• super friendly!! the friendly little sun ever!! could make friends with a plant (he has once or twice)
• potty mouth. literally swears every three seconds.
• does not cry easily, very stoney when it comes to any emotions that aren’t passion or happiness
• golden blonde hair, during the summer his highlights get white blonde
• eyes to die for, sky blue with dark bluish-violet flecks & little bits of yellow if you look hard enough
• freckles!! play connect the dots on them shits (nico has made three dogs, a bird, a spoon, a flower, & a dick or two)
• he always makes eye contact, almost uncomfortably, he just stares right at you as soon as you start to speak
• if he wasn’t a son of apollo he would want to be a son of poseidon
• contrary to his looks, he hates surfing??
• super clumsy, he heals himself more than anyone else, broke his arm in the shower once, very tragic
• tall as a tree that boy is, he was always tall for his age & finally stopped growing at 6'2ish 6'3ish
• he hates shoes!! nico gets mad because he swears will is going to get tetanus
• his face is very round, a button nose, full cheeks, full lips, round wide eyes, a very child like face
• perfect, bright, white teeth he looks a goddamn colgate commercial smh
• he rarely gets angry like seriously angry, but when he does it’s actually very frightening. light drags towards him & he somehow illuminates light & his voice sounds rough like broken glass & he will hurt you just as bad as you hurt him with no qualms
• good singing voice, not the best, but rough & soothing
• wants 3 kids fuckin loves the little munchkins
• overall just a happy cinnamon roll (:
There are 30,000 days in your life. When I was 24, I realized I’m almost 9,000 days down. There are no warm-ups, no practice rounds, no reset buttons. Your biggest risk isn’t failing, it’s getting too comfortable. Every day, we’re writing a few more words of a story. I wanted my story to be an adventure and that’s made all the difference.
i decided to write something fun for them,,,,,so take this wonderland au (it also got the most votes in my poll!!)~~~~ps: it probably makes no sense
Shownu : Caterpillar
lays shirtless in a huge canopy made of woven flowers and is usually not the type to answer if someone comes looking for him
like minhyuk will stop by and hang off a branch and try to pester shownu who just waves him off with one hand
on his back are large tattooed wings in beautiful bright colors but he rarely lets people close enough to see them
talks sort of slowly so it’s hard to keep a long conversation with him without feeling sleepy or hypnotized
you’re trying to find a specific kind of potion that’ll help you grow taller and hatter kihyun told you the person to ask is shownu and so when you find him ,,,,,,,,,,, you call out
but there’s no response
so you decide to climb your way up into the canopy and to shownu’s surprise you manage your way in and slowly he begins to ask you who are you
but you just dig around in your pocket and go “hatter said you’d have this potion?” and you hold up the paper in front of shownu’s face
but he simply tilts his head and asks again, who you are
and you start telling him but something begins to shake the canopy and for a moment you think you see the tail of cheshire minhyuk
but then you’re like no,,,,it must be the wind??? what’s happening???
and the canopy swings back and forth and you look to shownu,,,,,,,only to see he’s as confused as you
until you lose your balance and all forward,,,,right into shownu’s chest
and you’re like soRRy,,,,,but you can’t help it your face is against his bare skin and
shownu,,,,,,,whose reflex was quick enough to catch you,,,,,,,is taking very very vERY slowly to let you go and you’re like blushing because uM AnYWAY thE PotION
and shownu takes a moment but tells you that you’ll need to get the potion from the red queens garden and you’re like ???? whose and shownu mumbles something
and lays back down,,, turning onto his side and you see the wings on his back and you’re like,,,,,,,,well you need to leave but you’re also like,,,,staring at him because,,,,,,wow,,,,but also,,,,,seriously does he just sleep all day
Jooheon : White Rabbit
jooheon in big round glasses, a white button down, and suspenders,,,,,,,,,a pocket watch he keeps fretting over around his neck???
bunny ears that twitch whenever someone mentions the time and he realizes he’s late
keeps trying to escape the clutches of minhyuk who likes to tease him and purposely take up his time with silly riddles
always runs past you when you want to ask him something
and at some point you get annoyed because you reALLY need to know why he was in your backyard checking his watch because if he hadn’t been you wouldn’t have fallen down this damn hole
and so you finally catch him when you spot him sitting under a tree in the queens garden and you’re like jOOHEON
and he jumps up,,,,completely red in the face,,,on suspender falling off his shoulder and he’s like
I-I-I- HAVE to bE GOING !!! iM LATE to SEE HyunGWON-
and you’re like no no no and you end up having to chase him through the queens garden,,,which is more like a maze than anything,,,,and when you finally both end up at a dead end
you panting with your hands on your knees and jooheon nervously fidgeting his ears you go whY do you keep running from me???
and he’s like “i can’t be seen with you!! if changk- i mean the red queen sees he’ll have my head!”
and you’re like why???? and jooheon just keeps looking around like he’s scared a guard will come through the bushes
so you stretch your hands out to put on his cheeks and you’re like “hey,,,look at me! calm down ok?”
and he locks eyes with you,,,,and you smile softly and that somehow seems to get him settled but also you can feel his cheeks getting hotter under your touch and you’re like ??? are you ok
and he’s like fIne,,,,and you’re like “ok i have a question then what were you doing in my backyard?”
and jooheon twitches his nose ,,,you know the way rabbits do,,, and he’s like “im not sure,,,,but yo-you made me late!!!”
and you’re shocked because huh??? you made him late???
and jooheon pulls up the loose suspender and is like “i,,,,,got caught up staring at you,,,,,,anD i couldn’t make it to tea,,,”
and you’re like wait staring at me? and he’s like you,,,,you’re quite- i hadn’t ever seen someone so - – p–r–pret-
but he doesn’t finish the sentence because his watch goes off and he makes a sound of surprise and dashes off out of the maze again and you’re like DAMMIT
but what?????? was he going to say??????
Kihyun : Mad Hatter
keeps throwing parties every three or so hours because he forgets about the party from before
wears the bright, big top hot with a mismatched colored suit and if you look directly into his eyes you can see that one is brown and the other is ,,,, green
breaks out into song whenever he can (to the unfortunate luck of hyungwon) and can drink tea upside down
is overall confusing,,,,loud,,,,and a little sensitive when you ask him what day it is,,,,but other than that he’s really fun and flirty
which you know because whenever you pass by his place he’s always rushing out the door to get you to join him and the others,,,,,,that being literally hyungwon asleep at the table and wonho watching kihyun gleefully
and you’re always like “kihyun,,,,you still didn’t clean the dishes from the last party????” and he’s like what last party????
but even so as you’re watching him pour tea into three different cups and sing about the weather
you can’t help but,,,,be happy around him,,,,,even if he’s a little weird
but what you don’t expect is for him to pull you up out of your chair and onto the table
and you’ve never??? stood up on a table before??? and you’re clinging to kihyun’s lapels because oh no if you take another step you might step on one of the plates and you want to return to your seat
but kihyun seizes the chance and spins you around and cups and plates and sugar cubes go flying everywhere
but kihyun swoops you up before you can kick the teapot over
and it’s almost like,,,,there’s magic,,,,,in the way kihyun dances with you on this table
and you look up ,,,,,to see him grinning ,,,,, two different colored eyes sparkling
and you’re like “kihyun- hatter- i can’t danc-”
and he just says noNSENSE and keeps spinning you around
and hyungwon and wonho watch from their seats,,,,wonho clapping and hyungwon yawning
as kihyun waltz you up and down the table,,,,dipping you at one point so you’re almost at risk of being dropped off the table,,,but then he pulls you back up
and again you’re looking into that smiling,,,,,,,,ever so mischievous smirk and you want to say something but you’d rather just let kihyun lead you in this whimsical dance
because what’s a party without any dancing right~
Minhyuk : Cheshire Cat
purple striped ears and tail that match the purple collar around his neck
he’s super acrobatic and likes laying on branches and hanging off random things
keeps showing up above your head and disappearing in the blink of an eye???? the last thing you see are his sharp, white teeth
but if you scratch behind his ears he basically melts which is pretty cute
makes lots of jokes that kind of don’t make sense but you laugh anyway because he looks kinda cute making a fool out of himself,,,,,,,,,,and you don’t really know but he does it for the sake of your entertainment hehe
and a lot of the time you find yourself only seeing him when you’re alone
like you’ll walk through the dark forest and you’ll suddenly hear a familiar laugh
and minhyuk will lean his chin on your shoulder out of nowhere
or wrap his tail around your wrist
and it always surprises you,,,,,but he’s alway nice to see because when he’s there,,,,,you don’t feel so lonely in this new place
and one evening,,,,as you’re dining with the queen you almost spit out your drink because you see minhyuk show up behind him, picking up the crown off his head and twirling it around
and you’re trying not to laugh but ,,,,,even when minhyuk hops up onto the table in front of the queen??? like he still can’t see him????
and you excuse yourself for a moment,,,,,,,minhyuk disappearing from the table and reappearing beside you when you get back into the hall and you’re like
“????why can’t the queen see you???” and minhyuk shrugs and says something about his ‘oddness’ not matching up to the queen’s ‘madness’ and you roll your eyes because whY does everyone speak in riddles here
but you also lean up a bit to fix the collar around minhyuk’s neck because it seems like it’s lopsided
and minhyuk,,,,for the first time,,,,,,his teasing smile wavers and he puts his hand over yours and is like,,,,what are you doing
and you’re like because of your shenanigans back there your collar got turned!!! im fixing it
and minhyuk,,,,,,,,he,,,,,,,keeps his hand over yours
and you don’t really notice it but it’s actually been a long time since minhyuk has been able to touch someone physically
most of the time he plays pranks and disappears but you’re here ,,,, in front of him,,,,,,,,,,,,warm,,,,,,
and before he can control himself he nuzzles his nose against the side of your hair and you freeze up
and ,,,,,,, it’s gentle,,,,you’re not scared but??
the door opens suddenly and the queen comes barrelling in asking whAT is taking you so long and you’re like “i was with the cat- oh he’s gone?”
Hyungwon : Dormouse
his suit always has tea stains on it and his hat is practically falling off his head
hatter kihyun always puts hyungwon’s hands in teacups so when he wakes up he always scratches at his nose and he ends up with a wet hand in his face
which kihyun thinks is HILARIOUS and hyungwon just murmurs about how he really should find somewhere else to take his naps
his mouse ears are hidden in his messy hair but if he puts his head down on the table you can see them peeking out
you end up trying to clean up after another unbirthday party for the hatter and march hare,,,,,those two had escaped back into the forest saying something about a trial at the queens court
so you and hyungwon are left alone and as you’re stacking dinner plates and saucers
you notice his hand is,,,,literally in a cup of cold tea
and you mutter that kihyun is at it again so you go over and take his hand out and you use the edge of the tablecloth to dry off his long fingers
when suddenly you hear a sleepy voice ask you what is going on
and you tell hyungwon that you’re just trying to make sure kihyun’s prank doesn’t work again
and he seems to nod, but puts up his other hand to rub his eye and you grab it like WAIT i didn’t dry that one yet
and you sit there,,,,,looking up to see hyungwon slouching over you and you’re like “wait,,,,how tall are you?”
and he gets up on shakey legs and you’re like WOAH and hyungwon is like “not,,,,that tall i fit into a teapot if i tr-”
and you’re like in what teapot do those legs even manage to get into it???
and you notice when he shakes his head a bit his ears and the tail that sways behind him and you’re like “are you a-,,,,,,,,,,,,,mouse?”
and he shrugs and says that he doesn’t care what he is, but he knows he’s sleepy and you’re like ok but don’t sleep at the table hatter kihyun will comeback to prank you again
and hyungwon suddenly offers you his hand and is like
“i know a good nap,,,,,,spot,,,,,the flowers near shownu’s canopy are ,,,,,,, extra soft,,,,,,,want to go nap there - together?”
Wonho : March Hare
absolutely adores everything hatter kihyun does
unlike jooheon’s ears which are always at attention and alert,,,wonho’s lay against the side of his head and are kinda floppy when he gets up to dance
wears a different color bow tie every day and he claims it’s because you need a different bowtie for every unbirthday party
you’ve seen him speaking with the flowers and trees before and you thought he was just mad,,,,,until the flowers spoke to you too
he once told you his favorite tea is super rare because it comes from the red petals from the queen’s garden which commoners can’t have
you meet him when he’s actually not at the table with hatter kihyun and dormouse hyungwon
and he’s explaining to you that someone told him he could find the queen’s red roses on the path toward the white rabbit’s house
and so you’re walking together and you notice how much more reserved he is when kihyun isn’t around and you want to ask something
when suddenly something falls into your hands and???? it’s a red rose
and you look up and cheshire minhyuk is lounging on a branch and is like “why hare,,,,,,,you haven’t said more then three words to our traveler,,,,,,,,cat got your tongue?”
and wonho wants to say something but minhyuk drops down from the branch and picks up the rose in your hand and puts it behind your ear and is like “i know why ,,,,,,,,,,the hare is all embarrassed~”
and wonho reaches out to try and take a hold of minhyuk but the other vanishes while laughing only to reappear back on the branch this time hanging upside down off it
and he’s like “the march hare has a crush~ a crush on you~ and it’s his birthday not his unbirthday ~~~ don’t you think he deserves a gift~~~”
and with a wink sent your way minhyuk is gone and you’re standing there looking at wonho like it’s—-it’s your birthday????
and blushing,,,,using his ears to cover the bottom half of his face wonho nods and you’re like aw,,,,well it’s your birthday you should have this
and you take the rose from behind your ear and give it to wonho,,,,who seems to still be a little embarrassed and you’re like “oh! and take this-”
as you reach up to kiss his cheek
which leaves his ears standing up straight for the first time heheh
Changkyun: Red Queen
doesn’t like being called the red king because in games the king never does anything but get protected,,,,,the queen on the other hand is powerful
so if anyone calls him ‘king’ , ‘prince’, etc. well,,,,,,off with their heads
wears a red cape,,,,red crown,,,,red nail polish,,,,,,,,and most people say that the red that underlines his eyes is actually the blood of those he beheads,,,,,,
BUT those are all rumors so what do we know (they are,,,most of the time no one actually gets hurt because jooheon spends hours writing pardons for every little thing changkyun gets mad over)
likes to play croquet and likes it when you tell him he’s right,,,
the moment you stumble upon him,,,changkyun takes a liking to you because you compliment how he looks in his cape
and before you know it you find yourself at his side for his croquet game,,,even calming him down after he sentences minhyuk to be captured for making a fool out of him again
which is something no one in wonderland has ever been able to do,,,,like changkyun’s temper cannot be calmed, but all you had to do was touch his hand and smile
and it seemed like all the anger just fizzled out and changkyun just smiled back
and people keep saying that sooner or later you’ll be the queen’s chosen one,,,,,,,and you’re like he doesn’t like me like THAT MUCH
but say that to the fact that during a royal feast instead of having you sit in the chair beside his changkyun had straight up just pulled you into his lap
feeding you the reddest of cherries and draping his favorite cape of your shoulders
and hatter kihyun had come over for the ball and jokingly asked for a dance to which changkyun told him if he ever wanted to drink tea again he better bet it or else that mouth of his would be-
changkyun spent the rest of the night telling you all about how he was planning on painting every white flower in the garden red
and when you’d asked him if maybe you should change your clothing from blue to red changkyun had immediately ordered you a new,,,completely red,,,,,wardrobe
changkyun: “off with their-”
you: “here eat this red apple and kiss me instead ok?”
Writer’s Tip: Avoiding “Authorism” Metaphors and References
Part of POV writing means getting into a specific character’s head. You explore the world from their view, their opinions, their memories. However, one of the simplest things that can rip the reader out of the story is when the author uses a memory, reference or metaphor that they are familiar with, but the charatcer isn’t.
Allura held the device in her palms, running her fingers over the rounded buttons and dials. It was roughly the size of an Xbox controller. “This thing will help me travel through time?” She asked.
There is nothing wrong with the paragraph, except for the fact that Allura has most definitely never seen or held an Xbox controller. She has no knowledge of it. Even if one of the paladins had described it to her in conversation before then, it probably wouldn’t be her first go-to for comparison. She would probably reference something fictional from her own culture.
Allura held the device in her palms, running her fingers over the rounded buttons and dials. It reminded her of a Xental, a trendy handheld device from her teenaged years on Altea. “This thing will help me travel through time?” She asked.
While the audience may not know what this fictional item is, they can infer its looks and purpose from Allura’s opinions and memories of it. Or, you could simply skip the comparison altogether and go with describing the object as-is.
“You guys are acting ridiculous,” said Pidge. “You remind me of an episode of Hey Arnold.”
Again, not entirely wrong, but this statement dates the author, and misrepresents the character. First of all, Voltron the show is set in the near future of earth, so media references probably haven’t been seen yet and would need to be invented.
However, if we’re going with contemporary references or a modern AU, Pidge, assuming she is around 14-15 years old, is too young to have watched a show that aired from 1996-2004. It shows that the author is familiar with this reference, but it’s inappropriate for the character.
Keith watched the robot shift back and forth on its six feet as it readied itself to attack. It was a graceful action, hypnotic and smooth. It reminded him of a waltz.
This one is a little trickier and it requires the author to really consider what Keith’s backstory is and what his go-to references are. Does Keith know what waltzing is? Yeah, generally, probably about as much as the average person. Has Keith ever watched waltz dancing? Maybe on TV at some point.
But the question is, would he use it as a prime reference?
And, in my opinion, probably not. Waltzing is not in Keith’s mind because of Keith’s lifestyle and choices. The reference comes across as authorly because it deposits information that is not natural to the character onto him and endows him with information and experience that is either unnecessary or inappropriate.
A better mental reference would be to link it to Keith’s extensive fighting experience.
Keith watched the robot shift back and forth on its six feet as it
readied itself to attack. It was a graceful action, hypnotic and smooth.
It reminded him of his capoera classes at the garrison.
This helps to build and solidify Keith’s character, rather than distract from it. It takes Keith’s known attributes, that of a fighter, and gives him a bit more logical backstory. He’s referencing a direct experience he’s already had, rather than an abstract one like waltzing. This is the difference between deepening the story and pulling the reader out of it.
It’s true to “write what you know” but you also need to balance that with what the character you are writing explicitly or implicitly knows or doesn’t know. When you write POV, you are writing from that character’s experiences and memories and references. Keep that in mind when you use metaphors and similies and keep them in line with the character.
Otherwise your readers will be able to peek behind the curtain and see the author there.
Whimpering softly, you dragged your useless body across the filthy floor boards of the two story abandoned barn. At least you had thought it had been abandoned when you entered, seeking shelter from the raging thunder storm outside. As soon as you had walked past the threshold, the thing had attacked, sending you into what he most likely thought was a happy dream not knowing you were different.
It had taken you hours to fight against the poison while hot, searing agony had torn through your nerves.You couldn’t scream, paralyzed, your body useless and broken, so you had done the one thing you could do. You used your powers just as two men had charged into the building, waving stakes and guns.
Piercing green eyes had stared you down as the monster before you imploded, vile hatred simmering in the most beautiful deep green orbs you had ever seen, an accusation on the tip of his tongue.
You had thrown up a shield, dragging your sorry butt out as fast as you could, which was little better than a snail’s pace at present. You could hear their heavy footfalls, smell the whiskey and leather as they moved closer to you. Exhausted, you flip yourself onto your back, intending to only rest a moment, to catch your breath, maybe do something about the blood pouring out of you in buckets.
“What are you?” the green eyed one asked as he looms over you, his deep voice resonates in your bones, sending your heart into overdrive. His gun raised, pointing squarely at your head, the blast wouldn’t kill you, but man would it hurt.
You try to scramble backward, legs hanging limply, fear and adrenaline sending you back a foot as he takes two long strides toward you, crouches, pinning you to the floor. You freeze, staring up at him wide eyed. “Please! Please help me,” you beg, as your arms give out. “I’m human, I can’t… I won’t hurt you. Please!” you scream as you begin to sob.
He merely cocks an eyebrow. “I’ve never seen a human blow up a monster without a weapon, sweetheart,” he quips sarcastically, raising the gun once more only to be stopped by an older man.
“Wait,” the elder man commands.
The green eyed man freezes instantly, looking to the newcomer for direction. “What’s your name?” he barks at you.
Still crying you sob out a, “(Y/N),” tired beyond all comprehension.
The older man watches you carefully, kneels down, takes a swipe of your blood onto his finger and licks it clean. Eyes snapping to you, full of curiosity, he mutters, “She’s human. Get her up, Dean. She needs patching up.”
Dean stares at his father in disbelief, eyes shooting between the two of you. “Dad-” he begins to protest.
“Now, Dean. I’ll explain in the car.”
Dean nods once, and with care, you had not expected from him, he hauls you into his arms, cradling you gently against his chest. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you patched up. You’ll be good as new in no time,” he murmurs as he carries you to a sleek black car.
Your vision whites out and you sink blissfully into unconsciousness, a deep sense of safety washing over you.
Tony had installed a love seat in your room. It overlooked the rolling greens of the compound, and you spent most of your off days reclining in it, reading a book, or contemplating the mess which was your life. Which is what you were currently doing. The ever present ache in your chest had not diminished as the days had passed,
Bucky had gone on as if nothing had happened, picking up where he left off with soft touches and cuddles, slipping into your bedroom in the middle of the night, wrapping himself around you, burying his face in your neck. These moments, so precious, so maddening, were killing you, slowly.
You craved more.
More closeness, more contact, and Bucky being Bucky gave it to you. He was by your side constantly and you were drowning in him; longing for something he wasn’t willing to give you or wasn’t able to, you hardly knew anymore.
“(Y/N),” Vision monotones.
You let out an undignified shriek, bolting from your seat at the window and dropping into a defensive stance. A red ball of power flickers in your hand, eyes darting wildly around the room searching for any sign of danger. Finally settling on the floating entity before you, breathing out a huff of annoyance, you extinguish the flare in your hand, rising to your full height. “Viz, what have we said about knocking?” you ask as you watch him glance at the door.
He frowns slightly. “Should I try again?” he asks curiously, drifting backward.
“No, you’re fine. What’s up?” you reply, taking your seat and crossing your legs underneath you.
“Tony is in the lobby. There are two men who claim to know you.” He inclines his head at your panicked expression.
“These men… what do they look like?” you ask nervously. Your heart feels as if an icy hand is clutching at it, and dread coils in your stomach making you nauseous.
“Tall, muscular, clad in plaid.”
Shooting out of your seat, ignoring the protests of Vision, you hurtle down the hallway. Completely bypassing the elevator, you sink through the floors to land lightly behind Steve.
The lobby held the entire team, including Bucky, and the hot coil in your stomach tightens. Taking a deep breath, you push your way past Steve and Bucky, coming to a halt when you make eye contact with him.
His chest heaves once, his green eyes sparkling with emotion. His fists balled tightly at his sides, his face is soft, open as he drinks you in. He doesn’t speak, merely stares. His hands relax, fingers twitching, almost beckoning you, pleading with you.
Your muscles respond before your brain catches up, Taking two steps forward, you’re going to him, coming to a stop, barely inches between you. You can barely breathe, your mind a complete blank as he smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, his deep baritone melting the ice surrounding your heart.
Conflicting emotions swirling in your chest.
The smile slips off his face. True to your relationship with him, he closes the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you, knowing what you need before you do. He lifts you off the ground slightly, he crushes you too him. His arms tightening almost painfully around you. When he’s had his fill he sets you down, his hand automatically going to your ponytail, wrapping it around his fist as you bury your face in his chest.
The smell of whiskey, bacon and cheese burgers and leather fill your nose. You blink back the tears threatening to fall. The nostalgia the smell brings is nearly overwhelming. Feelings you thought long dead and dealt with burst in your chest. Love mingled with sorrow and rejection, happiness and pain, all forming a deep connection that pulls you to him like a magnet. You couldn’t part with him. It was physically painful. The mere thought sent a lance of pain through your head.
“De,” you whisper, clutching at his shirt, fearing that if you let go he would be gone. Again.
He tugs lightly at the ends of your hair and your shoulders relax, your body melding effortlessly with his.
Sam clears his throat, dispelling the tension you had failed to notice.
Your head snaps up, blinking rapidly at the man standing to your left. “Sammy!” you shriek happily, dislodging yourself from dean and throwing yourself at Sam.
“Hey, Shads,” he spins you around once, chuckling happily as you cling to him.
The smile Dean graces the two of you with could power a third world country.
Sam sets you on your feet, your eyes scanning the lobby for your favorite angel, coming to a stop when you see Bucky.
The rising happiness you feel is crushed instantly when you take in his expression. A deep scowl, anger shimmering in his eyes. He raises his eyes to meet yours, slipping into his Winter Soldier persona without hesitation. He regards you coldly.
“Explain!” he snaps, and you take an involuntary step backward, bumping into Dean’s chest.
He wraps an arm around you, and Bucky growls.
Fear blossoms, you know he can see it.
Sam maneuvers in front of you while Dean drags you behind him, muscle memory and years of experience kicking in.
Steve comes to the rescue. “Pal, you should go work it off,” he orders, regarding the Winchesters with curiosity.
Bucky doesn’t budge an inch, his eyes trained firmly on Dean. A silent stand off ensues, fraught with danger. Any second someone was’ going to start swinging.
Fearing for them both, you slip out of Dean’s grasp and inch cautiously forward. “Hey, B,” you croon softly.
His eyes snap to yours immediately.
You stop in front of him. “I’m going to take your hand now, okay?” you say softly, gently taking his hand.
His shoulders relax slightly, the scowl easing off his face.
“We’re okay,” you remind him, and his eyes losing their hard edge. “Will you walk me to my room, Sarge?” you ask lightly.
He quirks a crooked smile. “How can I say no ta a pretty dame like you doll?”
You breathe an internal sigh of relief, casting a last glance over your shoulder.
Dean’s face is pinched into a frown, his gaze catches yours. He smiles reassuringly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
You can’t help the feeling of dread that floods your chest as Bucky escorts you to the elevator, stepping inside you chance a last look at your past, Dean rounds on Steve, you can feel the venom as he spits out his words, his shoulders tense and his jaw ticking as Steve replies, you can’t make out the words, the elevator door obscuring your line of sight as it closes.
You peer at Bucky, a small smirk plastered on his face as he reaches for your hand, you grit your teeth against the annoyance, hitting the emergency stop button and rounding on him. “You can’t do that James” you say angrily, he drops his gaze to the floor, “He touched you” he replies sulkily, you can’t help the twinge of hope that springs to life, or the way your lips twitch into a smile, reigning yourself in you let go of his hand, taking a step away from him. “Steve and Sam touch me. Wanda and Nat too, hell even Vision does, I’ve never seen you react that way” you challenge, raising your eyebrows and placing your hands on your hips.
Bucky scoffs out loud “Steve doesn’t touch you like you’re his. Sam doesn’t hold you the way he did, you do not melt into Wanda and you don’t look like you belong with Nat” he replies shortly, his words clipped and harsh. Chuckling humorlessly, you poke a finger at his chest, anger rising swiftly, hot and vile “you have no right to be jealous. I’m giving you what you want, friendship and only friendship” you snap, he grabs the offending finger, pulling you towards him, you’re inches away from him, so close you can see the flecks of green in his eyes “That is not the point Shadow, Dean or whatever the fuck his name is, wants something from you, I saw the way he looked at you, possessive and hungry, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you” he growls, shaking you by the shoulders “And you let him, you let him touch you, you forgot the hurt, and you ran to him like a fucking puppy after its master” he adds harshly, the words like a bucket of ice water thrown over you, you rip yourself out of his grip, snarling as you hit the Emergency Stop button, the elevator jumps back to life, jostling you both as it continues its upward trajectory.
“You have no right” you hiss, staring straight ahead, the cold glint of the metal reflecting off of Bucky’s arm, you don’t say anything else, needing to get as far away from him as possible, the Elevator grinds to a halt, the doors opening too slowly for your liking, you step through and stop, turning to face a very angry Bucky Barnes.
“If you didn’t want me to be with someone else James, you shouldn’t have insisted on just being friends. I am not a second choice, and i will not wait for you to get over whatever the fuck is going on in your head, figure it out” you snap, chest heaving with anger, your face is flushed, fists clenching at your sides.
“You didn’t want me when you could’ve had me, I’m not a backup plan, I wanted you to choose me every day like I chose you. You’re selfish and bitter and I am done being your filler girl!” and with that, you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving Bucky open mouthed and fuming in the compounds elevator.
genre: bookstore!au, fluff with a dash of humor and pining
summary: jungkook embarrasses himself with a Freudian slip when he first tries to talk to the cute bookstore employee with the fairy pink hair he has a huge, not-so-obvious (super obvious) crush on.
a/n: so.. like.. i decided to write something fluffy and lighthearted to take a break from all the angst i’m preparing celebrate a very Teeny Tiny milestone bcus i’m happy that ppl actually like my trivial blog enough to follow me;; whether it’s for my writing or for just my awful tags or smth else hehe,, so thank u!!! and i hope everyone likes it ⸜₍๑•⌔•๑ ₎⸝ 💓✨
Jungkook slowly peeks out from behind the timber bookshelf, brain buzzing like static on a television that has lost signal. Despite the quietude of the campus bookstore and the peacefulness the early morning had brought to its atmosphere, the brilliant sun cascading its rays through the vitreous windowpanes, all Jungkook can hear was the sound of his heart beating rapidly against his chest like the variegated wings of a humming bird restless in the air once he catches sight of the boy with the fairy pink hair sitting at one of the rotund tables - reading at his usual seat during his breaks.
There’s a new book in his hands this time and ever since Jungkook noticed that the cute boy (to which Jungkook had discovered his name was Jimin, as read from his name tag) had finished Murakami’s grueling novel 1Q84 that consisted of 1,157 pages in merely four days, Jungkook deduced that he was an impressively fast reader, but it’s not like Jungkook always watched him or anything and kept tabs on what he was reading all the time and had maybe memorized his schedule. Pfft, no - that’s just creepy and Jungkook is not creepy.
“Jungkook, you’re being creepy,” A husky voice whispers behind him. Cheeks flushing, Jungkook turns around to find Taehyung watching him in wry amusement, an eyebrow quirked.
Sasuke holding Sarada for the first time. Did he cry? Please write something short <3
Her body was tiny; entirely fragile, yet fit inside of his large arm with a content smile. Her eyes remained closed, while the tips of her hair held moisture from being washed off.
On the opposite side of the room, Sasuke could make out the quiet questions that Karin asked as she helped Sakura through the remainder of her breathing. Over the course of their conversation, Sasuke’s onyx eyes remained on his newborn daughter.
She was absolutely perfect – the way her nose rounded like a small button, or how her eyelashes reflected the faint light, onyx in color like his own. Her ivory skin held a faint tint of red, and while Sasuke felt his heart beat slowing in speed, his fingers began to tremble while holding her.
“Sarada,” he whispered quietly.
She moved slightly, her head leaning closer to his chest (or as close as she could get), while the cloth that her body was swaddled in held her securely.
Slowly, until it all happened at once, Sasuke’s mind finally began to process that this was real. She was here; the newest Uchiha.
Obsidian hair, straight and thick, small lips, tiny ears.
Slowly, he was bringing her closer to his face. The scent of a newborn invading his nostrils until she was close enough that he could press gentle lips to her tiny forehead.
It was there, that his chapped lips met the silkiest of skin, smooth and fresh in every way, and as he pulled away from his daughter, he was met with a pair of inquisitive, jet black, orbs.
It took a minute, but when she finally focused her sight on him, Sasuke felt his chest well up with something that was hardly noticeable.
It hurt, the way his throat clenched while his chest constricted. She was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful in the purest of ways.
“Sarada,” he spoke again, only this time, to soothe his newborn daughter.