the laser stare

Most of the time, Even loves Jonas. 

He does- Jonas is quick witted and intelligent. He loves films and art and Even has the most interesting conversations with Jonas when they’re both high off their ass. Even more interesting ones when they aren’t.

He means, yeah sure, every now and then they butt heads when it comes to Isak because they both love him dearly in their own ways, but at the end of the day; they are always willing to laugh it off into a can of beer.

So they’re chill. Even likes Jonas.

But at this moment, Even wants to break the curly headed fuck’s neck.

“Let’s take marriage for instance,” Jonas says, sipping a can of beer and gesturing wildly to both the other boys in their squad and the girls, “It’s nothing but a capitalistic invention. People throw these huge ceremonies and spend millions of dollars on bullshit like valentine’s day cards and wedding receptions. I mean really– marriage is obsolete in this day and age. What the fuck is a piece of paper going to tell you? Completely unnecessary.”

Even clenches his jaw, because Isak is nodding in his hesitant way, looking interested in the topic. Slowly being convinced maybe.

That just won’t do. Because Even has a ring in his pocket that he’s been carrying around for ages and tonight was supposed to be the night that he was going to drop down on his legs and ask the fucking question.

But fucking Jonas is messing shit up.

“I don’t think it’s obsolete,” Even says through gritted teeth, “Standing up in front of you family and friends and promising yourself to the one person in the world you can’t live without.”

Jonas snorts, “One person you can’t live without? Should we talk about divorce rates?”

The fucker.

Sana, bless her, must notice that Even is about to blow a gasket and maybe jump Jonas in the not at all fun way. She clears he throat and changes the subject easily enough.

But Even glares at him steadily. Clearly boldly enough that Isak gives him a bizarre look and a nudge

Sorry baby, Even thinks, I know he’s your best friend, but I’ll kill him if he affects how you see us.

Jonas stands up and stretches after a minute, pecking Eva’s head in the process. “I’m going to grab some chips.”

His chance. Even stands up, “I’ll help you.”

“Oh no, it’s alright I’m just-”

Even narrows his eyes, “I’ll help you.”

So the kitchen is awkward because Jonas can’t figure out why Even is laser beam staring and him and Even is just crossing his arms and glaring.

“Did I… do something?”

“You’ve gotta stop with this no marriage shit,” Even whispers, moving closer and giving the entrance to the kitchen a surreptitious glance, “You’re killing me, Jonas. Like actually killing me.”

Jonas raises his eyebrows, “What the fuck? Why?”

Even sighs through his nose, “Because I have a fucking ring in my pocket that I’m planning on proposing with in approximately 45 minutes, you shit.”

Jonas’s eyes go wide, “No way! You and Isak are getting married? That’s fucking awesome!”

Even throws his arms up and hisses, “Yeah, it’s awesome. But it’s going to be less awesome when Isak decides suddenly that marriage is a capitalistic trap!”

Jonas winces, “Okay I see your point. Sorry man, I didn’t know.”

Even lets out a breath. At least he was being reasonable. “It’s chill… just cool it a bit until after.”

Noora’s high pitched voice, “Everything okay in there? Where are the chips?”

Jonas pats Even on the back and grins, “This is fucking awesome. Married. Isak is so gonna ask me to be his best man.” And then louder, “We’re coming out now. Couldn’t find them!”

Jonas and Even settle back into the respective seats. There was a brief lull of silence before Jonas cleared his throat, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve had a change of heart. Everyone should get married. Marriage is the fucking best.” 

How Stony Turns Into Stuckony–because sometimes three idiots can not be trusted to figure shit out for themselves. Or something like that.


“The fuck are you doing, Stark?” Bucky hisses behind clenched teeth.

Tony, manipulative little bastard that he is, just blinks up at him, looking so fucking innocent Bucky knows for sure it can’t be anything but a scam and still can’t help but feel guilty about snapping at him.

You’re going soft, Barnes, he thinks for the fifth time in the last hour. Let’s hope it doesn’t get you killed today.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Tony asks, all wide brown eyes and pouty lips as he presses his body closer. Bucky is this close to shooting the pitiful moral left-overs he’s got to hell and lean that last inch in to fucking devour him.

Honest as Bucky usually is with himself he has to admit he’s not sure he’ll make it through this night without doing something he won’t regret as much as he probably should in the morning. Like fucking his best friend’s very hot boyfriend. It probably wouldn’t end their friendship, but Steve would definitely want revenge, and the whole trying to kill each other without actually killing each other, just to work together at the last possible second to turn a job around is really starting to get old.

“No, seriously, what are you doing?” Bucky asks again when Tony keeps wiggling restlessly and presses himself even closer, like he wants to crawl into Bucky’s skin or something. And seriously, they’re stuck in an air vent, there wasn’t exactly a lot of room to begin with.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you miss the part where I told you I’m freezing my ass off because this is an air vent with moving air in it and some people don’t have the body temperature of a god damn furnace?” Tony snipes, indicating that he has been complaining about the temperature–he’s right, it is a little chilly, especially with the sweat of being chased through the building twice still clinging to them, and that will never be sexy–for a while now.

Maybe he needs to try this listening thing that Natasha keeps commenting on.

“Whatever,” he grumbles distractedly. Puts an arm around Tony’s shoulders and another below his head, because dislodging the human limpet is impossible and his muscles are starting to ache. Besides it’s not like it’s a hardship to cuddle with cute, snarky Tony who’s got far too much talent breezing through security systems like they’re nothing, looking damn good while he does it.

There’s a moment of silence as they both get comfortable, nothing but the sound of their breathing, even but a little too heavy for Bucky’s paranoia, before.

“You’ve got a reason for keeping both your hands on my ass too?” Bucky raises a questioning eyebrow, hopes Tony can see it in the dim light. He could have just ignored it or pushed him off of course, but come on.

Tony, unapologetic as always, simply tightens his grip. “It’s a very nice ass.”

Bucky, clinging to all the maturity and self-control he’s got, keeps his hands where they are instead of getting back at Tony with some very inappropriate fondling–because one, that’s fucking childish and can only lead to bad decisions, and two, you think sex in a car is overrated and uncomfortable? Try having it in an air vent. Or, you know, don’t try it. Seriously, man. Don’t.

“And what does your boyfriend think about you appreciating other people’s butt like this?” Bucky shoots back. It’s supposed to remind the both of them of the fact that all mutual attraction aside, one of them is not on the market, but instead it comes out sounding far more teasing than Bucky intended. Which does absolutely nothing to break the mood.

Steve’s thoughtful hum in his ear on the other hand does the job just fine. Until he follows it up with a, “His boyfriend agrees, you do have a fantastic ass,” that is.

Bucky inwardly groans. Right. The earbud. He still isn’t used to the earbud. He still isn’t used to working in a team. But also, what?

“You really do,” Tony nods, serious like he usually is when he stares at laser beams or locks, trying to figure out the easiest way to cheat his way through the system. “And it feels even better than it looks!” he adds happily.

Bucky feels something between flattery, a faint sense of embarrassment, and exasperation. Why did he think working with a team would keep his admittedly very attractive ass out of trouble again?

Speaking of the team.

“Not to cut through the audio porn or anything,” Clint cuts through Tony’s continued analysis of Bucky’s posterior, “But I’m trying to con a paranoid ex-CIA bodyguard into not killing my sorry ass, so could you please shut the fuck up?”

“Yes, well, if you’d done your job right we wouldn’t be stuck in this fucking vent in the first place!” Bucky growls, because how the hell can you miss the second guard route when you’re casing this place?

“Oh sure, blame me why don’t you–”

“It’s your fault, Clint!”

“Show time,” Natasha mutters, all business “Tony, Bucky, stay put until Clint gives you the all clear, keep yourselves busy. Steve, I need those codes yesterday,” which ends the erupting argument immediately.

They can be professional, occasionally.

Ah, whom is he kidding?

“How are we supposed to keep ourselves busy?” Tony asks incredulously. “We’re in an air vent.”

“Make out for all I care, just be quiet!” Natasha snarls back. Bucky still has that instinctive twitch towards his gun when she starts talking in that voice. It’s annoying but also understandable.

What’s less understandable is that Tony apparently decides to take Natasha’s advice, because suddenly there are a pair of lips on Bucky’s that have no business being where they are, nor are they supposed to feel so good, or move so perfectly or–

“Are they doing what they think I’m doing?” Clint asks with audible disbelief.

“It’s cute how you have to ask that,” Steve responds with an equally audible grin.

Steve. Shit.

Bucky jerks back.

“What the fuck, Stark?”

“Tony,” Steve sighs on the comms, the sort of affectionate exasperation that makes Bucky feel honest to god ashamed. Like he’s going to hell for this, rather than all the other, bloodier shit he’s done.

“What?” Tony says defensively. “He kissed me back!”

Which is not the part Bucky thinks Tony needs to be defensive about–but then what does he know about relationships?

“Tony, we’ve talked about this,” Steve laughs. He sounds so amused Bucky wants to punch him in the face. “You need to use your words.”

Really, Steve is worryingly unconcerned by his boyfriend’s actions. Bucky narrows his eyes. There are plenty of stunts he’s pulled Steve must still want to get him back for, and this is beginning to look suspiciously like some twisted sort of payback. He hasn’t figured out Tony’s angle yet, but he’s undoubtedly got one as well.

“Okay, okay,” Tony breathes. He’s tensing up now, though, and Bucky isn’t surprised when a minute passes without either of them saying anything. Eventually though, his patience is rewarded. 

“So the thing is,” Tony starts, then suddenly seems unable to stop, the words pouring out of him faster and faster, until the mesh into each other, become almost impossible to understand, “I’ve had a crush on you for a while now, but that’s okay, I talked it over with Steve and looked it up on the internet and there’s this thing some people are where they’re kind of a little in love with more than one person at the same time and Steve and I have been talking about what’s fine and what isn’t and I really should’ve started by asking what’s fine for you but I got distracted and I wanted to kiss you for so long and I’m not gonna apologise for that but I’m sorry I did it instead of checking with you first. But I like you and I want to do it again if you don’t mind and you and Steve can figure out whatever you want whenever but I’d really like to date you both.”

Bucky…blinks. Tries to take in the mess of an explanation that’s just been thrown at him–kind of feels like it’s burying him, with the way his thoughts are swimming, if he’s entirely honest.

“Holy shit,” Clint whispers in genuine terror. “I can’t believe Tony is the mature, let’s talk about feelings guy in this crew.”

“I can’t believe I still don’t have those codes,” Natasha snaps. “Steve!”

Bucky ignores them both.

“You want to date me?” he repeats slowly, and no, it doesn’t sound any less far-fetched the second time.

“And have very hot threesome sex,” Tony agrees with a nod.

“Do you guys have to do this now?” Clint whines. “There are reality TV shows for this shit, you know.”

“Shut up, Barton!” Bucky growls. Then, a little softer–but only a little–to Tony, “Why are we doing this now?”

Tony shrugs, a fluid motion that Bucky feels with his entire upper body. The reminder of just how close they’re pressed together does little to help his focus.

“There just never seems to be a good time to bring up crazy, wild three-ways in polite conversation, you know?” he asks, in that way of his that sounds completely serious and utterly ridiculous at the same time.

“So you thought cozying me up in an air vent with our entire team listening in on us would be the right time?” Bucky can’t not roll his eyes because Tony.

“Well,” Tony tilts his head in consideration, “it didn’t seem to be the worst time.”

The saddest part is that he’s right.


[An hour later after they narrowly escape yet another security team–those fuckers are everywhere, damn it–Bucky slams Tony’s back against the nearest wall and kisses him breathless.

“Not again!” Clint groans in exasperation.

He’s still not convinced of Steve’s motivation but Tony is too damn readable for his own good, and Bucky has got time to figure his and Rogers’ shit out. Besides, the team is starting to grow on him.]


I have no clue what happened to this. It was supposed to be MCU, then morphed into a sort-of Leverage AU? Also banter. *shrugs* I hope the ridiculousness makes up for my inactivity these past (and future) few days :)

Klangst Week: Day 1 - Unrequited

Keith rested his bruised and sore arm on the back of his chair, watching the dented and dirty armor sink into the soft material.

He leaned on it slightly, bending over in order to catch his breath. He shut his tired eyes for a few moments as he listened to his heartbeat slowly return to normal.

He had pushed himself really hard on that mission; too hard perhaps, Pidge had even pointed out that Keith had probably broken a record with the amount of Century’s he had defeated.

Pidge was sweet and all, but she wasn’t the person he had hoped would notice.

“Shiro! You were amazing! The way you blew up that ship with your lion before it could shoot down that village. We couldn’t have saved that planet without you.” Lance gushed to their leader.

Keith watched on angrily as Lance swooned over the black paladin.

“Umm… thanks, Lance. We all helped.” Shiro replied, seeming only half interested in what the Cuban had to say.

Keith scrunched the hand that was on his chair into a fist, gritting his teeth. Why did he even try with Shiro? Why couldn’t he see that Shiro wasn’t interested?

But he was. Oh, boy, Keith was. Why couldn’t lance be swooning over him instead? At least Keith would give him the time of day.

He looked back over to the pair now; lance still hovering over Shiro and admiring his every move, not even trying to be subtle. Shiro wasn’t even looking at the blue paladin.

“Hey, Shiro! You have to teach me how you did that thing with-”

“Princess.” Shiro cut Lance off unintentionally as the Altean Princess entered the controls room.

‘Shiro probably didn’t even know that Lance was talking in the first place…’ Thought Keith.

“Good work today everyone, you were extraordinary as a team! I’m so delighted that the team bonding exercises have been paying off!”

Keith noticed how Shiro’s posture changed as Allura spoke. While Lance spoke, Shiro was bent over his control panel focusing on the screen, not even facing the boy. Now he stood straight, giving full attention to the princess, hands held shyly behind his back.

“How did I do Allura?” He asked bashfully. The red paladin had never seen his leader so awkward and unconfident.

“Amazing!” Lance yelled from behind them.

“You did your job successfully Shiro, so good.” It was only a half-hearted answer but Shiro’s face lighted up at the mediocre comment. Lance looked taken back a bit at this. His smile turned to a hurt frown as he watched the others talk.

Keith thought he had gotten the message from Shiro, but as soon as Lance began butting in on Shiro and Allura’s conversation again, Keith decided that he had had enough.

He couldn’t stand watching Lance act like that, or be treated the way he was, for that matter.

He let out a loud exasperated sigh and stormed off past the other two tired paladins resting on the couch.

As he huffed past them, they made comments out loud about him, as if he couldn’t hear them.

“What’s wrong with Keith?” Hunk asked the group as Pidge fixed her glasses while staring lasers into the back of Keith’s head.

For the first time since getting back from the mission, Lance actually looked up and acknowledged Keith at all.

‘Finally’ Keith muttered to himself.

“Ha! Probably angry that he wasn’t the star of the mission; Right Shiro!” He laughed obnoxiously.

“Uh, yeah sure lance.” Sighed Shiro, quickly before turning back to watch what the princess was doing.

‘Shouldn’t have asked.

__________

“Okay, team! This mission is a big one and we are going to need some supplies.” Announced Shiro. “Pidge and Hunk, I need you to wormhole through to the Xynos Nebula to collect more of those particles that generate the laser guns we found on that asteroid last week. Allura and I will stay with Coran and Slav to work out our battle plan. This leaves Keith and Lance with the modified pod to go down and scope the imprisoned planet undetected.”

Finally, he got to go somewhere with Lance. They had to report back to the base and all, but maybe on the way there they could talk and maybe Lance would like him more. Keith was admittedly bad a socializing, but who could blame him, sometimes he sounded rude and he wasn’t good at conversations, but he would 100% listen to lance ramble on in his beautiful voice for hours if Lance would even bother.

“Awww, why do I have to go with him!” Lance complained, pointing a thumb in his direction.

And the image in Keith’s head of the two finally getting somewhere with their friendship vanished as soon as those words were uttered.

‘What did I even do to make him hate me so much?’ He thought trying to keep a straight face as he pretended to listen. Most people think he is hotheaded and impulsive, but really most of the mission prep is spent looking at Lance or wondering why Lance hates him and he just… misses the instructions. He hopes he was hiding the hurt on his face well enough.

“You are the only ones left and you are the best pilots, I trust that you can report back to us.” Replied Shiro.

“No, I don’t wanna be stuck in that tiny pod with mullet over there! I think that my brilliant mind should stay here with you and work on the plan.” He argued.

“You’re going with Keith.”

“No”

‘Again with everyone pretending that I’m not right in front of them.”

Shiro placed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Fine whatever. Allura, what do you think?”

‘Predictable’ snicked Keith to himself.

__________

So this is how Keith ended up in a small pod, sitting through an unending brutal silence with a person who hated every Galra to her core. She suggested taking Lances spot, but he was adamant in helping Shiro, thus landing them in this situation.

The task went sort of well. Keith piloted and Allura wouldn’t speak to him so he didn’t have to worry about a back seat driver. He followed Shiro’s coordinates and Allura reported back what she saw. They were back in record time.

When they got back into the controls room, lance was almost bouncing off the walls at the small amount of attention he was being given. When Shiro complemented and idea or had his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Good job you guys, we got all we needed to form our plan. You work really well together.” Shiro amended, more so that Allura would maybe be a little nicer to Keith.

“Sure, whatever.” She muttered.

Keith looked back over to Lance. He was truly beautiful. His smile, even if it was directed at Shiro; his laugh, his (presumably) soft hair and perfect tan skin. Damn Keith even liked his stupid jokes.

He didn’t even hide the fact that he likes Lance from himself. Pidge and Hunk had already guessed too and he thinks Shiro was catching on.

Why did Lance hate him so much? Keith could feel a burning sensation in his chest and throat, he knew what this was all too well. He was never good at dealing with emotions and everything with Lance was just building up. He adored the Cuban who didn’t even want to go in the same pod together for a mission. And Lance was head over heals for someone who had feelings for someone else and never gave him enough attention.

Keith knew that he would. He would give every second of every day to Lance. But lance hated him, and he was starting to hate himself too because of it.

__________

Almost a week had gone by since that mission. Keith had spent less time with the group than before; he just couldn’t handle seeing Lance. In fact, Lance was probably enjoying not having him around.

He thought that someone would notice that he was missing a lot, but the only one who would really care that much was Shiro and they saw each other every day when they got up early to train. They acted normal and talked like normal.

Then Shiro would leave probably thinking that Keith would do the same. Little did he know that Keith barely left the training deck anymore.

Just before dinner every day they had a group training session, everyone just thought that Keith had come early. Technically that was true, he just hadn’t left since that morning.

He sliced through drone after drone while he watched Lance sit on the sidelines ogling at Shiro’s muscles as he worked out.

Keith let out a physical cry of rage as he took the heads off three more robots.

“HA!, Geez Mullet calm down, it’s just training!” Lance yelled out to him. His face flushed with embarrassment as he looked back at the robot’s he had destroyed.

“I, I um-” He Tried to speak.

“Hey, Shiro…”Lance piped up again, and Keith was back to not listening.

He was so tired. Everything ached, but he couldn’t stop working out, he needed the distraction.

He squirted water into his mouth as he rested his arm on the cool wall of the training deck. He buried his head into it and tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

‘Why do I have to be like this!’ He yelled in his head.

‘Why do I have to like him so much!”

He accidently let a small cry escape his lips but quickly sealed them shut as he snapped back into reality, hoping that no one noticed.

“You need to stop.” Said a small but stern voice from behind his.

Keith’s eyes widened as he whipped around off the wall to face Pidge.

“What do you mean? Stop what?” He laughed awkwardly.

“You know what I mean. This much training is bad for you. Don’t think I don;t notice. I didn’t think you would listen to me anyway, but it’s getting worse. I know what you are trying to do. You are attempting to distract yourself. Please just find other ways to do this. I’m worried about you.”

She spilled out, you could hear the concern littering her voice.

“Aww Pidge that sweet, but I’m fine.” He laughed again.

“Please Keith. At least come to dinner. Training is almost done, we can go up early.”

Keith sighed, “I’m not hungry.” was all he said before leaving the room and going back to his own.

As soon as he was back in his room he flopped onto his bed, let everything that he was holding inside of his for the past week spill. He was so angry and hurt. He hated himself and he just needed to get everything out. He didn’t even think about anyone hearing him anymore. Everyone was all really happy without him, up at dinner right now laughing and celebrating a good session. Eventually, Keith cried himself to sleep.

__________

Things finally began to look up for Keith on their next mission. He got paired with Lance again and Shiro was not in the mood for bargaining today.

They set out in Lance’s Lion to collect some rare ore or something that Keith didn’t hear.

Maybe today was they day he could try and talk to Lance.

“You and your lion seem to be pretty in sync hey.” Keith instantly regretted saying as he cringed at his choice of sentence.

‘What are you even thinking?’ He mentally face palmed.

“Yeah she is fast, hopefully, this will go quickly.” was all Lance replied with. He was so much quieter than usual, Keith noted, did he really hate his that much?

“Um… yeah” Keith stuttered, hoping that Lance would say something else. Thank God Lance talked so much that even when he was being quiet it was still enough to fill a silence.

“I mean, why didn’t Shiro let me stay with him again, we work so well together.”

Keith hummed in agreement. It was a start.

“But, like, I don’t really mind, Shiro is busy and he can’t always think everything out, Right? I mean, he does it so well cause he is amazing but, he is still human. Well unless you count that sick Galra robot arm.” Lance shot out.

“Can we please not talk about Shiro!” Keith basically yelled out before realizing that the look on Lance’s face said that that wasn’t in his head like it was supposed to be.

“Um, um, I m-mean.”

“What’s wrong with Shiro?” Lance questioned.

“Nothing nothing…” there was a brief silence “… you do know he isn’t interested in you in ‘that way’ right?” Said Keith.

“Umm… yeah!” Said Lance in a tone that made it sound like Keith had pointed out that the ship that they were in looked like a lion.

“Why would he be.” Lance choked out disguised in a laugh.

“Let’s just say, you’re not very subtle,” Keith said flatly.

“Yeah well, you’re just jealous!” Lance snapped.

“Of…”

“Shiro and I’s friendship.”

“What are you talking about. We are like brothers, Shiro barely talks to you.”

“Yes, he does.”

“When?”

“A LOT, thank you very much!”

Keith let out another exasperated groan in annoyance.

He started yelling before he could even stop himself and register what was happening.

“WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME! WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT SHIRO LIKES ALLURA! HOW CAN YOU BE SO BLIND, WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I-”

“That you what?” Lance snapped.

“Agh, nevermind, I’m leaving.”

“How! We’re in the middle of space.”

“Red’ll get me.” He sighed.

Lance didn’t even try to stop him.

__________

Usually, when Keith was upset he would train, but he just didn’t have any energy left in him so he decided to go and sit in the Holodeck and space out for a while watching the stars and planets.

He sighed as he laid back on the tiled floor.

He had never lost it like that at Lance. So much for a friendship.

Keith didn’t even realize that he was crying until a tear rolled off the side of his face into his ear.

He just let them fall as he thought about Lance.

“Hey, are you okay?” He heard a familiar deep voice whisper.

“Yeah Shiro, I’m fine.” He wiped the tears off of his face.

“Come on, I don’t want to see my brother sad.” He tried to joke, still saying a good distance away from the teen on the floor.

“You heard all that, huh?” Keith said swallowing that lump that was gathering in his throat.

“Yeah, man, I didn’t know that I was that obvious around Allura.” He laughed.

Keith couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth at hearing that. He sat up and Shiro took a seat next to him.

“Well, you are.” Keith smiled smugly. “Thanks, Shiro.” He added seriously.

“Anytime, I just want to make sure that you are fine. You have been training a lot, missing meals, what was it you were about to say to Lance before you cut yourself off but the way. If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oh um… well, you see… I, I kind of… Li-like him. Lance. I like Lance.”

Keith stuttered.

“Bit late to the party there Keith we all figured it out. Well, Pidge told me cause she was worried about you.”

“Oh”

“Yeah”

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. Lance hates my guts.” Keith said as the tears welled up in his eyes again.

“Hey,” Shiro comforted “That’s not true.”

“Yes IT IS” he cried harder “he doesn’t even want to be in the same room as me! What did I even do to make him hate me! Why can’t he see that I like him? I- I LOVE HIM!”

Keith was a mess, sobbing and sniffling. Shiro engulfed him in a massive hug. “It’s okay Keith. There is no point thinking about it when you are this tired, you’ll only upset yourself more. Cover your face and I’ll walk you to your room, get some sleep, I’ll bring you food so that you don’t have to join us if you don’t want to.”

“Thanks, Shiro.”

____________

That night Keith laid on top of his blankets, staring at the roof, he could feel the hard object that was his blade under his pillow. It was pitch black in his room and he was far off sleeping.

All he could think about was Lance.

He was ready to give up on sleep when he heard a knock at the door.

Without moving, Keith yelled out. “Who is it?” Knowing that it was probably Shiro.

But boy was he wrong.

“Why didn’t you tell me!”

anonymous asked:

how'd you think even would propose to ikea? * cue heart eyes mushy

Even and ikea proposal huh? :P let’s see what I can do! This one has been in my inbox awhile… but I really do love it.

Tell me how ya’ll think a proposal would go down!

——-

“Babyyyy.”

Isak looks up from the Christmas tree where he had been stringing lights. “Hmm?”

Even fidgets from his place on the couch and Isak shoots him a look. Even never fidgets. He’s like the coolest person in the world and the coolest person remains fucking cool all the time. The only time Isak ever sees Even disheveled is when he’s having a bad day. Okay or when they’re having sex, but who can maintain a cool veneer when they’re struggling not to explode?

Eve clears his throat, and wow yes this is indeed a new development. “I was thinking.”

Isak grabs a Santa-shaped ornament and hung it just above a loop of bright Christmas light, “Always dangerous.”

“Yeah yeah, fuck you,” He turns back to his nervous boyfriend. Even took a breath, “I was thinking that we’ve been together for like- ever now.”

“4 years,” Isak mutters, grabbing another ornament (it was a homemade one that Even had made in his childhood. Of course, it was much prettier than anything Isak had ever attempted, damn him). “Not that I’m counting.”

“Yeah, 4 years. And I love you. So much. And, like, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Isak hides a grin into his shoulder, glancing back around to Even who’s staring at him with his fucking laser-beam stare. “I love you too.”

Even nods, like the words bring some kind of extra strength to him. Which is weird, because they’ve been saying that they loved each other for literally years now. Isak stiffens, fuck is he feeling an episode come on? Fuck, he thought they’d gotten the meds right the last time. It had been ages since they’d had a reoccurrence. Shit, Isak will have to switch some days around at work if he needs to take off.

Even smiles, “I can see your mind working.”

“Is everything okay?”

Isak grabs another ball to hang on the tree and Even’s assurance that everything is fine.

Behind him, Even clears his throat. “I know we agreed no presents until everyone got here, but do you see the red envelope? Open it.”

Curioser and curioser.

Neer one to say not to presents, Isak bends down, picking up the slim envelope and dragging his thumb under the flap to open it. Insider, there wasn’t a present at all. Just a piece of white paper that looked as if it had been folded and unfolded a couple of times.

The paper was split into two halves. Isak snorts at the call back to their ace methods of communication back in school. He reads on.

In this Universe, the first half headed.

The drawing was of Even and Isak, holding hands sitting on the couch and smiling with a Christmas tree in the background. They looked happy and content and everything Isak has wanted for them in the years since they’ve been together.

He moves on.

In Another Universe, the other side reads.

Isak felt his mouth go dry and knees go weak. He takes a startled breath and swallows.

The cartoon image was still of Isak and Even, but this time, Isak was standing- an elated expression on the little cartooned face.

And Even was on one knee in front of him, a little square box in his hand.

At the bottom of the second half: not all universes need to be different.

Slowly, like in a dream, Isak turned around.

And there Even was. On bended knee, looking nothing and everything  like the suave teenager he’s fallen in love with. Even shoots him a shy smile, opening his hand to see a little black leather box.

“Yes,” Isak says without hesistating.

Even opens his mouth and closes it, “You- uh- I had like a whole speech prepared.”

“Oh. Well by all means, just know that when you’re done, my answer is yes.”

Even faces splits, “That does lessen the pressure, I have to admit.” He takes a breath, “Isak. When I was 19, I saw you on the first day of school and I think I fell in love with you in that moment. You were the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen and I didn’t even look at boys like that, then. But then I got to know you, and you were everything I could have ever hoped for. You stood by me in the best of times and in the worst of times and you have never made me feel less than for being sick. It’s been a long time since school, baby, but I still look at you and see that brilliant boy in a snapback and hoodie and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. If that’s chill?”

“Oh my god,” Isak sniffs, trying to keep his eyes from filling with tears like a cheesy movie, “That’s chill.”

“Awesome. So, will you marry me?”

“Fucking- yes. Yes.”

Even stands up and slips a little gold band from the center of the box. He hold it up and waggles his eyebrows and fuck, Isak loves him so much. Isak holds out a shaking hand and when the band slips on perfectly, he immediately threads the hand in Even’s hair, pulling him down so that his lips can brush against his.

“I love you,” Isak says against Even’s lips, “this universe, next one, next one. I love you.”

Even brushes a hand over his cheek and kisses him again.

will you stay?

Originally posted by junqkookied

Type: drabble ; fluff ; slightly coated with angst

Length: 2.2k

A/N: @the-golden-jhope remember that one time when we talked about sleepy jungkook? yeah, so here’s a small gift for ur special day 💌



The faint sound of the soft rain hitting the glass windows pulls you out of your sweet trance, and though your eyelids are fluttering open, the rest of the muscles in your body cannot seem to stir up and move.

Lulled by the warmth and bliss of the moment, you long for sleep to take you back again. There are so much things to worry about today, and you are not ready to face any of them yet.

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anonymous asked:

how do you expect an encounter between evak and julian ??hahahahaha please write it please please, or julian watching from afar to isak. i trust you with all my heart and mind and soul and everything <3

hahahah this made me laugh out loud!!

I just imagine isak at the lunch table alone on his phone, waiting for the other boys or whatever on his phone and then all the sudden, a hand on his shoulder. He looks up, expecting Even, but is met with bright green eyes. 

“Hi, Isak.” Julian says shyly and Isak returns the greeting, glancing at his phone for texts from Even. “How are you?” And Isak will look again and be like, “I’m fine yeah… history is kicking my ass, how about you?” and they will go on for a few minutes, every now and then Isak glancing down at his phone and Julian will lean in a bit to try and recapture attention. But then they will get on a tangent about Call of Duty or video games or something and Isak will get really into the conversation and start gesturing with his hands and not really noticing the wide, lovestruck grin on Julian’s face.

But Even does, as he plops right on down next to Isak, “Halla.” He says, friendly enough to Julian, but with a bit of a glint in his eye. And Julian’s grin will dim a bit and Even will suddenly feel a bit like an asshole (but that doesn’t stop him from kissing Isak on the cheek in greeting.) So Even will try and engage Julian in a few seconds on conversation, eyebrows raising up at the quick glances Julian will keep stealing of Isak as he’s answering.

Finally it’s a bit much, so Even will sling an arm around Isak and stare his laser bean stare into Julian. And Julian will get the hint, wilting a bit, but smiling ruefully (bc fuck that dude and his friendly charisma and the fact he gets Isak.) “I’ll see you guys later.” So he gets up and heads out the cafeteria and sighs. Better luck next time, maybe? 

Wrapped Around Pt.2 (Usnavi x Reader)

Word Count: 3,765

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT

Authors Note: I’m sorry for terrible smut, this is my first go at it so feedback would be greatly apprecciated. I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU GUYS! LET ME KNOW HOW YOU THINK I DID! ILL BE IN HELL IF YOU NEED ME. KISSES.

Request: If requests are still open and you want to, I think something with jealous Usnavi could be cool. Maybe with some NSFW if you do it and feel like it works? Whatever is fine! I hope you have a lovely day/evening!

Part 1

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Your muscles stopped functioning, and you stood there with your mouth agape. You couldn’t believe how vulnerable you were last night.

“Y/N.” Usnavi opened his mouth. You slammed the door in his face, running to your shared bedroom. You pulled out a suitcase and began shoving all of your belongings into it. “Y/N, please.” Usnavi yelled through the door banging on it. Tears began to fall again, but you quickly wiped them and zipped up your suitcase. You yanked at your bag and opened the door to your apartment to reveal Usnavi still standing there. He had a spark of hope in his eyes before they traveled down to your suitcase. You pushed past him trying to get to the elevator. You pressed the elevator button when Usnavi grabbed your wrist. “Y/N, please let me explain.” he whined. “I’ve heard enough of you.” you stated firmly not turning to face him. “Y/N-” He began. “No. No. I’m tired of this. I’m tired of wondering how many times you’ve lied to me. Tired of worrying about Vanessa. Tired of you.” You spat at him as you pulled your arm from his grip. Fishing the apartment key from your back pocket, you threw it at him. You stepped to the elevator, and watched him as the doors of the elevator closed.Just when they closed, Usnavi made a run to hit the button once more and the doors reopened. He walked in, his eyes staring into yours. You didn’t know what he was doing until you felt his familiar lips against yours and his arms snaking around your waist. You had to use all of your strength to not kiss him back. You slightly pushed him off. “Y/N, please. I didn’t mean anything I said yesterday. I love you. You, Y/N. not anybody else.” he declared confidently, but his eyes were silently pleading you to believe him. You looked down at the dirty floor of the elevator. “I need time.” you whispered, pushing him out of the elevator. The doors began to close once more, and he stood there shock all over his face.  If it was even possible, your heart broke even more when the doors shut, and the elevator began to descend.

You knocked a few times on the door when Benny finally opened the door. “Hey Y/N, ho-” he stopped mid sentence when he saw you. You just gave him a look, and he moved aside allowing you to come in. “Are you ok?” Benny cautiously asked. “Fine.” you replied stiffly settling into the couch. “It’s not fine if you’re here and not at home with Usnavi.” He reasoned. “I just need time to think.” You breathed out closing your eyes. “Well you’ll have the whole apartment to yourself, I have to head to work.” he said, fixing his tie. “Sounds great.” you sang, lying down and curling your legs to your chest. “I think you meant ‘Wow thanks Benny’” he said sarcastically. You glared at him, and he put his hands up in surrender before leaving the apartment. And there you were. Alone with your thoughts. It was then when it hit you. You had lost Usnavi because of your actions.

Benny walked into the bodega only to see Usnavi at the counter looking like a mess. He was still wearing the same thing from last night. “Bro, what happened?” Benny asked making his way to the counter with his milkyway. “Nothing.” Usnavi mumbled, pouring his coffee and checking out his items. “Well, I just wanted to let you know that Y/N is at mine if you need her.” Benny said walking out of the bodega leaving Usnavi to stare lasers through his back. Usnavi punched the counter with rage. Why did he have to be so stupid? Why was he so jealous? He quickly flinched back to see his red knuckles. Frustrated, he pulled of his cap and ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t have anyone to blame. He had lost you because of his actions.

You were sound asleep when someone jerked you awake. Your eyes shot open to see Benny standing there. It was dark out and you hadn’t moved since he left. “Please don’t tell me you’ve been lying here all day.” He nagged. “Sorry bud, I don’t like to lie.” you rasped, your voice groggy. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, stretching your arms. “Well get up because we’re going out.” he said. You gave a sarcastic laugh before lying back down. That was when Benny grabbed your arm and yanked you up. You gave a startled grunt before massaging your shoulder joint. “I literally just broke up with my long time boyfriend and you’re making me go out?” you raised an eyebrow. “Girls stay in and eat and gossip.” you mutter. “Well I guess you should’ve thought of that before befriending me because last time I checked I was a guy.” Benny responded, loosening his tie. You rolled your eyes and tried to lie back down when Benny threw his bunched up tie at you. “Pleaassee.” He begged giving you puppy dog eyes. “No.” you said, fluffing the couch cushion. “You owe me.” he grinned, crossing his arms. “Oh really?” you said lying back down. “Remember that time I walked in on you and Usnavi getting it on in the back room?” he began when your face flushed red at the memory. You jerked up and gave him wide eyes. “And I promised not to tell Sonny?” he was smirking now. “Ok, ok, ok. Stop right there. I’ll go.” you said making a beeline to your bag. Benny just laughed, and you smacked his arm before walking into the bathroom to change.

You dug around your suitcase and sighed. Of course out of all of your dresses, the only one in your bag was the skin tight tube dress you wore when you were in high school. You lifted it from its place and lifted it to your body. ‘Maybe it’ll fit.’ you thought as you squeezed the bright blue spandex onto your hips. 5 minutes of fiddling with the zipper, you were sucked into the dress. You turned to look in the mirror and were pleasantly surprised. You ran your hands along your hips and smiled, it fit better than you had remembered. You turned on the tap and splashed water on your face before digging into your makeup bag. 10 more minutes in the bathroom you stepped out and walked in front of Benny. He looked up at you and gave a whistle, and you smiled and gave him a 360. “Damn Y/N. I haven’t seen you wear that since high school.” he motioned to the blue dress. “It’s cause I haven’t.” you said running your hand over the fabric. “You should wear it more often. You look hot.” he said linking arms with you. You choked and looked up at him. “In the most friend way possible.” he blushed. You laughed and leaned into him, walking out of the apartment.

“Dude, you’re going out again?” Sonny questioned Usnavi as he was getting ready to close. “Well, I just lost my girlfriend. The only thing that could make this situation better is if I just forget about it.” He said locking the doors. “Just- be careful.” Sonny said patting Usnavi’s back. “And don’t go kissing Vanessa or some shit like that.” he said. “Where did you hear that?” Usnavi fretted. “I heard from the salon ladies.” he replied, finger gunning Usnavi. Usnavi just buried his head in his hands and headed to the bar. He desperately needed a drink.

You stood at the bar next to Benny enjoying yourself. It was true, you hadn’t gone out in a while, and maybe the way boys handled breakups was just as useful as the way your girl friends did. “Having a good time?” Benny asked in your ear. You eagerly nodded when your eyes landed on Usnavi. He was staring right at you and you quickly turned away. You leaned into Benny. “He’s here. You knew he’d be here. Is that why you brought me here?” you said pissed. “What?” he exclaimed before looking to see Usnavi himself. Usnavi clenched his drink in his hand. You ‘needed time’. He scoffed. Yeah, you needed time with Benny. You saw him give the stink eye to Benny when he leaned into your ear and you smirked. You put your hand on Benny’s face when he went to talk. “What are you doing?” Benny whispered. “Just go with it.” you hissed back moving your head slightly so that his lips ghosted yours. You turned to look at Usnavi who was now visibly irritated and batted your eyelashes innocently. You grabbed Benny’s hand and led him into the dance floor, you felt Usnavi’s eyes follow you two. You and Benny stood in an open area of the dance floor and you placed his hands on your hips. “Y/N?” He said confused, moving his head to your ear. You looked up at Usnavi whose knuckles were white from clenching his drink too hard. “Follow my lead.” you said turning around and leaning your head back so it was on Benny’s chest. You slowly began to sway your hips and he moved with you. He was a much better dancer than Usnavi. Cautiously you began to grind on him and he just gripped your hips harder. You looked to where Usnavi was sitting and saw him with his jaw on the floor. You raised an eyebrow and gave him a smirk. A ‘what are you gonna do about it?’ look on your face. You closed your eyes and continued to dance. When you opened them to give Usnavi another shit eating grin he wasn’t there anymore. You stopped dancing and began looking around when you felt someone grab your arm and drag you from the dance floor. Before you had any say you were dragged all the way out of the club to the sidewalk where you finally got a good look at the person. You were taken aback when you realized it was Usnavi who was desperately trying to hail a taxi. He looked just as tense up close and when he finally managed to get a taxi, he pushed you into the back seat sitting next to you. You looked up at him to see that he was the one smirking now. “Bad idea babe.” he whispered in your ear causing goosebumps to travel down your body. You would be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to what he was going to do. Yours and Usnavi’s sex life was usually vanilla, you didn’t know what a shot of alcohol and jealousy would do. His hand landed on your thigh and gripped at your skin. You couldn’t help but feel your heart jump at his touch. His hand slowly inched up to where your skin met the blue spandex. You tensed unsure if he was going to go further. You two were interrupted when the taxi came to a halt in front of the familiar apartment complex. You tried your best to hide your disappointment as Usnavi paid and got out of the taxi pulling you out with him. His hand was around your waist tightly, dragging you into the elevator. Once the elevator doors closed he pushed you against the wall and buried his head in your neck, his lips beginning to suck at your skin causing a gasp to escape your throat. The elevator doors opened at your floor and you two tumbled out. Usnavi frantically digging in his pocket to find the key.

The door flung open, and you trailed behind Usnavi and turned around to close the door when you felt him press up behind you. He moved his head so that his mouth was against your ear. “You need time huh?” he said, beginning to bite at your earlobe. You let out a shuddering breath and gulped. “I’ll give you time babe. A good time” he said before moving his lips to your jawline leaving sloppy kisses all the way down to your neck. His hands found the zipper at the back of your dress and quickly unzipped it. He stepped back so you could shimmy your way out of it, leaving you in only your underwear, having gone bra less. You turned around so you were facing him, and his eyes began to roam all over your body before landing on your breasts. He stepped to you once more and he pressed you up against the door. You slightly jumped and hooked your legs around him and he wrapped his arms around your bare thighs. He carried you all the way to the bed and set you down. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Usnavi approach  carefully. You slightly bent your legs and opened them, looking at Usnavi through your eyelashes. He hooked his fingers on your underwear and quickly slid them down leaving you completely exposed. His mouth found yours once more but left quickly finding your neck. He dragged a finger through your folds and you let out a frustrated moan. “What was that?” he taunted, his fingers teasing at your entrance. “P-please.” you whimpered, your hips bucked the slightest and he slid in two fingers. A satisfied groan left your lips as you threw your head back. He began to pump his fingers in and out of you still kissing your neck. His thumb began to rub circles over your clit. “U-Usnavi.” you moaned at the new feeling. “You like that babe?” He cooed beginning to rub faster. Your eyes shut and you nodded your head. “Shit. oh god. Usnavi.” you warned him, your legs beginning to shake involuntarily. He curled his fingers inside you and you let out a strangled groan, pleasure spreading through you. “Oh my god. U- Usnavi. I… so close-”  you managed parts of your sentence before he quickly pulled out his fingers leaving you hanging. You opened your eyes to look at him only to see him sucking on his fingers. Damn where was this Usnavi when you were with him? You used your finger to hook it onto his shirt collar and bring him up to you. He looked at you mesmerized, moving closer to you. You quickly tore off his shirt and traced your fingertips all the way down to the top of his pants. He got the memo and got off the bed to slip them off, along with his boxers. He eagerly made his way on top of you again, and you giggled at his excitement. He blushed deeply before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulling him in so that your lips met his. He quickly deepened the kiss and you moved your hand dangerously low on his stomach. You used your hand and wrapped around his length and slowly began to pump. He moaned into the kiss, and you smiled pumping faster. He broke the kiss and tore away from your grasp. He leaned over you to the bedside table and fumbled around the drawer and pulled out a condom. Instead of putting it on himself like always, he handed it to you. You looked at him questioningly. “Come on Y/N. Put it on for me.” he dared, his brown eyes had a look of lust you had never seen. You opened the foil and slowly rolled it on to him and watched as he threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent moan. You pumped him a few more times for good measure but also to see him in a state of pure pleasure. He pushed you back on the bed and you laid there, excitement bubbling in your core. His tip teased at your entrance and his hand moved down and began rubbing at your clit. “How do you feel babe?” he asked looking at you. You held his gaze blushing, trying your best not to let any embarrassing noises escape your lips. “So- o- good.” you quavered, biting your lip again. “Yeah?” he questioned beginning to rub in a different direction which made you take a sharp inhale, his tip still teasing you. You nodded closing your eyes. “Look at me.” he commanded and he stopped rubbing you. You opened your eyes and looked into his, and he began to slowly rub at your clit again. This time you couldn’t stop yourself when an embarrassing moan escaped your lips. You blushed deep red, still unable to tear your eyes from Usnavi’s because of the pleasure he was causing. “There it is.” Usnavi cooed rubbing faster now. Your rocky exhale caused another plethora of sounds to escape your mouth, revealing how much you were enjoying this. Usnavi smiled and pushed into you without warning causing you to cry out. “Shit, you’re so tight.” he murmured in your ear as he began to move. You hooked your legs together, wrapping around his torso. “I love you so much, I hope you know that.” He panted, quickening his pace. You groaned and looked at him, “I love y-o-oohhh” you yelped when he hit the spot. His pace gradually got quicker and he continually hit your sweet spot, and every time an obscure noise would flood the room. “Uuusnaviii.” you moaned shakily, your muscles beginning to tighten. “I’m gonna-” You tried talking, one hand scratching his back and another grabbing at the sheets. “No.” he said, his pace not slowing. “Please, please. Oh my god. U-snavi please.” you begged, your body not listening to his command. “Whose girl are you?” he grunted getting close himself. “Yours.” you cried out feeling your orgasm blooming. “Whose?” He questioned again. “Yours- yours! Usnavi’s” you exclaimed unsure how long you were going to be able to keep yourself from coming. “That’s right baby. Come for me.” He purred and you obliged falling over the edge pulling on his hair and moaning his name repeatedly. Usnavi bit into your shoulder as he released into the condom, but he continued to thrust into you through your orgasm. Your hips spasmed and you gasped for air, seeing stars.

He pulled out of you and got out of bed, discarding the condom. When he returned he made his way back into the bed with you. You were facing out and when you felt Usnavi’s body weight on the bed you turned to face him. His face turned red as the both of you realized what you had just done. “That was…” you began unable to find words for what had just happened. “Yeah.” Usnavi said still flushed. “Listen it was a mistake.” you said shifting to get out of bed. Usnavi’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back on the mattress. “Don’t say that.” he said, using his hand to move a strand of hair from your face. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I needed time and here I am again.” you said to yourself, burying your face in your hands. You pried yourself from his grip and got off of the bed. Usnavi quickly got up, following behind you. “Y/N please. I made a mistake. I didn’t mean anything I said last night. You have to believe me.” he said trying to get you to look at him. You ignored him and tried to zip your dress up. “Y/N-” “Usnavi. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed time.” you said once you got your dress on. You slipped on your shoes and headed for the door. “Wait.” he urged as he headed to the coffee table to grab something. He made his way over to you and handed you the apartment key you had thrown at him earlier. “I don’t care if you break up with me, get back with me, just want to be friends, or whatever. I just know I at least need you in my life.” you grasped the key tightly in your hand. “Y/N whatever happens to us. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you because I need you and I love you. I love you more than anything in this world.” you froze at his words and a  tear escaped from your eyes. Usnavi’s hand went to wipe it away. You quickly turned to the door again. “I-I need to go.” you stuttered before running out of his apartment.

Usnavi stirred from his sleep when he felt something poke him. He felt something on top of him, something against his lips. He returned the gesture before shooting his eyes open realizing what was happening. You sat there straddling him a smile playing on your lips. “Good morning.” you said getting off of him. “Y/N?” he stuttered out blushing. “Oh stop blushing, do I need to remind you what we did on this very bed last night?” you teased. “Why-why are you here?” he said rubbing his eyes making sure you were actually there. “I came back late last night, but you were already sleeping.” you said fiddling with the hem of your t shirt. His eyes moved around the room to see your suitcase open in the room. “You came back?” he whispered more to himself than to you. You nodded, looking at him. “I realized that I love you. I trusted you but you broke my trust Usnavi. But everyone deserves a second chance. Especially if this kind of love is once in a lifetime, I don’t want to miss it.” you gave him a half smile. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I hurt you and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to live with myself knowing that.” he said looking at the white sheets. “Hey, it’s ok.” you said cupping his face so he would look at you. “I promise I won’t hurt you again.” he said sticking out his pinky. You laughed at this gesture but returned your pinky. “And I promise I won’t get so jealous.” he said rubbing his neck. “No, I don’t want that.” you said smirking. “But if I hadn’t gotten jealous of Benny I wouldn’t have-” “If you hadn’t gotten jealous we wouldn’t have had great sex last night.” you finished for him smirking. His face flushed a deep red and he forced out a laugh. “Y/N, you have me wrapped around your finger.” he said giving into you. You laughed. “If you only knew the power you had over me Usnavi.” you sighed leaning into him, appreciating his presence.

Strike Two (Part 9 of Curve Ball)

Originally posted by he-is-the-best-part-of-me

Summary: An accidental collision. Lucky shoes. Baseball lessons. As much as they might try to deny it, fate seemed to be working to bring Derek and Y/N together. But being in each other’s lives could prove to be more complicated than either one of them bargained for.

Author’s Note: FINALLY! It is here, y’all!!! I know it has been an eternity since I updated this series, but it is finally written and I couldn’t love this part more. I really hope you guys like it, please let me know! Meanwhile, enjoy ;)

As always, a HUGE thank you to my co-pilot on this series, @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales!!! She is so amazing to work with and always such great ideas!!! I can’t even say thanks enough <3

Warnings: Language; a lot of feels

Tags: @wheresthekillswitch, @urwarriorangel, @palaiasaurus64, @melanie451, @houseofrahl, @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one, @splashofbi, @livinglife-dsa, @miaforeverblue

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“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Stiles’ voice broke me out of my stare and I slowly turned my head to look at him, eyes wide and lips sucked between my teeth as I grunted out a ‘hm?’ He blinked at me several times before averting his gaze to the spot I was so tethered to only moment ago.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “I’ve just been…distracted.”

“I’ll say,” he snorts, earning a glare. “What’s up with you lately?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

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Spock and Uhura - “trying to avoid the appearance of favoritism.”
Zachary Quinto
Spock and Uhura - “trying to avoid the appearance of favoritism.”

Farragut? she thought. She’d heard right, but that didn’t make it right. Straining to see over the heads of her fellow cadets, she finally found who she was looking for and broke from the crowd.
Noting the look in her eyes, more than one person hurried to get out of her way.
Spock was conferring with several other officers and did not notice her approach. She waited impatiently for the conference to finish. Waited, in fact, exactly one minute. No doubt the Vulcan would have appreciated the precision, but Uhura had no intention of alluding to it.
“Commander—a word? If you can spare me some time?“

Their eyes met and he favored his fellow officers with a slight nod. “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me for a moment.”  Commander and cadet moved off to one side. Spock’s stance was wholly professional.
“Yes, Lieutenant?”

Her tone was even and controlled, but there was fire in her eyes.
“Was I not one of your top students?”
“Indeed you were,” he replied without hesitation.
“Did I not receive a gold rating for xenolinguistic skills in all categories, from constructive verbalizations to click, whistle, and atmospheric manipulations of all kinds, giving the Academy first place over Kyoto and MIT at the Oxford Linguistics Invitational?” 
“An exceptional achievement, to be su—”
Heedless of his superior rank, she interrupted him without so much as a raised hand. “And did I not, on multiple occasions, make it clear that my dream and the reason behind four years of hard work was to serve on the Enterprise?”
“Vociferously and repeatedly, perhaps even to the point of obsession,” he admitted. “Your ability to communicate in that regard was the equal of any of your classroom efforts.

Uhura took a step forward. Anyone other than Spock might have found the movement threatening.
“And yet I was assigned to the Farragut?”

Time hung suspended between them.
Viewing the confrontation from afar, a neutral observer might reasonably have expected the Vulcan commander to upbraid the aggressive cadet, not only for her increasingly aggressive tone but for perceptibly intruding on a superior officer’s personal space. The actual consequences were rather different.
Spock looked away. It was impossible to tell if he did so to avoid the cadet’s laser-like stare—or to see if anyone was watching. His voice also changed, its tenor becoming a touch less professional, a tad less…Vulcan. His reply clearly indicated concern for the agitated young woman standing before him. Concern—and possibly, just possibly, something more.
One couldn’t tell from the actual words he spoke, of course.
“I was simply,” he murmured low enough so that no one else could possibly overhear, “trying to avoid the appearance of favoritism.”

She advanced another step, which put her not quite inside his uniform, but close. “Uh-huh.”
Fiery eyes dropped to the readout sheet he was holding. The gap remaining between them was barely wide enough for him to hold the thin sheet of radiant plastic without crumpling.
“A simple entry mistake by Personnel. Happens all the time. Anyone would understand. I’m on the Enterprise.”

Their eyes held for a long moment. Without further comment he let his gaze drop to his readout. One finger moved against the touch-sensitive material.
“Yes, I believe you are.”
A thin smile crossed her face as she nodded, pivoted smartly on one heel, and stalked off to see to the transfer of her personal effects. Commander Spock watched her go, his gaze following her for longer than was necessary before returning to the essential work at hand.

anonymous asked:

Hope that my ask would be rather bothersome, but Elgang (all job) members with college hcs? like, their department and years of studying there. Sorry if my English isn't good ><

((I combined the two because I feel like they go hand in hand!))

Lord Knight has been diligently working for four years, hoping to get into law school.

Rune Slayer floats in and out of college. He doesn’t really know what he wants to do, but he’s got a lot to catch up on.

Infinity Sword got college over with ASAP. He works in a shop fixing motorcycles now.

Elemental Master is working towards her PhD in Biochemistry. She doesn’t have much time to do anything else.

Void Princess is done with school. She works part-time as a tour guide and volunteers at the local animal shelter on weekends.

Dimension Witch majored in dance and drama, and is now working to get a certification in education. She hopes to open her own studio someday.

Grand Archer has graduated from the Life Sciences program. She works part-time at the animal shelter.

Wind Sneaker is in medical school, but it doesn’t stop her from taking the most mundane online classes in her free time.

Night Watcher has graduated with a degree in business, and has settled down in a 9-to-5 office job.

Blade Master is hoping to become a teacher, though he hasn’t decided what kind of teacher yet.

Reckless Fist owns an auto shop. Where Infinity Sword does the motorcycles, he deals with the big trucks.

Veteran Commander works at a library, reshelving books. He volunteers at the rehab centre.

Code: Empress graduated top of her class, having inherited the massive Nasod Inc. and is now a successful businesswoman.

Code: Nemesis is a lawyer of steel. There is no getting past her. She has never lost a case.

Code: Battle Seraph is still working on her PhD in Atomic and Laser Physics. She’s been staring at her calculations for so long that she’s lost all sense of emotion.

Iron Paladin is also hoping to become a teacher, preferably a math teacher, or maybe a music teacher.

Deadly Chaser is considering going to law school, though he has some ideas of going into design.

Tactical Trooper is studying architecture at a prestigious school. It’s hard to manage, but he has coffee on his side.

Sakra Devanam is a philosophy teacher in a religious school. She hasn’t even been there for three years and yet she’s already department head.

Yama Raja is a bartender at who knows where. Rumour has is she got kicked out of college for murdering a man.

Asura works odd hours, teaching kids her native language(presumably either Chinese or Korean) after school or on weekends. It doesn’t pay a lot, but she manages.

Grand Master is a stern but fun-loving English teacher in a high school. It’s her second year, but she has a dual reputation as being fun… But also merciless.

Blazing Heart is working in a non-profit organization to bring food and water to poverty-striken nations.

Crimson Avenger is a policewoman. She’s quiet and only says what she needs to. No one struggles against her piercing gaze.

Mastermind has a toystore… That expanded into a successful retail chain. He’s not too sure what to do with all this money. He just makes toys.

Lunatic Psyker has been working part time at a karate dojo. It helps him clear his mind. He also works at a grocery store as a cashier.

Diabolic Esper is working towards his PhD in quantum physics, but he makes time to visit the orphanage on weekends.

Noblesse attends a private school for girls. She intends to major in business, to continue the Abbadon family name.

Chiliarch attends a public high school. She’s torn between becoming a professional wrestler(not likely) and working at Dreadlord’s bakery(more than likely).

Diabla toggles between high school and her extracurriculars. She does taekwondo semi-professionally and paints in her free time.

Royal Guard was a conductor in a grand symphony, being able to play ten instruments himself. He now tutors Noblesse in piano.

Dreadlord was a piano teacher once, but has abandoned that life to open his own bakery. He spends a year learning at Le Cordon Bleu.

Demonio was a violinist, but due to an accident with his hands he’s stopped. He tends to his garden and ferries Diabla to and from taekwondo.

Storm Trooper started out as a psychology major but now works in a glassblowing workshop. Hey, at least it pays alright.

Crimson Rose is in residency to become a surgeon. She’s been studying for nearly twelve years, and it’s going to break her at this rate.

Freyja started working as a hairdresser when she was fifteen, and she’s been there since. She takes an online interior design course on the side.

Optimus got kicked out of electrical engineering for insulting a professor. She’s now a technological whizz, creating robots and increasingly complex AI.

Arme Thaumaturgy has his degree in theology, and teaches at the same school Sakra Devanam is at. He’s still pissed that she’s department head.

Erbluhen Emotion teaches music at a public school, in addition to conducting the school’s band. They’ve gone to competitions all over the world.

Apostasia is an author. He writes YA novels in the dark, most of which are based off his dreams. no Ceae doesn’t do that with her dreams what dreams do you speak of

anonymous asked:

My aesthetic: isak blossoming into the drama queen we all knew he was deep down inside. Can you imagine how sassy he is with even?? I'M SO PROUD

Anon: omg poor even having to deal with diva isak 24/7 and just getting sassed and roasted all the time. he loves it though

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THAT LOOK THOUGH. the little shake of the head and unblinking eyes and Isak just… being so sassy ton Even with levels him with his laser beam stare and it’s a battle of the wills. It’s constant sass between the two of them and you cannot tell me otherwise. 

And Isak may be louder of the two of them, but every now and then Even will get out this just, perfectly timed out sassy comment and Isak will just pause and cede the battle to Even, because damn him.

Lilacs Pt.2 (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 1,145

Warnings: Implied smut, FLUUUFFFF

Authors Note: SURPRISE!!!! I was supposed to work on a Herc x Reader but I just could not put this on the back burner so I just churned this out! Lucky you, two fics in one day!!! This is actually complete fluff after about half way through. I’m surprised I could write this without putting any angst in it. hope you enjoy!! MESSAGE ME YOUR FEEDBACK, REQUESTS, ANYTHING YOU WANT. I LOVE YOU GUYS SOOOO MUCHHHHH!

Request: Lilacs part2!!!!!!! Loved part 1!! Great job!!

Part 1

Masterlist

Today was the day. You were getting married. Truthfully, you didn’t know if you were ready, it all felt rushed. Your mother adjusted your veil in the mirror and gave you a smile. You did your best to return a half smile. Your maid of honor came in with a small white envelope in her hands. “Here, your lover wanted me to give this to you.” She said handing the envelope to you. It was all white but your name written in black ink. “We’ll give you some time.” your mother said ushering out the other girls from your room. You opened it and ready every line carefully. You were on the verge of tears, and tried hard not to cry because of your makeup. You looked up at yourself in the mirror. It was at this time, you knew you had made the right decision. From this point to the ceremony was a blur. Before you knew it you were walking down the aisle next to your father. You walked up, and looked at your to-be-husband for the first time in 24 hours. He looked extremely dashing. Getting lost in his eyes, all of your nervousness melted away. The pastor began the vows.

“Do you Y/N take Lin Manuel Miranda to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You looked down at your bouquet of purple lilacs and looked up to meet Lin’s eyes.

“I do.”

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Lin’s note to Y/N

I always knew your favorite flowers were lilacs, but I never took it upon myself to ask why. Lilacs are the flowers of first love. That is what you are. My first love. My last love. My only love. Not everybody is lucky that their first love is their last, or their first love is their only but I was. I do not know what I did to deserve you, but I promise to remember how lucky I am to have you. You, Y/N, are my lilac.

X Lin.

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One month later….

After marriage and the honeymoon phase, everything settled back to normal. Lin worked hard every day, and you began to work overtime to get the promotion you had been dreaming of. Both of you were workaholics, and were practically married to your work now rather than each other. One day you were in depth typing away a new article when Lin slammed his hands on the table. “That’s it, that’s enough. We never spend time together anymore.” he whined, pouting his lip at you causing you to laugh. “Well, you’re always working.” you said refocusing on your laptop. “Well, so are you.” He said pointing at your laptop. You sighed before closing it, putting your hands up in surrender. “What do you want to do?” you asked him, still sitting on the couch. “Gardening?” Lin suggested. You couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. “You do realize we live in New York City right? The last time I saw dirt was probably online” you said still laughing and snorting occasionally. Lin grumpily sat back down in his chair putting on his headphones in defeat. The next day you came home at your usual time. “Lin?” you called into your empty apartment. ‘Huh?’ you thought. Lin was usually home before you. You settled your bag on the table and began to raid through the pantry for a snack when the door to your apartment swung open. There was Lin with an indoor garden. “Oh my god. You actually did it.” you said slightly amused watching your husband drag in the indoor garden, slightly struggling. “Well don’t just stand there, help me.” he said getting frustrated. You groaned and made your way over to him. “Didn’t you say you would never forget how lucky you are to have me? And now you’re making me do manual labor?” you gasped joking with him. “God you were so much more tolerable when we were dating.” He joked back. You two both got the garden set up by a window when he walked over to a plastic bag. “I also bought the first thing we should plant.” he said pulling out a pack of seeds for lilacs. You two had surprisingly bonded a lot though the indoor garden. You made time to water the plants and eagerly await for them to grow. One Saturday morning you woke up to an empty bed. You walked outside of your bedroom to see Lin staring lasers into the plants. “I don’t think they’ll grow any faster if you stare at them.” you said catching Lin’s attention. He laughed softly. “Worth a shot.” he said heading to the kitchen to fetch the watering cans. He filled both of them, and returned to the indoor garden handing you a can. “I think you’re watering it too much.” you said observing him. “No, I’m doing what the instructions said.” he replied still not moving his eyes from the unsprouted lilacs. This was when a funny idea popped into your head. You raised your watering can on top of Lin and poured some water on him. He slowly turned to you, you began to giggle uncontrollably. “Oh you’re on!” he said pouring water over you as well. Both of you acted like you were kids, pouring water over each other. The fight quickly ended when the cans ran out of water. Both of you were drenched and your white sleep shirt stuck to your body, Lin definitely noticed. His eyes roamed up and down your body. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you taunted moving closer to Lin and pretending to pose. “I think I have some better ideas than a picture.” Lin replied pulling you closer by your waist, his eyes never leaving your body.

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You had got home early to surprise Lin, and boy was it a surprise. You got nervous just thinking about telling him. You, however, weren’t given much time to think as Lin walked in the door. “Y/N? You’re home early.” he said giving you a peck on your temple. “I bought some new seeds for the indoor garden.” you said handing him a packet of white lilacs. “More lilacs? We already planted a whole bunch of them.” he replied looking at the packet of seeds. “Yeah, but they’re white. They mean young innocence, and I thought we should add them to our plant family if we’re adding to our real family.” you said slowly looking up at him. “Are- are you…” Lin stuttered catching on to what you said “Pregnant?” he finally finished, you nodded slowly smiling at him. He swooped down and twirled you around the living room. “I’m gonna be a dad!” Lin exclaimed still holding you up. “I’m so glad you’re happy.” you said when he put you down. “I’m so glad you’re mine.” he replied, putting a hand on your stomach.

wow it’s been literal months but i finally have more blind!dean au for you guys. here’s part one two and three, thanks for reading and stuff!!!~~~~


They ended up in a park somehow. Castiel didn’t even know how long they had been walking for, all he knew was that he didn’t want this to end. He was more intrigued by Dean than ever.

“So what’s your story, Cas?” Dean asked, his cane moving back and forth in front of him. The question startled Castiel, because, well… What was his story?

“There’s not much to tell, really.” Cas shrugged. “I make coffee for people, mostly.” And wow, how upsetting was that?

“Nah,” Dean shook his head, that damn smirk on his face again. He couldn’t seem to contain it, and Castiel didn’t dare hope that it was because of him. “There’s definitely more to you than meets the eye.” And he waggled his eyebrows when he said that, forcing a small choke of laughter from Castiel. Dean just smiled bigger. It reminded Castiel of the sun, so bright and warm, enveloping him completely.

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anonymous asked:

In a modern day au how would elgang know one another?

We’ve already done a comprehensive modern day AU!  It’s right here~

Lord Knight has been diligently working for four years, hoping to get into law school.

Rune Slayer floats in and out of college. He doesn’t really know what he wants to do, but he’s got a lot to catch up on.

Infinity Sword got college over with ASAP. He works in a shop fixing motorcycles now.

Elemental Master is working towards her PhD in Biochemistry. She doesn’t have much time to do anything else.

Void Princess is done with school. She works part-time as a tour guide and volunteers at the local animal shelter on weekends.

Dimension Witch majored in dance and drama, and is now working to get a certification in education. She hopes to open her own studio someday.

Grand Archer has graduated from the Life Sciences program. She works part-time at the animal shelter.

Wind Sneaker is in medical school, but it doesn’t stop her from taking the most mundane online classes in her free time.

Night Watcher has graduated with a degree in business, and has settled down in a 9-to-5 office job.

Blade Master is hoping to become a teacher, though he hasn’t decided what kind of teacher yet.

Reckless Fist owns an auto shop. Where Infinity Sword does the motorcycles, he deals with the big trucks.

Veteran Commander works at a library, reshelving books. He volunteers at the rehab centre.

Code: Empress graduated top of her class, having inherited the massive Nasod Inc. and is now a successful businesswoman.

Code: Nemesis is a lawyer of steel. There is no getting past her. She has never lost a case.

Code: Battle Seraph is still working on her PhD in Atomic and Laser Physics. She’s been staring at her calculations for so long that she’s lost all sense of emotion.

Iron Paladin is also hoping to become a teacher, preferably a math teacher, or maybe a music teacher.

Deadly Chaser is considering going to law school, though he has some ideas of going into design.

Tactical Trooper is studying architecture at a prestigious school. It’s hard to manage, but he has coffee on his side.

Sakra Devanam is a philosophy teacher in a religious school. She hasn’t even been there for three years and yet she’s already department head.

Yama Raja is a bartender at who knows where. Rumour has is she got kicked out of college for murdering a man.

Asura works odd hours, teaching kids her native language(presumably either Chinese or Korean) after school or on weekends. It doesn’t pay a lot, but she manages.

Grand Master is a stern but fun-loving English teacher in a high school. It’s her second year, but she has a dual reputation as being fun… But also merciless.

Blazing Heart is working in a non-profit organization to bring food and water to poverty-striken nations.

Crimson Avenger is a policewoman. She’s quiet and only says what she needs to. No one struggles against her piercing gaze.

Mastermind has a toystore… That expanded into a successful retail chain. He’s not too sure what to do with all this money. He just makes toys.

Lunatic Psyker has been working part time at a karate dojo. It helps him clear his mind. He also works at a grocery store as a cashier.

Diabolic Esper is working towards his PhD in quantum physics, but he makes time to visit the orphanage on weekends.

Noblesse attends a private school for girls. She intends to major in business, to continue the Abbadon family name.

Chiliarch attends a public high school. She’s torn between becoming a professional wrestler(not likely) and working at Dreadlord’s bakery(more than likely).

Diabla toggles between high school and her extracurriculars. She does taekwondo semi-professionally and paints in her free time.

Royal Guard was a conductor in a grand symphony, being able to play ten instruments himself. He now tutors Noblesse in piano.

Dreadlord was a piano teacher once, but has abandoned that life to open his own bakery. He spends a year learning at Le Cordon Bleu.

Demonio was a violinist, but due to an accident with his hands he’s stopped. He tends to his garden and ferries Diabla to and from taekwondo.

Storm Trooper started out as a psychology major but now works in a glassblowing workshop. Hey, at least it pays alright.

Crimson Rose is in residency to become a surgeon. She’s been studying for nearly twelve years, and it’s going to break her at this rate.

Freyja started working as a hairdresser when she was fifteen, and she’s been there since. She takes an online interior design course on the side.

Optimus got kicked out of electrical engineering for insulting a professor. She’s now a technological whizz, creating robots and increasingly complex AI.

Arme Thaumaturgy has his degree in theology, and teaches at the same school Sakra Devanam is at. He’s still pissed that she’s department head.

Erbluhen Emotion teaches music at a public school, in addition to conducting the school’s band. They’ve gone to competitions all over the world.

Apostasia is an author. He writes YA novels in the dark, most of which are based off his dreams. no Ceae doesn’t do that with her dreams what dreams do you speak of

Extra Company - Kamunami

After School

Nagito: “Nanami-san, are you hanging out with Kamukura-kun today?”

Chiaki: “Yeah, we’re going to go to the arcade.” *feels pumped* “We’re going to play laser tag together.”

Nagito: “Sounds like fun.”

Chiaki: *nods* “We’re so gonna own everyone. They won’t know what hit them.” *laughs and waves goodbye* “See you tomorrow.” *about to leave*

Nagito: “Wait, Nanami-san!”

Chiaki: “Hmm?” *stops*

Nagito: “Could I… possibly join you two?”

Chiaki: *surprised* “You want to come with us?”

Nagito: “I know trash like me couldn’t compare to the hope that exists in the both of you, but the thought of watching you two give your very best while further developing your relationship makes me-”

Chiaki: “Okay, you can come. Just keep it cool, okay?”

Nagito: *laughs* “Will do.”  

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A Hard Heart To Win (Part 5)

They enter the restaurant, and Tony looks around the entrance. It isn’t flashy at all, not decorated ostentatiously, but also not drab and dull. It’s a nice place, all in all, but not the type of place one would expect a King to frequent.

Jarvis takes the lead, moving to the hostess and asking, “We are here for the-”

“Mr. Carbonell,” a familiar voice calls, and they turn to see one of the Dora Milaje, Okoye, striding toward them. She nods to Tony, and then to Jarvis, who holds out a hand and says, “I’m Edwin Jarvis, Mr. Carbonell’s caretaker.”

Okoye reaches out to take his hand, and asks, “Will Ms. Carbonell be attending?”

Jarvis shakes his head. “Ms. Carbonell sends her apologies, as there was an unforeseen problem that required her immediate attention.”

Okoye nods, glances at Tony, and asks, “How are you today?”

“Good,” Tony says, giving her a tight-lipped smile. She looks to Jarvis, who says them same, then gestures toward the hall behind her and asks, “Shall we?”

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