
to relay that as I approached the side of the building. I prepared myself with
a slight step to glance and noticed a couple more people with the guy before.
Pulling back quickly, I avoided the pellets that mainly got the wall and I had
noticed Ghalt trying to remain still. Shifting again, I readied my weapon and
began firing out down the alley, my eyes pin pointing who quickly. As I got the
man with the shotgun, he merely stumbled while firing out and I wasn’t able to
move back in time for it to scatter along my thigh.
Adrenaline flared as I stood my ground and fired a few more
times as well as another man pulling out a gun. They began turning tail,
leaving the original perp to be a balled up mess on the ground and I quickly
grabbed at my talkie; trying to understand mangling of my words that came out
and the sirens were coming our way.
“G-Get them, Portgas!” Ghalt shouted up with a cough and I
quickly moved to follow after the men, the adrenaline blocking out my wound. It
didn’t take too much to find them trying to pile into a vehicle and I began
shooting at the tires. I got one in a quick pop as they tried driving away and
kept going with a reckless driving. They didn’t get far with another cruiser
pulling out from a side street and blocking the path, effectively stopping the
vehicle and I approached with my gun ready.
“Exit the vehicle with your hands showing!” I shouted, the
other officer doing the same as I recognized it to be Briggs. Others began
arriving as they backed us up and the people in the vehicle finally gave in,
though the one I shot was weakly showing hands out the car window. The two from
the front got out with hands showing the whole time and we each instructed for
what they needed to do. After we got them handcuffed with the injured man out
and cuffed as well, someone grabbed to me help give support. My leg started to
throb, the adrenaline leaving me as it wore down more and I noticed I was
helped to a cruiser to take me to the hospital.
“You IDIOT!” Sabo shouted before moving with hands out and
taking deep breaths to calm himself and I groaned lightly.
“I just have to take it easy is all.” I mention and he
rubbed to his face before the sound of someone hitting against the doorframe
was there. We both looked and I felt my chest blossoming in flutters at the
sight of the blond.
“Oh, thank the gods…” Marco spoke out in relief as he took a
moment to breath and Sabo only gave a side glance, but ignored it for now.
“This is why I didn’t like the idea,” as soon as he began on
that I had made a whine.
“Come on, ‘Bo! Not again!” I complained and got a frown with
“No, this will come out every time you even get mildly
injured!” The words came out sternly as Marco began walking in more to come to
the other side of me.
“You gave the whole spiel when I jabbed my finger on the desk.” I told him in a matter of fact tone
and he huffed lightly.
“Doesn’t matter, I still don’t like you being a part of
something so dangerous.” A light scoff left me as I threw hands out before
reaching my right hand out. Marco grabbed to it as I gave a look to my brother,
who glared at the actions before him. The spiel he does includes Marco because
it was one of the main reasons I went to the academy in the first place.
“I’m fine, just have to be careful when walking is all.” I
told him again and he just rolled eyes with arms tightening before shifting.
“Fine, let me go see when you can be discharged.” The words
left him as he began out of the room with one last look at Marco that included
him definitely throwing daggers with his stare.
“Sounds like a plan,” I mention as I was already tired of
As soon as he left the room, Marco gripped my hand and I
looked to him. “We have a problem,” that didn’t help my heart as I frowned and
he peppered kisses to my hand. “It’s about those guys you arrested, yoi.” A
little relief was through me at those words and I gave a look of confusion.
“What about them?” I ask curiously.
“They are a part of a group that joined the one guy that
betrayed our family.” A short nod left me in some understanding and he gave a slight
deep frown. “Also, the same group that tried to kill me.” That clicked and this
scowl found me as I gripped his hand. He moved to sit on the bed next to me
while both hands had mine as he views me. “I refuse to go off grid from you
again, but they will figure out that
I am connected to you for some reason. If they find out that you were the
original owner… That you’re his son…”
“Marco,” I spoke his name while looking to his face as he
soon had those blue eyes to me. “The research has been deleted,” I began as we
promised to never mention of the backup copy ever again to anyone. “And I was
hardly a couple months old when he passed away with all of it destroyed by his
associates that are dead as far as I am aware of.” That last part was of a lie,
as I hadn’t even told Marco on the few who are alive. “The necklace had the
only piece of it left and it was deleted and you know that since you looked
into it.” A nod was there from Marco as he went with my words with a deep
breath and I could see his fretting.
“I worry over you, love.” The nickname had my cheeks burning
and he flushed as well with light stutters. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to say
that… I was so used to it before I just…”
“I-It’s okay… I… I missed hearing it…” I told him with a
smile as it really brought a thundering in my veins and I gripped his hand. A
smile formed on his lips, something that I always craved and couldn’t believe I
had back. “I missed you so much…” I whisper to him as if not wanting anyone to
hear and he shifted to have a hand on the other side of my legs so he could
“I won’t leave you again, Ace.” The whisper was returned
before he tilts his head lightly and moves closer.
“Ahem,” Marco had
pulled away at the noise made and I breathed out in disappointment before
glancing over. Green eyes showed distrust at the man next to me and when those
eyes met me, I gave a glare and scowl. “He said you could go home today,” Sabo clarified as he
probably assumed I might go with Marco. “You have a follow up in a week.”
“Alright, alright…” I complained lightly with a frown as I
knew my brother was still upset with the other, but I knew he had reasons. Even
if I tried to explain everything, he still saw
how much it tore me apart and never
wanted to see me like that again. “Is there any more stuff for the discharge?”
I asked with eyebrows raised and he knew I was trying to usher him out, even
just for a few minutes.
“I will sign all the paperwork and be back to take you
home.” A pointed look was towards Marco who pretended my brother wasn’t being obvious with his glares. The look Sabo
gave me, though, spoke volumes on that Marco needs to be gone before he gets
back and it only made me roll eyes. My mouth was slightly open with a light
scoff as my brother left the room and I soon peered to Marco to be surprised.
Lips pressed to mine, causing a shiver through my body as I
gripped his hand and had another hand gripping to his shirt tightly. Our hands
parted as he used both of his hands to cup my face to slide lips along mine and
I enjoyed every bit of it. I couldn’t help, but giggle as our noses bumped and
he joined while continuing to feather kisses to my noses and moved hands to get
my cheeks with lips. I kicked my good leg out lightly with a smile on me as I
laughed lightly in pure enjoyment of the situation.
“Don’t look directly at the sun or you will go blind.”
Well, you are the sun.
And I keep looking, looking, looking,
Until my eyes burn and tears fall down my cheeks,
But I do not close my eyes.
You burn so brightly I can still see you clearly behind my eyelids when my night falls because I live for your light and I cannot let you go, and even if I will turn blind I want you to be the last thing I’ll ever see, your hand clasped in mine.
A love letter to you from the Moon, from Dionysus, from Grantaire.
Of course, nobody is perfect and mistakes are bound to happen. However, some errors seem to crop up very commonly when looking at or listening to sentences formed by non-native speakers. Let’s check out some of the most common errors!
Going to start heavy with something that even native speakers commonly get wrong. Depending on what follows the root 되, sometimes it remains as 되 and other times it changes to 돼. It’s pronounced the same either way, so spelling errors with this are super common. However, knowing which spelling to use is actually super easy. If the root 되 is followed by a consonant, it doesn’t change. If it is followed by a conjugation starting with 어, it becomes 돼. Let’s look at some examples:
되다 + -겠 (consonant-starting) +어요(or other form of your choosing) = 되겠어요
되다 + -ㅂ니다(consonant-starting) = 됩니다
되다 + -아/어요 = 돼요
되다 + -았/었어요 = 됐어요
NOTE: You might sometimes see 되다 conjugated as 되어요, 되었어요, etc. This is very much a written form, and you won’t hear conjugated 되다 spoken in this manner.
-에요? -이에요? -예요? Conjugating 이다
This is another common error, even among native speakers. Misspelling or misusing the conjugations of this verb is very easy to do because they ultimately sound pretty much the same when spoken. Let’s take a look at them.
-에요: This is not a valid conjugation of 이다. It’s just wrong.
-이에요: This conjugation is used when the noun to which it is attached—please, no spaces between the noun and 이다, ever!—ends with a consonant. For example:
가방 + 이다 +아/어요 = 가방이에요
집 + 이다 + 아/어요 = 집이에요
-예요: This conjugation is used when the noun to which it is attached ends with a vowel. For example:
학교 + 이다 + 아/어요 = 학교예요
문제 + 이다 + 아/어요 = 문제예요
While we’re at it, let’s look at 이다’s past tense -요 conjugations too:
consonant-ending noun + 이다 (past tense) = -이었어요
vowel-ending noun + 이다 (past tense) = -였어요
있다가 vs 이따가
They’re pronounced the same, but they’re nothing alike in meaning! 있다가 is the verb 있다 with the connector -다가 on it. I don’t want to get too much into -다가 right now (I’ll do another grammar post on that later!), but for now we can say that 있다가 indicates that something existed or was in a certain state when something else happened at the same time. On the other hand, 이따가 is an adverb which means “later.” Simple, right? This leads into the next common mistake, which is…
이따(가) vs 나중(에)
One of my friends used to get so irate at me when I used these incorrectly! Thanks to him, I’ll never misuse them again >.> Both of these words can be translated as “later,” but the time periods they cover differ.
이따(가) is a near “later,” like within the same day. So, suppose you’re on the phone with your friend in the morning making plans to meet in the afternoon. You can finish up your conversation by saying, “이따 봐!” Or maybe you’re promising you’re mother that you’ll finish up some housework after you meet your friend. You can tell her, “좀 이따 해 줄게요.”
나중(에) is a later “later.” You met up with your friend, and when it came time to pay for your lunch, they realized that they forgot their wallet at home. They offer to run back to their house to get their wallet and pay you back immediately, but you simply say, “나중에 줘도 괜찮아. (It’s fine if you give it to me later.)” This means your friend can give it back to you more or less at their convenience, even if it takes a few days.
덥다? 뜨겁다? 춥다? 차갑다?
덥다 and 뜨겁다 both mean “hot,” and 춥다 and 차갑다 both mean “cold.” However, that does not mean they’re interchangeable! It’s common to see Korean learners accidentally use the wrong “hot” or “cold” in the wrong situation. So, how do we use them correctly?
덥다 and 춥다 are both used when talking about the temperature around you or the weather. For example, a room with the heating turned up too high or Seoul in August would be 덥다, while a snowy winter day would be 춥다.
뜨겁다 and 차갑다 are both used when talking about the temperature of things that are… pretty much not the air around you. For the soup you burnt your tongue on, you can use 뜨겁다. For the ice cube that your immature friend dropped down the back of your shirt, you can use 차갑다.
These are the main mistakes that I see people make (and that some of my friends have told me that they notice, as well). Hopefully you learned something new reading this post! If you’ve noticed that any of these is something you struggle with, work hard to fix it to keep building a strong foundation for your Korean studies.
Note: I’ve been sick so I haven’t been able to get too many requests done. but I really enjoyed writing this! I do hope you like it! feedback is welcome! thanks for the request, sweetie .c
Request: Bucky gets jealous and protective when he finds out that a man has been showering you, his wife, with gifts and presents and letters and confronts that man :-D
If one thing about Bucky was for certain: he despises another male giving you attention. He spent years and years believing nobody could ever love him, and he’d be damned if he let another man swoop in and steal you away, the one who loves him dearly. Though, countless times you’ve assured Bucky that he’s the only man you have eyes on, and you’d never leave him, he was still protective of you.
Bucky was startled out of his deep slumber early in the morning, to find the postman holding a bouquet of roses, asking for him to sign for them. His stomach twisted and his eyes squinted at the brightly colored flowers.
“Are you sure this is the right address? I didn’t order flowers.” Bucky always hand picked your flowers, never bought, except on special occasions. You preferred handpicked, enjoying the special meaning behind them a lot more than a floral shop arrangement. But sometimes Bucky would surprise you. This was not one of those times.
The postman nodded and gave Bucky a friendly smile. “Yep! Y/N Y/L/N still lives here, right?” The postman asks, noticing Bucky’s eyes flitting back and forth across his face. “What’s it to you?” Bucky snaps, angrily taking the vase from the postman’s hand.
The postman’s eyes widen and he stands there, shocked. “Just making sure. The floral shop has no time for mistakes.” He said before turning on his heel and rushing away to finish his route.
Bucky sighed heavily as he looked for a note attached to the roses. He wanted to throw them away, maybe even stomp on them and hunt the asshole down and give him a piece of his mind. But instead, he waited patiently for you to finish showering before he acted on his emotions.
He sat them on the kitchen island in your shared apartment, wracking his brain as to who would send you, his wife, such an intimate gift. It couldn’t have been someone from your family; sadly so, you lost connections after being recruited. The guys on the team knew better to pull a prank like this; trying to woo his woman, they knew he’d stop at nothing to make sure every last flower was shoved so far up-
“Ooo, pretty!” Your voice rang through the kitchen as you skipped over to Bucky. Bucky’s heart sank at the sound of the excitement coming from your pretty mouth he loves to kiss so much. “Bucky, you shouldn’t have!” You smiled brightly, leaning over to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.
He frowned at your reaction, knowing how happy you got anytime he ever got you flowers. “I didn’t.” Bucky mumbled with a frown, his tired eyes falling to your hand on his arm. Your eyebrows creased with confusion. Your eyes scanned the bouquet, searching for a card as you twisted the vase around. Only then did you realize there wasn’t one.
“Well, who would’ve sent me these?” You asked softly, nobody coming to mind. Bucky shrugged and you tapped your fingers against the kitchen island. “I don’t like this.” Bucky grumbled before getting off the seat and pacing the kitchen.
You sighed and almost rolled your eyes at him, but even this confused you. “Well, why don’t I take them to the little old lady down the street later?” You offered with a small smile, wanting to get these away from Bucky before the vase was thrown into the wall. Or worse, into the head of the person that sent them.
Bucky nodded and looked over at you, his heart warming at the sight of your still wet hair and bright eyes. He never understood how someone could look so beautiful without even trying. So no, he was not about to let someone else see you this way.
You walked over to him and pulled him into you, your arms wrapping around his waist. Bucky held you close and he pressed his lips on the top of your head. His metal hand grasped at your shirt, the desperation to keep you in his arms evident in his actions. “I know you’re worrying. Don’t.” You whispered, looking up at Bucky, your chin resting on his torso.
His hand caressed your cheek and you smiled, causing one of his own to form on his lips.
It had been a week since the flower situation. Bucky didn’t dwell on it, but he was still alert when the postman would stop by. Bucky had been gone all morning, meeting up with Steve for the day. You were lounging around at home, working on a painting for your local art class, before you heard the doorbell ring.
You smiled and set down your paintbrush, wiping the paint on your hands onto your smock. You ran to the door and half expected to see Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and you were met with the postman.
“Hi Charlie!” You said with a smile, taking your letters from his outstretched hand. Charlie then pulled out a box, handing it to you. “What’s this?” You asked, inspecting the small box. “Not sure, sweetie. Sign here.” He said with a smile, offering you his pen and his clipboard. You quickly signed for the box and waved to Charlie before going back inside.
The box felt light and didn’t have any information on it except for your address. Placing the letters in the small mail slot near your door, you examined the box, lifting it to your ear as you gently shook it.
You couldn’t hear anything so you went to the kitchen to carefully open it with a knife. Light blue gift paper stuck out as you lifted the flaps open and you creased your eyebrows. This paper looks familiar.
You pulled it out and gasped, seeing a Tiffany & Co. business card on top of a light blue box with white satin ribbon tied around it, a bow sitting on the lid. You grasped the box and opened it, seeing a bracelet catching the sunlight through the windows, shining brightly in a ray of rainbow colors.
“Who are you?” You whispered. First the roses and now an expensive piece of jewelry? You had no clue who would be sending you things like this. You were sure Bucky was going to freak out after seeing this. Gently placing the bracelet back inside of the box, you left it there so you could finish painting.
A few hours passed, and you had finished your project. The door suddenly opened, heavy boots being taken off made you smile.
Bucky stepped into view and you squealed, running up to him. You always felt so happy when he got home. “Bucky!” You giggled, running straight into his arms. Bucky chuckled and caught you, twirling you around before capturing your lips with his.
You smiled into the kiss as Bucky held you closer. He smelled like shampoo and aftershave from his shower this morning, with a hint of vanilla. Bucky set you down and held your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you.
“You’ve got paint in your hair.” Bucky said with a laugh, his fingers trying to clean it off. You flapped his hands away and giggled. You suddenly remembered the little box you got earlier and you gasped. “Oh yeah! A box came today.” You said, walking away from Bucky. His demeanor changed immediately, jealousy and anger settling into his chest.
“What is it? Who is it from? Did they leave a note?” He bombarded you with questions as he ganged up on your heels into the kitchen. You grabbed the box and opened it, getting the bracelet out again.
You held it out for Bucky to see and he looked at it, his eyebrows creasing. “Okay, this it getting out of hand already. I’m gonna find this punk and give him a piece of my mind.” Bucky growled, taking the bracelet from you. “This is the last fucking straw!“ He yelled, his loud voice echoing through the hallway before he turned into the living room.
You sighed and looked up at him. “Bucky, it could be harmless.” You explained, trying to catch up to Bucky as he turned away from you, his shoulders visibly tensing. He scoffed and shook his head. “Harmless? Another man is sending you gifts, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed, turning to you and you got into the room.
Another sigh fell from your lips and you walked over to Bucky, pulling him into your arms. He stood still, his hand gripping tightly onto the bracelet. “I will figure out who this is, and I can’t promise I’ll be nice about it.” Bucky grumbled, his arms moving to wrap around your shoulders.
It’s been two weeks now and you’ve received another bouquet of roses and another piece of expensive jewelry, without a note of who it could be from. Bucky made many attempts at tracking the person down, but you hoped they would stop before he could hurt someone.
Suddenly, you heard the postman at the door. You rushed to the door, beating Bucky to it so he wouldn’t take any of this out on someone innocent. Luckily he was still in the kitchen. You opened the door and smiled at the postman, asking him how his morning has been so far.
“Rather lovely! Here’s your mail!” Charlie said with a chipper voice, his hand holding a few letters out to you. You took them with a smile and said goodbye. Charlie returned your smile before heading back down the walkway, his bag slung over his shoulder.
You shifted through the letters as you walked back inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Most of the letters were simple bills, but a purple colored envelope with your name written in cursive on it caught your attention.
You were nervous to open it, you never really got any letters from anyone personally. You used to when you first became an Avenger, but now, it was rare. Maybe this was one of those times. You only hoped so, so Bucky wouldn’t freak out. But as you opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, your eyes raking down the message, your accusations were wrong.
Bucky walked in with an unreadable expression as he crossed over and behind you, looking down at the letter over your shoulder.
“Dear Y/N, I hope you’ve enjoyed the gifts! I was scared to face you, but I’d like to meet up with you! If it’s okay with you, you can meet me at-” Bucky ripped the letter from your hands as he read the address and he laughed. “Is this idiot serious right now!?” He shouted as he stared down at you. You gave him a small shrug.
Whoever wrote the letter wanted you to meet them at noon at some coffee shop. “Bucky, please, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” You pleaded, looking up at a rather angry man. Bucky’s jaw clenched and he slipped on his baseball cap.
“I don’t know who this is, you are not coming with me. It could be a trap and they could hurt you, they could-” Bucky rushed and you quickly stepped onto your toes and shut him up with a kiss. “I’m going with you. I’ll be okay.” You said with a small smile.
Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. He looked back at you and shook his head gently. “I swear, he’s dead.” Bucky grumbled, grabbing your hand and making his way to the destination.
You took your time looking around the city, the sun shining brightly and a few birds flying around every now and then. Other than all of this, it was a nice day out. As you walked towards the coffee shop, you saw a familiar face standing outside, the man looking down at his watch.
You gasped as you realized who it was. It was your art partner, Riley. Was he the one that was sending you all of those gifts? “No way.” You whispered, catching Bucky’s attention. “Is that him?” Bucky asked as he caught sight of the man and immediately bolted towards him. “Hey! Punk!” Bucky yelled out, his metal hand whirring as he tightened his fist.
Riley’s head snapped towards you and Bucky, his eyes widening just in time for Bucky to lunge at him. Bucky grabbed Riley by his shirt and lifted him off of the ground. “So you’re the guy that’s been sending my wife gifts and love letters!?” Bucky yelled at Riley, moving to shove him against the brick building.
You stood back as you watched, your heart racing fast. “Bucky!” You yelled after him, noticing a few people slowly walk by as they took in the scene. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to end up on the news channel for lashing out on someone in the public eye, so you knew you had to do something.
Rushing over to Bucky, you grabbed his arm. He was breathing heavily as he dropped Riley to the ground. Riley was pretty shaken up and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Bucky, let me talk to him. He’s from my art class.“ You said softly, moving to help Riley up. Bucky scoffed and looked at you bewildered. “Are you serious, Y/N!?” Bucky yelled out.
Riley stood back up and looked between you and Bucky. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I didn’t mean any harm. She never mentioned a boyfriend.” Riley explained nervously. You let out a sigh. “I told you about Bucky, remember? He’s my husband.” You said, moving towards Bucky again. He pulled you into his side protectively.
Riley’s eyebrows creased. “I’ve never seen a ring.” He commented. You lifted up your left hand, the diamond shining in the sunlight. A soft ‘oh’ fell from his lips. Bucky pushed you behind him as he walked forward. Riley took a cautious step backward. “Listen, man, it’s only a misunderstanding.” He squeaked, holding his hands up.
Bucky snarled at him and turned back to you, quickly pulling you away without another word. You didn’t dare look back at Riley, no matter how bad you felt. He was really nice and welcomed you into the art class with a warm gesture. But you never thought he’d be your secret admirer.
You never wore your ring to art class after the first day, you almost had it snagged off by your smock. Bucky was silent most of the way home and you weren’t sure what to say. He left your side as soon as you stepped into the door, and went straight to the bedroom.
You followed after him, watching him closely. Bucky didn’t look angry anymore. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes held a sadness you’ve never seen before.
“Are you okay?” You asked quietly as you moved to stand in front of Bucky. His head was hanging low and he shook it, his hair framing his face under his cap. You lifted his chin up with your finger and looked into his eyes. “Talk to me, baby.” You whispered, noticing his blue eyes had grown a light shade of grey.
Bucky sighed and moved his hands to your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. “It’s just-the thought of someone else feeling how I feel about you-it scares me.” Bucky mumbled, leaning into your hand on his cheek. You smiled gently and took off his cap, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, come on, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” You said, pressing more kisses to his face.
After a few more, Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled you onto him and fell onto his back on the mattress as you straddled him. You looked down at Bucky, letting your noses graze one another’s in an eskimo kiss. “You know I love you, James.” You said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Even when you’re jealous.” You added with a sly smirk.
Bucky pulled you closer, his metal hand keeping you in place. “I love you, too. Wait- no, I am not jealous.” He deadpanned, a hint of truth behind his words. You giggled and kissed his lips. You pulled away too soon for his liking and he groaned, rubbing his hands along your lower back. “You are.” You said, kissing his lips again.
“Am not.” Kiss. “Are too.” Kiss. “Am not.” Kiss. “Fuck, can you blame me?” Bucky asked as he rolled on top of you, moving his hands underneath your shirt. You smiled and let out a breathy giggle. “Just kiss me.” You whispered, pulling him down by his collar. “Gladly.” He mumbled against your lips.
Headcanon: Lance is the loud one, constantly bragging to everyone who will listen about how cool and hot and perfect his boyfriend is
But Keith is the one who gives zero shits about PDA. He casually slips his fingers between Lance’s at breakfast. He rests a hand at the small of his boyfriend’s back during their morning meetings. At the end of dangerous missions, he grabs Lance by the collar and sticks his tongue down his throat. He frequently helps himself to a handful of ass whenever he walks by
This one has some moving parts, and plays out over a year or so.
At one point, I was managing a small team of business development reps at a small software company. These are the recent grads that would be phone monkeys, making cold calls trying to set-up appointments for the real sales people.
I had two reps at the time: Amy and Paul. They were young, but hungry. They listened to training, and were generally great employees. At one point, Paul and I realized that we had some mutual friends, and that helped our relationship.
Fast forward a few months from their hiring, and my boss grabs me one morning for a meeting with HR. Apparently, Amy had filed a harassment complaint against me, alleging some crazy things. She reported that my single goal was to ruin her career, and that I would make sure she was fired.
The HR meeting was a formality, as no one believed it, but they had to do the investigation. Nothing came from it, but I would never be alone in a room with Amy again. If she came to talk to me with no one around, I would go to a common area of the office or invite someone into the discussion.
A few more months, and Paul asked me to be a reference. The company was a mess, and the CEO was running it into the ground. I was more than happy to do it, as I was job hunting myself. I just asked that he keep me in the loop about interviews and offers, and I would cover his time out of the office.
Not surprisingly, he landed a job pretty quick and gave his notice to me. Also at this time, IT was doing hardware upgrades to laptops adding more RAM, allowing us to run the latest version of our product for demos.
I coordinated with IT to have both their machines done one day, and told them to take a long lunch.
Well, a little over a year before this happened, one VP had been fired. After he left, I learned it was common practice for IT to review all the Skype chat logs from the machine. Luckily, it meant me getting a small bonus because the VP was trashing the company to me, but I wasn’t, and I was vaguely praising the CEO (I’m no dummy, and don’t have those conversations over channels that can be reviewed.)
With Paul out the door, and Amy being a lying cunt, I asked IT to review their Skype logs during the upgrade, because “something seemed fishy”.
I was right. Even though Amy deleted her chat logs, Paul didn’t. There were chats in there about how they were both job searching, and Amy had gotten an admin password for our CRM. She had been pulling customer lists to take with her.
Furthermore, she had been bragging about receiving a $1,500 bonus to drop the harassment complaint against me, as the CEO was worried that any complaints or lawsuits would scare away the investors needed to keep the company going. Oh, and she chatted that “They made me sign a non-disclosure about it, but they won’t find out.”
Oh, she was toast. Director of IT and I went straight to HR and the CEO with the print outs. The decision was quick: both were to be terminated immediately. Amy for unauthorized access of data and breach of her non-disclosure, and Paul for some bullshit reason of not reporting her.
They got back from their lunch, and I immediately called them into HR. Paul was given a 2-weeks severance, but Amy needed to pay back her $1,500 “hush” bonus. Because of her gross misconduct, she wasn’t eligible for severance or unemployment, and the re-payment was deducted from her final check and quarterly bonus. Her exit check was for less than $10.
Paul had two weeks off, with the severance. We remain connected, but I love seeing Amy changing jobs on LinkedIn every 6-9 months.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 4,294 AN: PURE FILTH. I apologize in advance. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for their input and Chloe for worrying that I was killing the poor reader here. Trust me, she can handle it lmao.
To say that Stiles was a bit of an exhibitionist was an understatement. He liked to fuck you wherever and whenever he wanted, and he got off on the fact that you could be caught at any moment. It had surprised you at first, the normally sarcastic and awkward boy hadn’t struck you as the type, but he was kinky as fuck, and good at what he did. He could leave you a writhing, panting mess with just his words, and his mouth and tongue were more than you could handle sometimes. His fingers were a godsend, and he knew how to get you off quicker than you could do it yourself. On top of his insatiable daddy kink, things with him were never boring.
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 6,061 Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.
also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1
You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.
“Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”
When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.
So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”
Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.