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anonymous asked:

Hey Bucky, what's the stupidest bet anyone's made in the tower?

yesterday clint told steve ‘bet you cant beat me to the car.’

and then clint parkoured down three flights of stairs. 

steve just jumped out a third-story window.

steve won.

…god. i cant believe this is my life.

Okay. So I’ve been stiring on this for a while so I finally decided to take a really good look at what’s actually happening.

I’d like to start off by saying that Steve was pretty much a dick the entire film. I mean I get that he didn’t want to sign the accords but the way he went about it was just so completely wrong. Thing is I completely agree with Tony because he had it right because he knew what was going on. I mean, out of the two of them who actually knows the politics of the 21st century and has worked these sorts of things for decades? Tony.

Tony knew, as soon as the Sokovia Accords were made that he had to sign on. It wasn’t about guilt, although that was part of it. It was about the fact that if they didn’t do it now, it would be much worse later and or done to them and he knew that. (He actually says this in the film.) He also knew that the only way to have ammendments was to prove he was willing to cooperate. As with any new law and it’s affected parties.

Tony knew they needed oversight. Everything has some sort of chain of command. Military. Police. Business. Etc. And Tony knew the value of having that chain.

Steve Rogers on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand the necessity. Need I remind you that he repeatedly went against that chain and was rewarded for it? Sure, he saved a bunch of people when he went to get Bucky, but that’s not the point. He ignored the chain and there could have been dire consequences (as we see in the future after S.H.I.E.L.D fell)

Another thing. He went after Bucky. Only Bucky. Noone else. It was pure chance that he let those guys out first, but they were used as a distraction so he could get to his main goal. Bucky. We see time and time again that Steve gets tunnel vision when it comes to Bucky.

And in Civil War it escalates to the point where he’s injuring and getting innocent people killed for Bucky. Only Bucky. When it comes to Bucky, everyone and everything else is inconsequential and unimportant as long as Bucky is fine.

Steve did not read the Accords. Fact. He left for Peggy’s funeral while he was skimming. Even if he did read it all, there is no possible way (and Tony Stark would bet his fortune on it) that he understood all of it enough to make an informed opinion. Laws use a lot of big words. Big words that would have been invented in the 70 years Cap was gone. So no, Steve didn’t actually know what the Accords were about.

He probably had no idea what the UN was either. Did you see his notebook in CAWS? Pop culture. 7 decades worth of world history? No, Moon landing, that’s it. Politics? Nope. New laws or government organizations (like the UN)? Nada. I think it’s safe to say that Steve wasn’t really caught up if pop culture is the sort of thing he’s catching up on.

Steve had made his mind up already. And he can’t use the Bucky excuse because by then Bucky wasn’t in the picture yet. Steve never gave a thought to the Accords and then Bucky fueled that fire and made him stubborn to a point beyond stupidity.

So, to sum up here. Tony knew that the Accords were going to happen no matter what and was willing to help make ammendments to suit everyone affected by the law. Steve went “Fuck you, I know better that 117 countries” and got a lot of people hurt and or killed.

Here’s another kicker. Tony convinced Steve to sign the Accords. He was literally about to and then Wanda was brought up, which is another thing.

Okay, a) why the fuck is she an Avenger? She was a HYDRA agent. A willing one, might I add. She and her brother volunteered to be experimented on and then work for them. She was the cause of Ultron.

She did mess with his head, and arguably, because it probably was, it was worse for him. He was alone. He didn’t know she was there, then suddenly he’s shown his worst fears mingled with a shit tonn of major PTSD triggers. He probably didn’t even know Wanda gave him the vision. He has PTSD, he’s probably used to attacks where he sees things.

I mean seriously, Tony has made AI’S before and none of them went bad. (DUM-E, U, JARVIS, then FRIDAY) They (Bruce & Tony) even say in AOU “We’re not even close to an interface yet” which means something jumped the mind stone to hijack the incomplete program.

Then you’ve got to think, an AI is made, with incomplete programming and whatever the mind stone did, and then was instantly thrust into the Internet. No wonder he wanted to kill everything. Information overload much, then attempting to make something of it all.

She had(/has) an illogical and unreasonable hatred for Tony Stark. Sure, the bomb thing was probably traumatizing, but she’s like ~23 now. That’s over a decade since it happened and you’ve got to think, why didn’t the bomb go off?

Stark weapons were brilliant. Top of the line never failing basically. So. Two bombs are dropped, and from the sounds of it, there was no explosion or if there was it was really small. Otherwise how could they be so close to her parents without dying too?

So, this leaves two possibilities. First, was the bomb actually Stark tech? Her home was war torn at the time. I’m sure some sides would like to intimidate their enemies with the idea they have Stark weapons. OR, the bomb was never armed. Again, war torn country. It’s entirely possible the plane carrying it was shot down.

So, unreasonable and illogical. If someone stabs you, who do you blame? The knife, the manufacturer/designer of the knife, or the person who stabbed you? The third one, obviously. So why was Tony Stark to blame? We’ve also got to remember Obadiah was dealing under the table.

b) She is NOT a kid, and I don’t understand why pretty much everyone thinks she is. She’s ~23. She can drink. She can vote. She can drive. She’s killed people. She became HYDRA. In what way is she a child? The way I see it she hadn’t been one in a very long time.

c) back to CW. Steve got all pissy because Tony kept Wanda in the compound (the lap of luxury need I remind you) for her own safety and the safety of those around her. It wasn’t a matter of her starting a fight. If she’d gone out and been attacked and defended herself, the situation would be made so much worse for her. Especially if someone got hurt or dead when she did so.

Now we get to the airport. Tony tries to talk. Steve is dismissive and unwilling to listen. Steve refuses to share vital information that would have helped the situation and the threat they had every reason to believe exists.

Steve starts the fight. His team doesn’t hold back like Tony’s does. They destroy a lot of property and nearly killed T'Challa and Spiderman several times. I mean, fuck you Steve, who just drops a huge heavy walkway create thing on someone who is obviously a teen? And then WALK AWAY while they struggle to hold it up. What if you had overestimated Spiderman’s strength? Congrats, you just killed a kid because once again you show no regard for anyone else besides Bucky.

He leaves his team. They probably knew even less about the situation than he did, because he knew fuck all about the Accords so I can’t imagine the bullshit Scott and Clint were told.

Then fucking Natasha. Ffs, she could have easily either disabled/sabotaged the quinjet or delayed them from leaving. But she didn’t. Then she has the nerve to tell Tony to watch his back after she betrayed him.

Also, Rhodey. Oh my god. Everyone gives Tony shit for point blank shooting Sam, but think about it. If Sam had taken the hit and turned into a glider, Rhodey would be fine. It doesn’t completely make sense, but there was a long moment where Tony was watching Rhodey fall to his death. Sam was a quick way to lash out. He also didn’t hit him that hard, just enough to knock him down.

Zoom ahead, Tony gets evidence that prove Bucky is innocent and admits he was wrong. (About what though I’m not sure, because all he wanted to do was give Bucky mental help and a fair trial but whatever. It’s not like Steve told him about the threat or anything. Because that would have been helpful.)

Clint makes a crack at Rhodey’s condition which is such a dick move. Sam then tells Tony the information he should have been given from the beginning by Mr ‘I-Dont-like-my-team-keeping-things-from-me’ Rogers. Tony heads to Siberia as a friend.

Steve gets a little arrogant cause he’s got this attitude of ‘I knew I was right the whole time and I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense’.

Then the video. This pissed me off the most I think.

You’ve just witnessed your parents brutally murdered by the person standing not 10 feet away from you. This reopens unprocessed greif and causes emotional backlash. Then you find out someone you thought of as a friend had known. Known for years. Since CAWS. And never said a thing in an environment where it would have been okay, instead of watching the murder and then being told someone close to you knew the whole time who had done it. (Again because it was Bucky. Bucky is more important than the world, remember?)

And his face. It’s so broken and betrayed. (I’d add a picture of Tumblr would let me) and he attacks, because who wouldn’t?

And then Steve does the worst possible thing he could in that situation. Fight back. When someone is having an emotional breakdown like that, you hold them until they calm down and Steve was well within his power to do so. If he’d tried he probably could have talked Tony down.

Fighting more fighting. Steve starts disabling the suit. To you can no longer fly properly. Then he proceeds to continue to be violent and make it worse and acts like it’s not a justifiable or reasonable reaction for a human to have (especially one with PTSD and a past of horrible things happening when he’s betrayed by someone close to him)

They gang up on him. Then Bucky had him pinned and is trying to rip out the Arc Reactor. Once again, PTSD. Also, need I remind you that he’s only recently had it removed from his chest. That was the only thing keeping him alive for a long time. In the state of mind he was in, he wouldn’t have remembered he no longer needed it to survive, hence blasting off his metal arm.

By this point he seems to have calmed down a bit and isn’t actively going for the kill, he’s just defending himself at this point.

He tells Cap to stay down, because he doesn’t want to fight him, and when he’s momentarily distracted Cap jumps on him and slams him to the ground. Tony barely does anything and then Steve is punching the faceplate. Then he’s smashing it with the sheild.

There’s this moment, you can kinda see it in the 3 secs of gif tumblr would let me use. There’s this moment where Steve is seriously considering decapitation. Tony sees this, is terrified and emotionally unbalanced and covers his face.

Steve slams the sheild into the reactor and leaves it there. Tony goes wide eyed with terror and let’s out a very not good sounding breath. He’s looking at Cap with such fear because he saw what Steve was about to do. Saw him stab him in the back and literally break his heart. (Kept him alive for years, remember?)

There is so much fear and Steve looks at him with no regret for what he just did and twists the sheild out of Tony’s chest and walks away.

When he drops it, his expression is like indulging a child in something stupid.

Then he leaves him there to die basically. Tony can’t fly, the suit is dead. Can’t contact anyone. The suit is dead. Noone knows where he is and T'Challa took Steve and Bucky with him when he left.

Steve Rogers beat Tony to a pulp after he witnessed something truly traumatizing and then left him to die in the middle of nowhere in an old HYDRA base.

They act like it was Tony’s fault for the Raft as well. I mean, they’re powered and dangerous and also criminals. The Raft was a bit much though, I’ll admit. But Tony didn’t put them there. He brought them in because he was following the law like everyone else on the planet should. Because he didn’t think himself above the law the Steve did. (Aka flipping the bird at 117 countries whose people say they’re scared and what someone to oversee the Avengers) and the jacket and collar on Wanda was unethical. I think the collar on its own would have been fine but wearing a straitjacket for too long is really bad for your health.

And then just to put the icing on the cake. The letter. The damn fucking letter. It’s mocking. It’s arrogant. Not once is there an apology or true regret. Other than regretting that they’re now criminals who hurt so many people that is. But mostly just the fact they have to hide when 'they did nothing wrong’. No remorse for anything. Not for Tony, defiantly not. That would be decent. Not for anyone else either.

“I know I hurt you”. That’s not an apology. There was no mention of the destruction he left behind in his quest for saving a single man, who has killed people. A lot of people. By choice or not, it was still his body. His life was not worth the loss of so many innocent lives. There was no acknowledgement of how deeply you hurt Tony. How much you damaged him.

Steve basically says. “I forgive you for being wrong and because I’m such a nice and just person when you see I’m right I’ll be here for you and all will be forgiven. Because we’re still friends/family. Even if you fucked up.”

Argh. Angry ranting at 2am. I’ve probably missed points I wanted to make but my wrists are cramping and I’m tired.

I just… I used to like Steve, but Tony a little more because he always seemed more relatable to me. (And had a more interesting backstory.) And then this movie just made me hate Cap so much. He was such a dick in it and it annoys me that the movie was obviously trying to get you to side with him. Feel free to add anything to this.

Friendly PSA that Katie “actively grieved a robot she knew for like three days after talking to said robot heavily” Holt, alias Pidge “could not even pretend for more than five seconds she didn’t miss her team horribly and had a breakdown when her plan to contact them didn’t work” Gunderson is not a perpetual sass goblin and is actually a sweetheart in many regards who connects to robots and animals very quickly with almost no hesitation.

Like she didn’t even successfully hack that one galra drone but she still got mad at Hunk for “torturing” it.

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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue

April 1


I find the letter at the foot of my bed when I wake up.




I don’t know exactly how to say this

I’ve been sitting here staring at the blank page for ten minutes

Why did you have to be the Mage’s Heir?

I wish this didn’t have to be so hard to say

Crowley, this is ridiculous

We’ve lived together all this time and

Bet you thought I hated you

I don’t hate you

I can’t even explain what I

Why did we have to be enemies?

Fuck it.


I love you Simon Snow.



He finds me outside the dining hall, and when he storms towards me I see the letter in his hand. I brace myself.


“When did you even write this?” I begin.

           Baz looks taken aback.  “What does that have to do with anything?”

           “And why did you have to write it today?”

           “It’s April Fool’s Day, Snow,” he tells me, “or did you forget already?”

           “That’s just it,” I say, my voice getting louder. “Why would you write something like this on a day where it could be a prank?”

           “For exactly that reason.”

           “Well, what am I supposed to think?”

           He gives me a look.  “Think whatever you want, Snow,” he shrugs, “I’ve made my move, just focus on making yours.”

           I glare up at him a second longer.  His eyes are gray and deep and almost sad.

           His mouth is right there, and his lips look soft like his hair.

           I wonder if he’s noticed where I’m looking.


I wonder if he’ll reach up…

           Or if I’ll have to reach down…

           Or if I’m even brave enough…


I’m not brave enough.

           I step back while I still can, before I’ve been staring at his mouth too long or before one of us closes the distance.

           I wish I had some sort of parting phrase, something more eloquent than “fuck you”, but I don’t.

           So I turn and walk away, feeling his eyes bore into my back, feeling that same magnetic tension I’d felt when I’d left him to cry away his own nightmares.

           I wait until I’m around the corner before I start running.


Maybe a love letter is a lame April Fool’s Day prank, but when else am I supposed to tell him? When else would he take it with a grain of salt?

           Except he didn’t take it with a grain of salt, even today.

           I hope it makes him hate me.  I hope he burns it in front of me.  I hope he makes me burn it with my own fire.

           I wish he would just break my heart and leave it at that.

           Because the only thing worse than knowing he hates me is not knowing.


I could have kissed him.

           I wanted to kiss him.


           I’m outside when I run out of breath and I lean against an ivy-covered wall before pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Penny’s number.



           “Hey Simon, what’s up?”

           I squeeze my eyes shut.  “You’ve got to help me.”

           “Why, what’s wrong?”



           “I almost kissed Baz.”


I find Simon sitting on the ground against a wall, and the grass is wet but I join him anyway and wait for him to speak.

           “What’s wrong with me, Penny?”

           I shoot him a look.  “Nothing’s wrong with you, Simon,” I assure him, “you’re just scared.”

           “Baz hates me.”

           I don’t answer.

           “And I hate him, right?”

           “If you have to ask me, then you probably don’t.”

           “But I must,” he insists, “I always have.”

           “Things change.”

           “Not this.”

           “Where is this even coming from?” I ask.  He hands me a folded slip of paper.  A letter, and even though it’s not signed, it’s clear who wrote it.  

           “It was on my bed this morning.”

           “You do realize this is probably a prank, right?”

           “But that’s just it,” he sits forward urgently, “I can’t tell.”

           “Simon,” I tell him firmly, “if he does feel this way, then what better day to tell you than on a day you might not realize it’s true?”

           “But why wouldn’t he want me to realize?”

           “Oh, I don’t know,” I scoff, “maybe because you’ve been mortal enemies your whole life and he’s supposed to kill you and it would be bad enough if he thought you hated him but even worse if you didn’t?”

           He doesn’t respond, weighing the possibility in his mind.

           “Quick question.”


           “Who almost kissed whom?”

           He shakes his head.  “I’m not really sure anymore.”

           “Did you want to kiss him?”

           It’s a long moment before he gives the slightest of nods.  “Why would I want that, Penny?”

           I put a hand on his knee.  “Oh, Si,” I murmur sympathetically, “you know why.”


I only go to the room for a minute after lunch to grab a jacket, but when I get there, there’s a note on my bed.



I love you too.



Of course I do.  How could I have doubted for a second that I did?


I avoid him for the rest of the day, spending most of it wandering the catacombs and when that gets boring, the Wavering Wood.  I climb to the top of the highest tree I can find and close my eyes, trying to remember how it felt yesterday.

           I don’t know if I should be reading into the note or not, but that’s probably my own fault.  I did it to him, so he did it to me, all on the one day of the year dedicated to practical jokes.

           Yet neither of us have actually said April Fool’s.

           I wait as long as I can to return to our room for the night, and by then it’s dark already.  Simon doesn’t appear to have come up yet, but the window is open, so he must have been here since I found his note.

           As I stare at the window, something dark and long swoops through the outside air lazily.

           I venture closer, and it swings by again, but this time I see what it is.  A dragon’s tail.

           Part of me wants to yank it hard and send him tumbling (his wings would save him anyway, no harm done), but I just poke my head out the window and find Simon on the roof, his tail dangling over the edge.

           “What in Merlin’s name are you doing up there?”

           “Turns out I like high places,” he replies without looking at me.  I should go back inside (I don’t have anything else to say), but the sky is clear tonight and the moon is hitting his curls in a new way and I could study them for hours.

           “What are you looking at?” he asks when he catches me staring.

           I shake myself out of my trance.  “Nothing,” I say, ducking to retreat back in.

           “You should come up.”


           “Up here, it’s a great view.”

           “I can see just fine from here, Snow.”

           “Yeah, but…” he trails off, still gazing out over the grounds, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

           “You can come down if you want to talk to me.”

           “Where’s the fun in that?”  He shoots me a shy smile like he’s not sure if it’s allowed. “Seriously, just get out here.”

           I peer over the windowsill to the moat.  “I’ll fall.”

           “No you won’t,” Simon scoffs, “I’ve seen you climb.”

           “And I fell.”

           “I’d catch you.”

           He won’t look at me again but I can tell he’s not going to take no for an answer.

           I look anywhere but down or at him as I scramble over the sill and up onto the roof, not taking the offered hand but not slapping it away either as I might have done yesterday.

           One almost-kiss and you’d think the world was turned upside-down.

           Well, two almost-kisses.

           I settle into place beside him, anchoring my feet so I won’t slide down the angled roof.  It’s really not the most comfortable position, and the night air is colder up here, but now that I’m here I can see what he was talking about.  The Wood is like a quilt draped over the land and the hills roll like waves into the distance.  “Not a bad view,” I concede.

           “Told you.”

           “It would be a shame if I were to push you off the roof right now.”

           “You won’t.”

           “You sure?”



           “You just won’t.”

           I should, just to prove him wrong. Yesterday I might have.



           “Why haven’t we teamed up before?”

           I give a dark laugh.  “It might have something to do with being mortal enemies.”

           “Is that what we are?”

           “Well, it’s no secret that the Old Families want me to kill you.”

           “So why haven’t you?”

           “Are you getting impatient, Snow?”

           “You’ve had every opportunity, but even the times that you have legitimately tried, you’ve ended up saving me.”

           “I’ll make a note to stop doing that.”

           “Please don’t.”

           “I doubt we’d make a very good team, Snow,” I chuckle quietly.

           He looks genuinely curious.  “Why not?”

           “I think there has to be a certain level of trust in a team.”

           “I trust you.”

           I raise an incredulous eyebrow at him.  “I sold you out to a goblin yesterday, and now you trust me?”

           “It seems that way.”

           “Maybe that’s the reason we wouldn’t make a good team, because of your horrible decision-making skills.”

           Simon just laughs.  “You weren’t actually trying to kill me, and besides, look how it turned out.”

           My mind jumps straight to the almost-kiss at the top of the tree and I’m suddenly grateful for the darkness hiding my blush. “What do you mean?”

           “You killing that goblin,” he practically gushes, “that was incredible!”

           I shrug.  “Goblins are stupid, it wasn’t exactly difficult.”

           “Exactly. Imagine if we’d teamed up years ago, the Insidious Humdrum would be long gone by now.”

           “How boring our lives would be.”

           “We wouldn’t have to be enemies.”

           I look down at my legs.  “We’d still have to be enemies.”

           “We could be unlikely friends.”

           “No we couldn’t.”

           He glances at me carefully.  “Maybe not,” he agrees after a pause.

           Maybe he could be alright with friends, but I don’t know if I ever could.

           Fuck the Families.  Fuck the Mage.  Fuck the roles we’ve been given and the parts we have to play.  Fuck it all.  I just want you, Simon Snow.



           “Why did you have to write that letter today?”

           I don’t know if I’m shivering from the cold or the question, or both.  “I’ve already told you why.”

           “Why couldn’t you have written it tomorrow?”

           I cast him a sideways glance.  “You know that April Fool’s Day isn’t the one designated day of the year that I’m able to lie to you, right?  Saying it any other day wouldn’t make it true.”

           “If it were true,” he says slowly, “today would be the perfect day to say it without the risk of being taken seriously, right?”

           I shrug carefully.  “I suppose.”



           He looks me right in the eye.  “Did you mean it?”

           I hold his gaze.  “Why are you expecting the truth?”

           “Because I trust you.”

           “That’s right, I’d forgotten.”

           He waits expectantly.

           “It doesn’t matter what I say,” I sigh, “you won’t believe me.”  It’s the grave I’ve dug myself.


           I don’t answer, just meet his eyes.

           “Did you ever consider,” he murmurs, “even for a moment, the possibility that your letter would mean something to me?”

           I don’t speak, I can’t.

           “Or that maybe my note wasn’t a prank?”

           I gulp.  “The thought crossed my mind, but it was too ridiculous to entertain.”

           He shifts fractionally closer but I can already feel the energy start to crackle between us.  “It’s not that ridiculous.”

           “What are you saying?”

           Simon’s eyes are dark like indigo, his hair framed by the moon behind him.  “I think…”

           I can’t breathe as I wait for him to finish.


I don’t know if I can say it.  Writing it down is one thing, but saying it face-to-face, and this close…

           Baz’s eyes are silver, illuminated by the moon behind me.



“Do you know why I woke you from the nightmares?” he says suddenly, and I want to slap him for changing the subject.  (And then kiss his cheek.)  (And then kiss his mouth.)

           “Because I was keeping you from your beauty rest?”

           “Because you were scared, and… it hurt me to see you hurting like that.”

           He won’t look at me again, and I want to take his chin in my hand and make him meet my eye, but I stay still and wait.

           “When you had the nightmares,” he eventually continues, “you didn’t just say no a lot.”

           I already know where this is going.  “What else did I say?”

           “My name.  Simon.”

           Figures.  “I was afraid of that,” I nod.

           “Can I ask what you were dreaming about?”

           It takes a long time for me to answer.  “I had to kill you.”

           “And did you?”

           Just the thought brings tears to my eyes.

           “You don’t have to…”

           “Yes.  I did.” He’s silent as I take a ragged breath. “That’s why it’s my worst nightmare. I know I’ve been told all my life that I have to kill you, but if it ever really came to it, I want to think that I’d be brave enough to refuse.  But in my nightmares, I always give in.  Sometimes you kill me at the same time, and then at least I know I won’t have to carry on living in a world without you…”

“After I woke you,” he says a minute later, his voice getting quieter and quieter, “I hated myself for what I’d done to you.  I wanted to comfort you, to hold you until you fell asleep again, but I was too afraid.  When I walked away, it was like someone was ripping a piece out of me, and then I hated myself even more.  I thought the feeling would go away, but it didn’t.”  He looks me in the eye, and he looks terrified.  “It still hasn’t.”

He’s only inches away.  There’s tears in his eyes to match mine.  

“I think…” Simon moves even closer, “I think I meant what I wrote.”

My heart goes quiet, but I’ve never felt more alive.

“I know,” I whisper, “that I meant what I wrote.”

It’s taking everything in me right now not to fall against him.

I don’t miss his eyes as they flicker to my mouth and back up. When he speaks it’s less than a breath. “May I…”


He takes a handful of my shirt and pulls me down to him.


Baz tastes like citrus and wood smoke and I’m immediately lost in the scent.  His mouth is softer than I could have imagined and I want to be gentle, to move slowly, but I can’t stop myself from opening his mouth with mine.  I feel his sigh vibrate against my chin as I deepen the kiss and oh, it’s not enough.  I want to hear every sound he has, to explore every inch of him, to stay here forever discovering.  I know right now that I’ll never get enough.


Simon kisses me like he’s starving, like he can’t get enough, yet he’s gentle.  His mouth is slow and deep, and my hand is in his curls before I even know what I’m doing, angling his head and moving slow, like we have nothing but time.  The tears are spilling over from my eyes and I can feel the moisture of his own tears on his cheeks, but we’re both kissing through our grins, giddy and desperate for more.


Breaking away from him is like pulling the plug on life support, but he stays no more than a breath away.

“Are you shaking?” I whisper.

“It’s cold up here, Simon,” he murmurs back.  “Not everyone has an internal furnace like you apparently do.”

I grin and wrap my wings around the two of us.  “Call me that again.”

He presses a gentle kiss to my mouth.  “Simon,” he breathes, and I can’t stop myself from pulling him in again.

Baz keeps whispering my name between kisses, and I keep falling more and more in love with him.

Poly!teamiplier where everyone’s in a relationship but Eth is the new addition and Mark is in denial that he’s completely enamored with the boy. Everyone else is obviously obsessed with Eth, but Mark is like purposely trying to ignore him because he’s jealous. Literally says out loud “he’s not that cute”.

But then they’re left alone in a room and Mark keeps making jabs at him and rude (ish) remarks and then suddenly Eth is kissing him and they’re having an angry makeout session

anonymous asked:

I don't think its insulting #louisgetanewteam because they do nothing at all PR or mgnt Louis lucky we are still here fans and steve team got that song to over 200 million streams & no2 uk charts he deserves better is what we mean not anything else

You’re missing the point. I don’t care if it’s insulting to Louis’s team; I think they’re horrible and treat him horribly. But saying “Louis get a new team” is putting all the responsibility on him and that’s not fair. He is TRAPPED in this situation that is constructed to hurt and sabotage him. You think he doesn’t already know he needs a new team? His best friend liking all those tweets and comments about how awful JGG and Rusty are should tell you that, yeah, he knows, and has likely shared those frustrations with Calvin. 

But no one in the GP knows that. No one in the GP knows Louis’s situation. Anyone looking at that hashtag would see fans /berating/ their “fave” for having a bad team. How does that look good for him? Louis needs our support and I’m happy to give it to him, but this is not support; this is putting him in a position in which he /can’t/ comment or defend himself, can’t say for the benefit of the GP “hey i’m being sabotaged,” can’t say /anything/, and anything “he” could say would probably be aggressive and in support of JGG like people need to stop thinking we can fix everything by putting a spotlight on it. We can’t. People just.. need to know when and how to comment. And this isn’t it

Envy ; MJ & Rocky [part!two]

Characters: Myungjun (MJ) / Minhyuk (Rocky) / Astro / Reader
Genre: Slight angst, romance
A/N: i waited like 27 days to write this smh also remember each chapter is a year later!!! spot the swdbs reference this is also hella short im sorry


Originally posted by astroyals

Originally posted by astroyals


You turned around, smiling upon seeing Minhyuk, your new (and old) best friend. “Hey, Min Min.” You waited as he jogged up to you. You noticed that his smile was timid, which was odd– he was usually quite eccentric around you. “What’s up?”

“I have extremely important something to tell you,” he announced. He watched patiently as curiosity pooled in your eyes before continuing, “but! I won’t tell you unless you pass your driver’s test.” You pouted at him, your curiosity dwindling. He knew very, very well that you weren’t confident in your ‘driving’ skills as of that moment, having only practice driven twice in the year you had.

“That’s so unfair, Min Min.” You punched his shoulder lightly, turning your head away. He chuckled at your childish behavior, despite being nineteen years in age, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You payed no heed to the sudden skinship, as it had become a regular thing in your friendship.

“How is it unfair, [Y/N]? Your fault for not practicing,” he noted, sticking his tongue out at you. You narrowed your eyes at him, jabbing his sides causing him to flinch away. “Well maybe I don’t want to hear your important something anyway,” you grumbled. A look of panic settled in Minhyuk’s expression, making you sag your shoulders.

“Okay fine,” you gave in. “I’ll practice super hard just for you so I can pass that test. Happy?” Minhyuk beamed at you, his ears turning pink. “Yup!” He laughed, which sounded more like a giggle, before running ahead of you. You watched with a small smile as he bounded down the sidewalk.

You hadn’t even noticed it, but Minhyuk, the very boy you had been childhood friends with, the same boy who supported you and laughed with you for months, had managed to steal your broken heart.

“Hey! Wait up,” you called, running to catch up with him.

You didn’t mind. Not one bit.

Two months later, you sat in your mom’s car, your heart pounding. The driving examiner sat in the passenger seat in silence, jotting down a few notes on his clipboard. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he sent a smile your way. “Congrats, [Y/N], you’ve passed with flying colours.”

A grin made its way onto your face as you held in an excited scream. You, a practically inept driver two months ago, had passed your driver’s test. Take that Minhyuk, you thought gleefully. In retrospect, he had actually been quite supportive of you in the passed two months, more than usual, and had helped you learn to drive despite not being a driver himself.

He must’ve really wanted to tell you about his important thing.

Later on, you decided to call Minhyuk about the good news.

“Min Min,” you practically screamed into the phone. You could just imagine him recoiling from shock. “Guess what?”

“Did you lose your turtle again?”

“What– Min Min, I don’t even have a turtle–” you shook your head, “never mind. I passed my driver’s test!” You heard him whooping and smiled. You had such a dorky best friend. You heard your bedroom door opening, and turned to see a sleepy Bin standing in your doorway.

“Why are you screaming so early,” he whined cutely, shuffling into your room and collapsing on the bed beside you. “Some of us need our beauty sleep, you know.” You rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s three in the afternoon, Binnie.”

“Who’re you talking to?” he mumbled, closing his eyes contently. You smiled for the umpteenth time that day and put Minhyuk on speaker. “Min Min.” Bin opened his eyes and turned to you with an incredulous look, his eyes darting to the phone.

“Hey,” he grumbled, “I’ve been your friend longer but I don’t get to call you a nickname?” Minhyuk laughed, but chose not to answer. “We should all meet up,” you suggested, poking Bin’s stomach as if to convince him.

“I’m at MODA now,” Minhyuk said, “we can meet here if you want. I’m with a friend I want you guys to meet.” Bin groaned, complaining about having to leave the house, but complied nonetheless.

And so, you and Bin went, blissfully oblivious.

“Where is he,” Bin asked, looking around once you entered the semi-busy mall. “He said he and his friend were shopping for birthday gifts at some store,” you shrugged nonchalantly. Bin gave you an exasperated look.

“Some store?” he repeated, raising a brow. “[Y/N], there are so many stores here, be more specific will you?” You mocked his expression, “that’s what he said.”

“[Y/N]! Bin!”

You looked up to see Minhyuk waving over at the two of you, a boy with his back facing you standing next to him. You smiled after seeing him, rushing over with Minhyuk.

“Min Min–” you froze abruptly once the boy turned around with wide eyes. Bin immediately frowned, pulling you back into his chest. Minhyuk noticed, and glanced between you and him. “Myungjun,” Bin addressed, narrowing his eyes.

Even after almost a year, Bin hadn’t reconciled with Myungjun after what had happened. You’ve called him petty for it multiple times, but you didn’t say much otherwise. He was just being overprotective, so you payed no mind to it.

Although, part of you wished for Bin to just make up with Myungjun already. You knew being friends with him made Bin happy.

You, on the other hand, avoided Myungjun like the plague. Whenever you’d see him in public, which was surprisingly often, you’d steer away and in the opposite direction. Not to mention you always avoided conversation about him, not wanting to talk about what happened.

“Do you know each other?” a clueless Minhyuk asked, a confused frown etched onto his face. You gave him a soft smile, trying to ease his conscience. “He went to school with us for a bit,” you said. Technically it was the truth, so you weren’t lying.

Minhyuk bit his lip, not exactly believing you. You avoided eye contact with Myungjun, but you could see him trying to get your attention from the corner of your eye.

“Minhyuk,” Bin muttered, his eyes not leaving Myungjun’s stiff form. “Can I speak to you?”

You watched with a clenched jaw as Bin walked off with Minhyuk, leaving you with Myungjun. Your brother merely turned to you and mouthed ‘talk.’

Minhyuk waited patiently for Bin to speak, glancing over to you from time to time. He could tell you felt quite awkward around Myungjun, but he had no idea why. “Has [Y/N] never told you about Myungjun?” Bin asked. Minhyuk simply shook his head, concern growing in his stomach.

“He’s the guy from last year,” Bin whispered, narrowing his eyes at Myungjun. Minhyuk’s eyes widened. You had briefly told him about the incident, but you never told him who did it. “Myungjun did that?” he stammered, extremely surprised from the turn of events.

Bin pursed his lips, nodding. Minhyuk, “that’s so unlike Myungjun. He’s so,” he trailed off, seeing as Bin got his message.

“I know.”

Minhyuk tilted his head, looking back at you again, frowning when Myungjun took grasp of your arm. It seemed as though Myungjun was trying to talk to you. “You obviously have some sort of dislike toward Myungjun right now,” he started, “so why’d you bring us over here?” Bin followed his gaze, his eyes stopping on you and Myungjun.

“I seriously don’t like him for what he did,” he shrugged, “but I think [Y/N] needs to talk to him. Even though it’s been so long since it happened, [Y/N] still thinks about it.” Minhyuk looked up at Bin, “[Y/N] still likes him?” he asked in a disheartened tone.

Bin chuckled, patting Minhyuk’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he leaned in, “I think you have a bigger chance than Myungjun.”

Minhyuk blushed, narrowing his eyes at Bin. “How did you know?” he mumbled. Bin laughed again, shaking his head. “Because, Minhyuk, you make it extremely obvious. I’m surprised you haven’t asked them to marry you yet.”

Once again, Minhyuk glared at Bin.

You sucked on your teeth, tapping on your lap as you wished for Minhyuk and Bin to finish their conversation faster. Myungjun cleared his throat, making you turn to him. You briefly made eye contact before you broke it. Myungjun frowned, obviously not liking how the situation was going.

“[Y/N], I,” he trailed off, unsure on how to continue. You scoffed, moving to pull out your phone. Before you could fully take it out of your pocket, Myungjun held your wrist. You looked up at him with furrowed brows, trying to shake your arm out of his grasp. “Please, just listen to what I have to say.”

You glared at him, feeling a slight pang in your heart when he cowered back subtly. “Listen to what? An apology?” you hissed, finally wrenching your arm out of his tight hold. “Myungjun, you literally trapped me between you and a wall and told me what I already knew. That you didn’t like me back and that you never would.”

He opened his mouth to talk, but you didn’t let him. “You could’ve just told me you didn’t like me!” You exploded, trying your hardest to not yell at the male in front of you, ignoring the bystanders who stopped to stare. “You called me pathetic when I tried to comfort you over your girlfriend dumping you. I tried, dammit, and that’s how you repaid me!”

Myungjun flinched upon hearing his past mistakes being brought up but didn’t move away from you, determined to apologize. “I know, what I did was horrible, but–”

“But nothing, Myungjun. That night ruined me for weeks. Do you realize how low my self confidence got?” You sighed, clenching your fists. “I refuse to let my self-worth be hindered like that again, much less by the same person.”

You hadn’t noticed when Bin and Minhyuk returned from their conversation, but when you turned you saw them staring at the two of you with worried expressions.

“I’m tired, Binnie,” you said quietly, stepping away from Myungjun’s frozen state. “Can we go home?” Bin nodded, not saying a word to Myungjun or Minhyuk before whisking you away.

Myungjun bit his lip, staring at a tile on the floor. “I didn’t know that [Y/N] was the friend you were talking about,” he mumbled. Minhyuk nodded curtly, his eyes watching as you left the vicinity. “And I didn’t know that you were the one who hurt them.”

It was silent.

You and Bin had gone home and decided to have a movie marathon in the living room. “Why is she so stupid,” you said with a mouthful of popcorn, gesturing toward the screen, where a girl explored the basement of a creepy hotel. “When you hear a scream in a basement of a weird hotel, your first reaction isn’t to explore.”

Bin chuckled at your frustration, stealing popcorn from the bowl in your lap. You were about to say something else, but he shushed you as the music gradually became more and more dramatic.

A knock sounded at the ‘front’ door (even though it was the door that separated your home from the cafe), snapping the two of you out of your concentration. “I’ll get it,” you said, propping the bowl onto the couch, “tell me what happens.”

Bin mumbled a half-assed reply as you walked off. After walking to the front door, you glanced through the peep hole, seeing Minhyuk standing outside. Opening the door, you leaned on the frame. “Hey.”

Minhyuk gave you a shy smile, handing you a paper bag. You easily recognized the label– one of your favourite fast food joints. You grinned, happily taking it. “Not that I’m not grateful for the food, but what’s this for? Earlier?”

Minhyuk obviously stiffened after hearing you speak, but nodded anyways. “When I asked you to meet up, I didn’t expect to upset you,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. You smiled at how thoughtful he sounded, despite the simple words.

“It’s fine, Min Min.” You laughed when he lit up at the nickname, “it’s not your fault anyway.” He returned the smile, becoming the Minhyuk you know and love again. “Ah– you said you had something important to tell me? I passed my test,” you reminded him.

Minhyuk turned red, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “Oh yeah,” he laughed nervously, “forgot about that.” Clearing his throat and straightening his posture, Minhyuk looked at you with a serious expression.

“[Y/N], you’ve been my friend since we were practically in diapers, even through my dork phase–”

“You’re still a dork.” He shushed you.

“Anyway– you’ve been with me through thick and thin and you supported me and my dream even when you knew I’d be gone for years. And when I came back, you welcomed me with open arms and I’m thankful.” He bowed slightly, leaving you in shock. Where was this coming from?

He cleared his throat again, obviously nervous beyond belief. “And I,” he bit his lip. “These past few months that I spent with you have been so much fun. I forgot how much fun I could have when I’m with you.” Your heart fluttered at his words, a smile subconsciously making its way onto your face.

“I realized this a while ago, but… I like you, [Y/N]. I like how adorably awkward you get around new people, I like how aren’t afraid to voice your opinions, I like how kind you are, and I like so many more things about you, but it’d take me forever to list them all, because I keep finding new things to like.”

Your jaw was left agape when he finished, not expecting that at all. Your heart raced as you stared at him, a look of anticipation and fear obvious in his expression. “You don’t have to answer me now,” he rushed, stumbling over his words even though he was perfectly fine a second ago.

“It’s okay, I can wait–” you cut him off, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his in a gentle manner. Pulling back no less than a second later, you smiled at his surprised stupor. “I like you too, Min Min.”

Minhyuk’s smile grew into a grin as he pulled you into a hug. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Unbeknownst to you, a man stood at the bottom of the staircase, wearing no expression at all. He practically crushed the stuffed bear in his hands, spinning on his heel and walking off.

rip what was this
character development is strong here amirite im kidding its not