three times to be exact

parallels in Hamilton that DESTROYED me when I realized them
  • “Eliza!” / “And her eyes are just/(helpless)/and I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time.”
    • As Angelica’s thoughts shift from her own feelings to her sister’s, her words (“eyes,” “realize,” “I”) start to aurally evoke the name Eliza. How crazy is that?
    • cf. “…and my time’s up/wise up/eyes up…” “rise up/rise up/rise up/Eliza!” Just goes to show how similarly Alexander and Angelica think and process. Which leads me to my next point…
  • "He will never be satisfied. I will never be satisfied” / “That would be enough.”
    • It illustrates so clearly the dynamics of the Alexander/Angelica/Eliza triangle.
  • “I made every mistake.” / “You did everything just right.”
  • “There’s a lake I know/in a nearby park/you and I can go/when the night gets dark.” / “See them walking in the park/long after dark/taking in the sights of the city.”
    • THIS ONE KILLED ME. I only realized today. Eliza finally gets what she wanted, but in the worst possible way.
  • “Raise a glass to freedom.” (Laurens) / “Raise a glass to freedom.” (Hamilton)
    • GUYS????? WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT HAMILTON’S LAST WORDS ARE HIM QUOTING JOHN LAURENS FROM THEIR YOUNG, IDEALISTIC REVOLUTIONARY DAYS? LAURENS, WHO DIED 22 YEARS BEFORE? I’m not even a big Lams fan, but if that’s not a love story–

tl;dr: Lin-Manuel Miranda is a genius. Give him all the awards.

Originally posted by shawnhollenbach

EDITED TO INCLUDE LINK TO PART 2: [x]

a bunch of rambling thoughts about satisfied
  • it starts with angelica surrounded by people, seemingly satisfied and content, and ends with her all by herself on stage, privately devastated and unsatisfied
  • it’s framed like an essay. intro & thesis, three body paragraphs, conclusion and restatement of the thesis, showing her intelligence
  • while analyzing alexander, even in a lovestruck daze, angelica notes that he’s penniless. this comes up again in reason one, yet is once again dismissed. his financial state doesn’t matter—eliza does.
  • in the sia cover, the aforementioned singer sings both “and i knooow” and “helpless”, signifying that once angelica realizes eliza’s feelings, she is helpless to do anything but acknowledge them
  • helpless is repeated by eliza, three times, one for each reason.
  • angelica notes both alexander and eliza’s eyes, but never her own, symbolically linking them 
  • angelica also mentions “the first time i saw her face / then i turn and see my sister’s face” once again connecting the two people she loves more than anything
  • “intelligent eyes” she notices his mind first, a link to schuyler sisters, “i’m looking for a mind at work”
  • angelica says “mind” rather than heart during “i know my sister like i know my own mind”, showing that this is both a rational and emotional decision; she is using her head and her heart to manage this sacrifice
  • angelica only says “heart” once in the whole song, with ‘set my heart aflame’
  • in the first verse: “i remember that night/i remember those/i remember that dreamlike” angelica uses remember three times, and never forget for alexander, drawing attention to the line that “i have never been the same”—alexander is breaking the pattern of angelica’s world
  • the fire symbolism throughout the song, in comparison to helpless which uses “drowning”. angelica “match” wits, aflame, etc. there is also electricity (ben franklin with the key and the kite), another flame-filled metaphor. 
  • angelica also links alexander to icarus in BURN, in this case, angelica is icarus (clothed in orange), destined to fall, and alexander is the sun. eliza (clothed in blue) is the sea, this metaphor established by helpless and then by satisfied
  • angelica’s reiteration of the wedding toast is a reminder that this is all replaying with her mind; much like “i realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time”, this is all happening within a matter of seconds, showing how fast her brain truly works
  • “he’d be mine” / “that boy is mine”
  • angelica reflects on his eyes right before the reintroduced wedding toast, reiterating the feature she once again first noticed about him
  • satisfied is in many ways a revelation on a scene we thought we previously understood. this is another callback to schuyler sisters with angelica “you want a revolution? i want a revelation!” and the other wedding-goers go “union / to the revolution” what happens next? a revelation 
  • “i just might regret that night for the rest of my days / i’ll never forget the first time i saw your face” regret and forget are the first half of this rhyming scheme, connecting the two. if angelica could forget her feelings for hamilton, she would not have to regret this night.
  • “i’m sure you don’t know what you mean” “you’re like me: i’m never satisfied” / “nice going angelica, he was right: you will never be satisfied” angelica now painfully, acutely, understands what he was saying
  • at least my dear eliza’s his wife / at least i keep his eyes in my life—rhyming scheme, in addition to showing that, even when it comes to consoling herself about losing alexander, eliza still comes first
  • he will never be satisfied. i will never be satsified. is one of the only times in the song alexander and angelica are directly compared the same way that eliza & alexander are on numerous connections. a callback to “you’re like me: i’m never satisfied”
SATISFIED: Lams version

Mulligan:
Alright, this is what I’m talkin bout! Give it up, for the Best Man, John Laurens!

Laurens:
A toast to the groom!
(to the groom, to the groom, to the groom)
To the bride!
(to the bride, to the bride, to the bride)
From your best friend
(Laurens, Laurens, Laurens)
Who is always by your side
(by your side, by your side)
To your union and the hope that you provide
(you provide, you provide)
May you always (always)
Be satisfied (rewind)

Rewind!
Rewind!
I remember that night, I just might
I remember that night, I just might
I remember that night, I remember that

I remember that night, I just might
Regret that night for the rest of my days
I remember us soldier boys
Drinking and toasting ourselves to our future praise
I remember that pub light candlelight
Like a dream that you can’t quite place
But Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face

I have never been the same
Intelligent eyes and a witty ass nickname
And when you said “Hi” I forgot my dang name
Set my heart aflame, ev'ry part aflame
This is not a game…

Hamilton:
You strike me as a man who has never been satisfied

Laurens:
I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself

Hamilton:
You’re like me, I’ve never been satisfied

Laurens:
Is that right?

Hamilton:
I have never been satisfied

Laurens:
My name’s John Laurens

Hamilton:
Alexander Hamilton

Laurens:
Where are you from?

Hamilton:
Unimportant, though I can already tell I like you a lot.
Just you wait, just you wait…

Laurens:
So so so
So this is what it feels like to match thoughts
With someone at your level! What the hell is the catch? It’s
The feeling of freedom, of joy and pride
Maybe with him I won’t have to hide? You see him right?
The conversation lasted over two drinks, maybe three drinks
Ev'rything we said in total agreement, it’s
A dream and it’s a bit of a dance
A bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance
He flirts with me in his notes, and I give him the chance
I tell him bout my plans, do you see his face tho?
Dumbstruck, listening at the edge of his seat.
He’s fallen hard, you can tell by the knowable seam in his pants
Handsome, boy, does he know it!
Peach fuzz, and he can’t even grow it!
I wanna take him far away from this place
Then I’ve gotta leave to fight, leading my men at a quick pace
Then I get a note that leaves tears on my face he is

Eliza:
Helpless

Laurens:
And I know she is

Eliza:
Helpless

Laurens:
And her eyes are just

Eliza:
Helpless

Laurens
And I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time
I’m a man in a world in which
My only job is to keep my title rich
My father has no other sons so I’m the one
Who’ll lead the black battalion the one
Cause I’m the oldest and the wittiest and the slavery in
Our new nation is insidious
And Alexander is penniless
Ha! That doesn’t mean I want him any less
(Doesn’t mean I want him any less)
(Doesn’t mean I want him any less)
(Doesn’t mean I want him any less)

He tells me he likes me a lot, that confuses the shit outta me
I’d have to be green to not see what he means
I don’t reply
Now there’s Eliza
Now that’s his bride
Nice going, Laurens, he was right
You will never be satisfied
(I will never be satisfied)
(I will never be satisfied)

I know my best friend like I know my own mind
You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind
If I tell him that I love him he would toss her to the side
He’d be mine
She would say, “I’m fine”
But she’d be lying

But when I fantasize at night
It’s Alexander’s eyes
As I romanticize what might have been
If I hadn’t left
so quickly
At least my dear Eliza’s his wife
At least I keep his letters in my life…

to the groom!
(to the groom, to the groom, to the groom)
To the bride!
(to the bride, to the bride, to the bride)
From your best friend
(Laurens, Laurens, Laurens)
Who is always by your side
(by your side, by your side)
To your union and the hope that you provide
(you provide, you provide)
May you always
Be satisfied

And I know
She’ll be happy as his bride
And I know
He will never be satisfied
I will never be satisfied

THE NINE TIMES STEVE GAVE YOU A FUNNY LOOK

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Warning(s): the kinda language Steve would smh at

World Count: 3827

Author’s Note: I got so into this it’s not even funny. After like, two years of not doing anything on tumblr, it isn’t surprising that i write a Steve oneshot for the first time since. But on that note, I don’t only do Steve works, please feel free to request other characters and/or fandoms: masterlist - prompt list.

Preference ★ Imagine ★ One Shot ★ Drabble




[Y/N] [Y/L/N] was an asshole.
You were an asshole.
You are an asshole.

You were slightly narcissistic with an ego as big as the tower, you were very beautiful, and the last person on earth to ever be considered shy.

That made you and Tony Stark best of pals (most of the time), and you and Steve as foes (all the time). He wasn’t rude or a jerk or at all hostile, Steve was just always on edge with you. He didn’t know whether or not your jokes were jokes (you always reverted back to slitting your enemy’s throats – Steve being a righteous guy and all, he wasn’t all that optimistic with that choice), or if you really were here to save people and not for the money the government and Tony Stark paid you — eh, what can you say, it’s very, very good money.

Humble was also not on your list of qualities.

Bold red lips, a wide grin to showcase your pearly white teeth, and heart shaped sunglasses. That was you in your room as you blasted out music at exactly 2100 hours.

You and Steve shared a floor in the Avengers tower.

Why? It was a decision that was absolutely not your choice, but you had no problem with it. Fucking with Steve was fun.

See, Tony had a whole floor to himself, same as Bruce and Vision. Nat and Clint were right below them (Clint usually at his place with Laura, though), Sam and Scott also had their own floor, Wanda and Pietro, then last but not least, Thor either in Asgard or London with Jane – which then pretty much left you and Steve together. Peter kind of lived here during the day then and back at his apartment with May during the evenings. He was a total pest.

A knock went by unnoticed by you. But an upset looking Steve did. He stalked into your (much larger) room and paused your music. He turned and gave you a look.

You raised your brow as you paused your late night dancing. You pushed your sunglasses further down your nose to peak up at the Captain. “Captain.” You greeted, nodding your head towards the brooding soldier once. “May I help you?“ You raised your perfectly sculpted brow in questioning.

Steve took a deep breath and crossed his (also very large) arms. “Your music was too loud and I’m trying to sleep. Can’t you at least keep it down?”

You snorted. “It’s barely nine o'clock, grandpa.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m not a grandpa.” He grumbled with an offended frown. “Just turn it down, will you?”

You smirked and pushed your glasses back up. “Oh, I’m sorry, have I spangled your stars, grandpa?”

With a final narrowed stare, Steve twisted his Dorito-body around and stalked back to his room.

You chuckled and resumed to your midnight dancing with wine.

That was the first time you got on his nerves. It was also the first time you were on the receiving end of his very famous looks.




The second time you received a stupid look was during a mission - in the middle of combat, mind you. This stupid robot who called himself Ultron was trying to ruin everything, and apparently, it was up to you and the rest of the Avengers to stop him – or it. It’s not that you wanted to. it was kind of what Tony Stark paid you to do. And like hell would you pass up Tony Stark’s pay checks.

Steve trusted you now, at least. You only saved his ass, like, a hundred (three) times after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and he found out his best friend from seventy years ago was still alive. A wild ride, that year was.

Anyway, you and the team were in Sokovia fighting robots.


ROBOTS.


Fuck this shit, if the money wasn’t so good you’d drop your signature double pistols and walk the opposite direction. But one, your pistols were very delicate (silver with diamonds), and you were asked very nicely to stay by Bruce - and you could never say no to Bruce.

In hindsight, the view wasn’t so bad and I guess – I guess – that saving people felt a little good (don’t tell anybody). Sokovia was so far high into the sky that you could have sworn that you could see angels flying around in the distance – some helpful angels, huh.

The sky was beautiful, though. And so was Captain America’s ass.

You beamed at the sight and turned to Steve. “Hey, Cap?” You called out, shooting a robot.

Steve grunted in acknowledgement as he kicked another robot and decapitated it with his shield. “What?” He gave you a glance that barely lasted a second.

You shot another robot. Then another. Then another. Then you turned to him. “Nice ass.”

That was look number two.




"Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

"Yes, Ms [Y/L/N]?”

"What’s your faculty on nicknames?”

"Activated by Mr Stark, Ms.”

"Huh … so, like, what are you allowed to call me?”

"Whatever you ask, Ms [Y/L/N].”

“Right, right … how about Supreme Leader [Y/L/N]?”

"Activated,  Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”

"Huh … thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

"Of course, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”


Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed for long. You were eating dinner with the team – something that didn’t happen often – and Steve took this time to lecture the team about a mission in a few days time. Three days, to be exact. It was located in Paris, and you were all to attend a gala crawling with HYDRA agents, mercenaries, psycho bitches, and anything else in between.

“ – so we’ll go over the plans again after dinner – ”

You groaned loudly and threw your head back. You dropped your knife loudly causing a clink made by the knife and plate. “Rogers!” You whined, “We went over this yesterday! And this morning at breakfast! And two seconds ago while I tried to enjoy my dinner in peace, fighting the urge to grab this fork and shove it through my eye – ” you ignore his wince, “and now again tomorrow?! If you even bring this stupid mission up again, I will resign.” You threatened. “Resign, you hear me. R. E. S. I. G. N.” Drama Queen is also in your list of qualities. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell him.” 

Natasha rolled her eyes, Sam cleared his throat, Steve still had his wince and sullen/guilty face, Clint looked bored as he played with his peas, Thor looked confused, Pietro look amused, Wanda was too busy chatting up Vision, Scott was – where was Scott? Tony had a smirk, and poor Bruce just didn’t know where to look. Peter just chewed his chicken in anticipation, looking back and forth between you and Steve for a reaction.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang out soon enough. “Of course, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].” Then the AI began repeating your every word.

Natasha’s brow shot up. “Supreme Leader? Really?”

“ – And this morning at breakfast. And – ”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“ – seconds ago while I tried to enjoy my dinn – ”

Steve groaned. “That’s enough, F.R.I.D.A.Y., please stop.”

“Yes, Captain.”

You rolled your eyes. “Traitorous bitch.” You mumbled.

Cue look number three.




The fourth time you received a look was when Steve was fixing a lightbulb and he suddenly found himself on the floor. He did know you guys hired people for that kind of work, right?

Anyway, you and Pietro - bored as hell and without anything to do - you both decided to race from the ground floor of the Avengers tower, to the very top – on foot – using the staircases.

And the silver asshole was absolutely not allowed to use his powers. If he did, you had every right to shoot him in the shoulder with your trusty diamond pistols and he would have to take it like a man. He promised so, himself. “Scouts Honour.” Pietro said, saluting you.

To which Wanda replied with a snort and, “What Scouts Honour?”

You were enhanced, yes, but you were tired. Not too much, just enough not to be tired after running twenty-six flights of stairs. You and Pietro both slammed into Steve’s ladder as he fixed a lightbulb.

You didn’t even bother looking back.

You could not lose this bet.

The entire time you ran, you repeated the same thing in your head over, and over again. Run, Forrest, Run! Whatever - If Pietro won, you had to massage him whenever he felt like it for an entire month. If you won, well, he had to give you a piggy back ride whenever you felt like it. Also for a month.

Steve was really upset after that. He wouldn’t look at you for a week, and when he finally did, he gave you a long lecture about racing inside the tower. “Blah, blah, blah, someone could get seriously hurt, blah, blah, blah, if I see you two race again, blah, blah, blah.”

You leant over towards Pietro who sat beside you. He was also slouched on his chair, eyes looking at the ceiling in boredom. “Are you also feeling the urge to shove your foot up his ass?”

That was look number four.




Look number five + look number six was kind of your fault.

Steve had arrived after being gone for months. He, along with Sam, had been off around the world searching high and low for James Buchanan Barnes. You wanted to go, you really did. Despite your love for annoying the living shit out of Steve, you still cared about him more than you let on. That was not your fault. How? Well, you know the whole shebang: 

Tragic back story: check. Trust issues: check. Daddy issues: check. Issues with not being able to express how you feel without wanting to physically vomit: check.

However, it was in your job description to be able to read people. You were an intelligent person. You knew a lot, you sensed a lot, you observed a lot. You just didn’t show it a lot. And without saying anything, you knew how people felt and most importantly, what they needed.

And Steve just needed his own space – Sam excluded. You were actually kind of jealous of Sam (tell anyone, and you won’t live until the next day). Sam was kind of Steve’s boyfriend (along with dear old Buck-a-roo and Tony).

So while he was gone, you kept your distance. Steve didn’t need any more on his plate, let alone more of your shit. Whenever he called the team for a report or to simply catch up, you never said anything. You had told the crew to just inform him that you were on a mission, in the gym, or off gallivanting somewhere - anywhere, really.

Steve really cared about you though, you knew that. Every time he called he’d see if you were there. And you were. You were there, right behind the monitor that projected him along with the the camera that projected the team from your end. Your face would be resting on your hand, your elbow propped the table. You actually smiled whenever he asked about you. It was cute.

Anyway, you kind of deserved look number five.

Steve had finally arrived with Bucky by his side. Sam had already said his hellos and received his welcome-home handshakes and hugs. Steve stayed behind the Quinjet for a few short minutes before hopping off and finally introducing the famous James Barnes. 

But you didn’t know that.

And neither did Scott.

You two weren’t racing – nope. You were simply just running to get to the last slice of cake in the main kitchen. In both your defence, it was the last slice of the cake Pepper brought home from Paris. Paris. You loved Paris. And apparently, Scott did, too. If that wasn’t worth running for, what the hell was?

You distinctly remember Pepper saying that it was from Paris, and that it was the best cake she’d ever tasted.

So, without looking, you barged through the team yelling bloody murder. Scott was a little behind seen as though you’d throw whatever the hell you could at him. That last slice was yours, and ramming, pushing, throwing off the building, and threatening whoever you needed to just to that slice, you would sure as hell do it.

You felt your hip slam into a corner of a table: ignored. You tripped over a step: ignored. You felt your shoulder ram into a very strong and metal-like object: ignored. You saw a couch: ignored + jumped over.

But alas, you held in your hand … the slice.

A grin erupted on your face. Poor Scoot looked crestfallen.

“Sorry, Lang. This one’s mine.” You grinned.

A clearing of the throat made you jump. What the hell did they want? 

When you looked up, you saw the entire team + Steve + The Winter Soldier.


Well, shit.


“Oh.” You trailed off. You gave Steve a sheepish smile. “Hi, Steve, good to see you again. Did I tell you I missed you? Because I did.”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop running in the tower?” Steve stared into your [Y/E/C] eyes with his blue ones.

“No. You told said to stop racing.”

Steve didn’t reply. Instead he gave you look number five.

You chuckled nervously and stalked towards them. “Sorry.” You looked to Sam and gave him a large hug despite already giving him one earlier. Your right hand still refused to let go of the platter of cake. Then you looked towards James Buchanan Barnes.

Steve cleared his throat. “Buck, meet [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. [Y/N] [Y/L/N], meet Bucky.”

Neither of you did anything. Just kinda stared at each other in thought. He tried to read you while you tried to read him.

He was lonely.

Okay, you thought. So you reached your right hand up and gestured him to take your plate. “Here you go. Nice to meet ‘cha.” 

Steve gave you another look, only, this one was different. It looked funnier – more odd and curious. A look that you had never seen before. That was look number six.

And this time, you didn’t see anyone’s reactions. You just stared at James Buchanan Barnes, while he stared at you, to the cake, then back to you again. 

Thus, a beautiful friendship was born.




Few months later,
Look number seven.


You found yourself in this position a lot, it seems. It would be two in the morning, your head in your hands and your ears perked up.

As an agent, you were trained this way. Your mind had its own mind. Every morning at exactly one o'clock your eyes would flutter open, and without a single thought, your body would move almost mechanically. You’d get up, wash your face, then throw a hoodie over your head. Afterwards, you’d find yourself sitting on the edge of you bed, head in your hands, and your ears waiting for Bucky.

After sleeping in the same floor as Steve and Bucky, Bucky’s room was right across yours. Both your doors were so close you could stand in the hall way, spread your arms, and you’d be able to touch both your door knobs.

Insomnia was something you had as a child. It came very naturally. So, as a cure, you’d take sleeping vitamins – not pills. Though it would help you fall asleep, it was up to you to keep yourself asleep. Five hours was your maximum. If your sleep was disturbed, that’s when you would wake up every day from then on unless you trained yourself otherwise all over again. That could take days, or even weeks going up to months.

So every day, it was up to you. You didn’t want Steve waking up and losing precious sleeping hours. So instead of training yourself to sleep for five hours all over again, you allowed yourself two hours of rest every night. From then on, you’d stay awake and listen for Bucky’s screams.

Then you’d find your feet silently landing on the floor and rushing towards Bucky’s room.


Here are your steps:

  1. Lightly press a pillow on Bucky’s metal arm and cover it.
  2. Sit on his arm to keep him from attacking you.
  3. Softly say his name as many times as it takes for him to wake up.
  4. Press your body harder onto his as he thrashes around.
  5. Then hug the hell out of him and cradle his head when he wakes and begins to weep.


This would have been the one hundredth time you’ve done this. Even now, you could still remember the fourth time you had done this. You had accidentally left Bucky’s door ajar.

You were observant and smart. 

You knew Steve was there.

You guessed you just took a little longer that time to wake Buck up.

You definitely saw Steve’s look then. And again, this look was kind of different. It was a funny look that you had no idea how to read.

The fact that this look was so different, to say it irritated the hell out of you was an understatement. Out of the both of you, it was meant to be you that got under his skin.

You hated feeling this way.




Nowadays, you’ve been more confused than in control.

Back then, you saw Steve, you’d feel the urge to irritate the hell out of him. But now, you’d see Steve, and suddenly, you’d feel a funny feeling in your stomach.

So, naturally, you absolutely despised him for it. Tonight – or morning – when Bucky woke up, he didn’t cry. He just asked if you were hungry. And, naturally, you had said yes. You were always hungry.

Soft music was playing. You didn’t want to wake up Steve, after all. So you stood in the kitchen of your floor and began making pop tarts. Bucky was sitting by the kitchen island while you decided to cheer him up. While the pop tarts were cooking up, you decided to change the music to pop. Then you began dancing.

You were not a dancer. Add that to your list of non-existent qualities.

You sort of just threw your hands in the air and hoped for natural rhythm to save your dignity. 

Bucky looked somewhat amused, so that was the goal accomplished.

It all came to an end when Steve cleared his throat. He stared at Bucky in a way that made all of you uncomfortable. Bucky was going to be just fine, that’s what you thought, anyway. Steve thought otherwise. Steve treated him like a broken vase.

That’s how you and Bucky got so close. 

You refused to look or listen to any of Steve’s old war stories about Buck. Thus, why you called Bucky “James”.

He wasn’t the Bucky he was in the 40’s. And he wasn’t The Winter Soldier, either. He was someone else.

Steve’s eyes bounced from you, to Bucky, then from Bucky, to you. “[Y/N], maybe now isn’t the time to – ”

“No, Steve,” Steve’s eyes snapped towards Bucky, “it’s fine.” Bucky said quietly. “She’s actually making me happy here.” 

After that, nobody talked to a while. Bucky stood from his stool and began to walk off. 

You stepped towards him, “James - ”

He shook his head. “It’s alright [Y/N], trust me. I’ll be fine tonight. I’m gonna try and go back to sleep.”

Well, that was new.

You gave Bucky a funny look but nodded. “Okay. Call if you need me.”

Bucky didn’t say anything after that. He just walked back to his room.

Your pop tarts popped out from the toaster. After that it was left untouched.

Steve cleared his throat. “[Y/N] – ” 

You shook your head. “Nope.”

Steve’s forehead frowned. “What?”

“Do you want Bucky to get over what HYDRA did to him?” You asked. You didn’t wait for him to reply. “Well, too bad so sad, he isn’t going to get over it. Bucky needs to accept it. Then he needs to be angry. Then he needs to be sad. Then after all that, he needs to forgive himself.” You said, your hands on your waist. “And you making him feel like broken glass isn’t gonna help. It’ll confine him and make him feel crazy. Treat him like a normal person, you jackass. Let him feel like a man. Not a baby.” You took a deep breath and pulled your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. You looked at your pop tarts briefly before turning around and walking away.

And you didn’t miss his look when you did. Steve had already realised he was wrong the moment his eyes fell on the toaster.

You left your pop tarts.




Look number nine:

Again, it was in the kitchen. Bucky’s nightmares were slowly fading. Whenever he woke, you’d stay until he fell back asleep. Then you’d proceed to the kitchen and rummage for food.

“Hey, Supreme Leader.” Your head snapped towards the kitchen entrance.

You gave a nod to the blond man in acknowledgement. “Captain.” You said in a mocking soldier’s tone.

You both stood in silence for a while. You didn’t mind it for a while. Your arms were preoccupied with balancing cartons and containers of food as you boldly chewed on your Lucky Charms cereal – and then the silence just got too long. Steve stared at you with a funny look. Eh, eating cereal without milk at three in the morning wasn’t all that unusual – but for some reason, you had a really big feeling the look wasn’t about the cereal. That was actually the reason why Tony always complained about all the marshmallow gone in the morning. Not your fault. Marshmallows were the best part and everyone knew that.

You squinted your eyes as you watched him watch you. A silent growl of impatience rose to your throat. You couldn’t really speak so you opted with growling.

Still no reply.

Finally, you forcefully swallowed your marshmallow and pointed an accusing finger at Steve. His look was different again. It wasn’t annoyed or of frustration. Really it just frustrated you.

You huffed. “You’re looking at me funny.”

Steve just smiled softly. “Bucky loves you.” He said from his position by the entrance of the kitchen.

You just smirked and shoved another handful of marshmallows into your mouth. “Figured that one out a long time ago, Rogers.” Your hand reached into the box once again. “What can I say, I’m good at making friends.” 

Steve chuckled silently. Then he swallowed and looked directly into your eyes. “I love you. And not the way Bucky does.”

You swallowed. The you nodded slowly. Your heart felt so full, you had no idea what to say. And so you said the first thing that popped into your head. You said what you would say, and not stupid Nicholas Sparks movies.

“I know.” You grinned. “And I may or may not feel the same.” Before he could reply, your smile wiped off as you pointed your finger at him again accusingly, “I said maybe.”

earlsleg  asked:

“I may have accidentally said something and now my whole family kind of thinks we’re dating. Oops.” Jimon pls

“Simon,” Jace says, appearing in Simon’s window sill. It has happened enough times now that Simon can suppress his scream of terror.

He clutches at his chest regardless, “A door, Jace. This house has a door. You might want to use it sometime.”

“You have vampire hearing,” Jace counters, frowning, “Shouldn’t you hear me coming?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Simon says, waving his hand around dismissively. “You’ve been invited to dinner tomorrow night, by the way.” He continues, swiftly changing the topic.

Jace’s frown deepens. “Dinner? Where? With who?”

“With my mother and sister,” Simon says, “Turns out you’re not as sneaky as you think you are. I may have panicked, and now my whole family thinks we’re dating.” Jace’s face goes through a series of emotions. “Whoops?” Simon adds, belatedly.

“You told my family we’re dating?” Jace says. His expression has landed on something quite unreadable.

Simon shrugs. “What else was I supposed to tell them? You sneak in through my window. Oh, no, that’s just Jace. He’s a Shadowhunter, and sometimes he likes to come to me for help. Also, I’m a vampire. Surprise!”

“Good point,” Jace says. “Am I going to have to kiss you?”

“What?” Simon asks, floundering. “No, I, what? Are you seriously considering going?”

Jace shrugs. “I have been invited, haven’t I?”

“I guess?” Simon squeaks. He wasn’t expecting Jace to actually take the invitation.

“Cool,” Jace says, “See you tomorrow.” He hesitates for a second, then jerkily moves forward to press a kiss on Simon’s forehead, and disappears out the window.

Simon watches him leave, utterly confused and slightly sexually frustrated. Sometimes, he really, really hates his life.

The Cast of Final Fantasy XV as YouTubers

Okay, so I’ve actually been wanting to do this for a long time because I love YouTubers of all kinds and I can totally see each and every one of these dorks as video-making losers we would all love.

I just wanted to give you all a quick list of cute head-canons to inspire you with, featuring The Chocobros and guest star Ravus.

Enjoy.

Ignis Scientia

  • Has three separate YouTube channels to accommodate his many talents, because Ignis refuses to be the type of man who would give cooking advice to the youth of Lucis and not teach first time moms how to knit their children pink and purple booties.
  • From his most popular to least popular channels: Cooking With Ignis, Knit One Purl Two, and The Fundamentals of Cosmogony
  • Do not be fooled, this man knows how to garter stitch and will make sure you know how to in ten minutes or less or his name isn’t Ignis Scientia. 
  • He posts videos once per channel, three times a week at the exact same time, and there are no vacations for this man - he is committed to making himself a part of your daily routine. 
  • Food puns.
  • His Cosmogony videos are much like your college classes, however, can your Professor summon fire and explain complicated mechanics with only a moogle and a chocobo finger puppet before an array of elaborate backgrounds? Think about that. 
  • He’s come up with new recipes mid-video before and all of his viewers love it.
  • He’s the third most subscribed YouTuber. 

Ravus Nox Fleuret

  • Do you know what fucking Flower Power is, my friend? Well, you do now, because Ravus dishes those details with finesse and bad words and he does not give a shit if you care about the behavior of the Brahma Kamal in the wild or not. 
  • This boy loves him some flowers, he is downright obsessed with their beauty, meaning, and whether or not they have the properties to kill you.
  • His YouTube channel is called Petal To The Metal and he hates it; the only reason he kept the name is because he couldn’t think of a more clever one and because Ignis was the one who decided on the line. Who can deny that pretty face?
  • However, it does apply, because he is not your everyday botanist - no. He’ll let you know every gorgeous detail about a bloom and then explain how it can be used to poison your party guests when they next come over for tea. 
  • He does not hate your hate comments, in fact, he’ll post them all over social media (username included) and proceed to roast you on livestream with the rest of his fans.
  • He’s the second most subscribed YouTuber of the group because he’s super hot and appeals to your inner petty bitch. 

Prompto Argentum

  • Have you ever wanted to be a film star? Prompto doesn’t, but he’ll sure as hell film your next three music videos for a heck of a deal. His channel is all about making movies, short films, live comics, and taking you for a spin behind the scenes of the small screen - he’s not famous yet, folks.
  • His favorite things to film are his friends and he’s super into vlogging, known to interview everyone when they’re hanging out, especially Ignis. You and everyone else knows he’s got a thing for the master of all. 
  • Prompto reads every single comment - EVERY single one, and he makes the time to reply when he can. He likes to be close to his fans. 
  • His YouTube channel is called Through The Lens and it’s classic, cozy, and only a little gay when the boys are around. 
  • Sometimes, he likes to make personal vlogs by himself to talk to his subscribers about his fears and anxiety; he gets a lot of peace from their good feedback.
  • He’s only filmed one horror video - it didn’t end well. 
  • He’d the top most subscribed YouTuber; everyone LOVES Prompto.

Noctis Lucis Caelum

  • Just your average Let’s Player, folks. Noctis’ channel is full of Grade B gaming runs and Grade A hilarity.
  • Not very original, his YouTube is called kingdreamy247 - for any of you that don’t know, it’s also his PSN username - and he wreaks havoc upon the gaming community with his absolute favorite series - Assassin’s Creed.
  • He dies a lot, so expect most playthroughs to be three times longer than you would expect, and for the word ‘FUCK’ to be said in succession multiple times per video. 
  • Never fear, his content does not end there, for he is an absolute sucker for review videos - from games to gear, he’s got you covered if you ever want to know which brand is the best in his book.
  • He LOVES opening your fanmail and will make the biggest deal out of fanart given to him, posting it up on his wall every time he gets a new piece. His father - the true King Dreamy - does not really approve of so much mail coming into the Citadel, but so long as it’s checked for any threat, he lets it go. 
  • His only special guest has always been Prompto. 
  • He’s down low on the Most Subscribed list; he doesn’t talk about it.

Gladiolus Amicitia

  • Are you ready for a walk on the wild side? Ever wanted to rough it in the wild but unsure if you would actually survive? Well, don’t you worry your pretty head, because the big guy has got your back and he’ll show you how to with or without a shirt.
  • Cup Noodle is the name of the channel and he really doesn’t give a fuck if you question it, because first of all, Cup Noodles are the best thing in the world and he doesn’t need your opinion on how to properly name a YouTube channel that actually correlates with the topic.
  • Posting twice a week, Gladio will take you straight to camp with his informative videos: Knots for Dummies, or a fan favorite, How to Prepare a Survival Cup Noodle Pts. I-VI.
  • The big guy doesn’t accept fanmail or gifts of any sort, but he does accept phone numbers, ladies.
  • Be sure to check out a new series addition to his channel: Braving the Beasts, an inside look to handling threats in the great outdoors - coming to you later this year, if he feels like going through with it. 
  • He’d be higher on the Most Subscribed list if he didn’t take so many vacations from the internet. Still, he’s somehow higher on the scale than Noctis.

My Saviour - Part One

A/N: I finally have enough chapters of this finished so that I can start posting. I will be posting once a week and I’ll try and stick to mondays, but I can’t guarantee anything. I need to thank my beta @thorne93 for still keeping up with me, you are awesome and I would be thoroughly lost without you. Feedback is highly appreciated since I practically live for the stuff.

This story is going to be a very bumpy ride, with a lot of angst, pretty much in most chapters. The reader is in an abusive relationship. I will warn properly for each chapter, and do my best to tag it properly as well. But if you are easily triggered, this might not be a series for you.

This is also an AU. Dean is a doctor, Sam is a lawyer. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Alex (OMC mentioned)

Wanings: Mentions of abuse, low self esteem, language, Dean being a doctor (yes that’s a warning)

Wordcount: 2170

MASTERPOST



You were sitting in the emergency room, one arm carefully cradled in the other, wondering if it was the third or fourth time you had broken that same arm. You could hardly feel the physical pain of it anymore, and on the inside… you were just numb.

You sat there and looked around the near empty room, some informative posters on the walls, some pamphlets on a stand in the corner, several year old magazine littering the few tables, and a half dead plant near the entrance. You had gotten pretty familiar with this room over the past few years, and you imagined that at some point you would get immune to the smell of disinfectant, and the deafening quiet in the room… but no. The smell still made you queasy, and you had read through all of the magazines at least twice.

As you sat there and waited, like you had done so many times before, you wondered how your life had come to this. After you graduated high school, you had decided to take a year off before you started college so that your boyfriend, Alexander, could move with you to wherever you wanted to study. He had gotten an internship at his dad’s construction company that was set to start right after graduation, but he promised that after that year, he would come with you wherever you wanted to go. You made your peace with that and started your own job hunt.

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Satisfied (AKA Jefferson's Jealous)

[LAFAYETTE]
Alright, alright, that what I’m talking about! Now, everyone, give it up
To the pride of Independence
Thomas Jefferson!

[JEFFERSON]
A toast to the war

[CHORUS]
To the war, to the war

[JEFFERSON]
To our pride!

[CHORUS]
To our pride, to our pride!

[JEFFERSON]
From your best friend

[CHORUS]
Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson!

[JEFFERSON]
Who is always by your side!

[JEFFERSON]
To our union

[CHORUS]
To the union to the Revolution!

[JEFFERSON]
And the hope that you provide!

[CHORUS]
Provide, you provide!

[JEFFERSON]
May you always,
Be satisfied!

[Rewind 4x]

[JEFFERSON]
I remember that night, I just might
I remember that night, I just might
I remember that night, I remember that

[JEFFERSON]
I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days
I remember that humid night, that went over my head to raise my hair
I remember that dreamlike candle light like a dream you can’t quite place,
But Alexander I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face
I have never been the same
Devoted eyes and a hunger pang frame,
And when you kissed me
I forgot my dang name
Set my heart aflame, every part aflame, this not a game

[rewind to the first time Alexander and Thomas met]

[ALEXANDER]
You strike me, as a man who has never been satisfied

[JEFFERSON]
I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself

[ALEXANDER]
Funny, you’re like me…I’m never satisfied

[JEFFERSON]
Is that right?

[ALEXANDER]
I’ve never been satisfied

[JEFFERSON]
My name is Thomas Jefferson

[ALEXANDER]
Alexander Hamilton,

[JEFFERSON]
Where’d you come from?

[ALEXANDER]
Unimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait
Just you wait,

[JEFFERSON]
So, so, so-
So this what it feels like to match wits With someone at your level,
What the hell is the catch?
It’s the feeling of freedom, of seeing the light,
It’s Ben Franklin with a key and kite!
You saw that, right?

The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes
Everything we say in total disagreement
But it’s a dream and it’s a bit of a dance,
A bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance
He’s a bit of flirt, but I’m ‘a give it a chance.
I asked about his family, did you see his answer?
His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance
*whispers* he’s penniless, he’s flying by the seat of his pants!

Handsome, and boy does he know it
Peach fuzz and he can’t even grow it!

I wanna take him far away from this place,
Then I pull my hair out of my face
And he is

[ALEXANDER]
Helpless…

[JEFFERSON]
And I know he is…

[ALEXANDER]
Helpless…

[JEFFERSON]
And his eyes are just,

[ALEXANDER]
Helpless…

[JEFFERSON]
And I realize,
Three fundamental truths at the exact same time!

[ALEXANDER]
Where are you taking me?

[JEFFERSON as LAF]
I’m about to make your night worthwhile,

[ALEXANDER]
Then by all means, lead the way

[CHORUS]
Number one!

[JEFFERSON]
I’m a man in a world, in which my only job is to sustain rich,
My father had one son, so I’m the one who keeps the social climb for one
I’m the eldest and the wittiest, and the gossip in New York City is insidious
And Alexander is penniless,

Ha, that doesn’t mean I want him any less

[ALEXANDER]
I’ve missed you so much Lafayette

[JEFFERSON]
I missed you as well, my love

[CHORUS]
Number two!

[JEFFERSON]
He’s after me, cuz I only look like Laf
That man was his other half, I’ll
Help him be naïve to set that aside,
Maybe that is why,
I spoke to French to hide
Behind this imposter side,
Nice going Thomas
He was right, you will never be satisfied

[ALEXANDER]
I should thank you for all your service,

[JEFFERSON]
If it takes fighting a war to see you again, it would have been worth it

[ALEXANDER]
Then let’s get to it

[CHORUS]
Number three!

[JEFFERSON]
I know my best friend, like I know my own mind!
You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind!
If I tell him that I love him, he’d be silently resigned,
Alex would be mine,
Laf would say, “I’m fine.”

[JEFFERSON and CHORUS]
He’d be lying!

[JEFFERSON]
But when I fantasize at night
It’s Alexander’s eyes
As I romanticize what might have been if I hadn’t sized
Him up so quickly
At least my dear Lafayette is by his side

At least I keep his eyes in my life…

[JEFFERSON]
To the war!

[CHORUS]
To the war, to the war, to the war!

[JEFFERSON]
To our pride!

[CHORUS]
To our pride, to our pride!

[JEFFERSON]
From your best friend,

[CHORUS]
Thomas Jefferson! Thomas Jefferson!

[JEFFERSON]
Who is always by your side!

[CHORUS]
By you side!

[JEFFERSON]
To the union!

[CHORUS]
To the union, to the Revolution!

[JEFFERSON]
And the hope that you provide!

[CHORUS]
You provide, you provide!

[JEFFERSON]
May you always,

[CHORUS]
Always-

[JEFFERSON]
Be satisfied…

[CHORUS]
Be satisfied, be satisfied, be satisfied

[JEFFERSON]
And I know,
He’ll be happy by Laf’s side
And I know,

[CHORUS]
Be satisfied, be satisfied, be satisfied

[JEFFERSON]
I am never satisfied,
I will never be satisfied…

The Floor is Lava

Request: #7 pleaseeee

7.“The FLOOR IS LAVA! I WILL SAVE YOU!”

A/N: this is a mess. I have lots of requests to fill and I’m also on vacation, so sorry if they take a while to post.

Word Count: 680 (Yikes, just something small and cute)

Masterlist

You were sick and tired of the floor is lava game. Kids were constantly shouting it in the school hallways causing everyone to try and get off the floor.

You would have ignored it, except your boyfriend Peter Parker would not allow that. At all.

If you weren’t madly in love with this boy, you honestly wouldn’t participate as much as you did.

Still, there were times where you flat out refused to take part in something so childish. But, when you did, Peter would get so excited. So sometimes his smile was worth it.

It was a series of incidences, where Peter eventually started making you participate.

Sometimes you Peter and Ned would be in Peter’s bedroom and suddenly he would shout “THE FLOOR IS LAVA,” where he would then use his web shooters to hang off the ceiling, while Ned was already sitting on Peters bed. Which left you. On the floor.

“That’s not fair Peter!” You would argue

“This is why I don’t like playing. You always cheat by using your Spidey powers,” You continue

“It’s not my fault that I have superpowers,”

“That doesn’t mean you have to chat at your own game, Parker. Back me up here Ned,”

“No. Nope. I am not getting in the middle of one of your arguments again. You know what happened last time,“ Ned says.

Other times, it would be at lunch in the cafeteria. If you’re sitting down, you get lucky. Usually you would just lift your legs up onto the bench of the caf table and keep eating. Sometimes you wouldn’t bother lifting your legs, you really didn’t care, but Peter would kick you from across the table until you lifter your legs.

On the rare occasion you were still walking back from the lunch line, and had your food, in your hand and your back pack on your back it would be hell.

Someone would yell “THE FLOOR IS LAVA,” and everyone would start running for the closest thing they could get to. You’ve been trampled three times to be exact.

This time you were prepared. Sort of. Well, Peter was prepared. You were mad at him for well, 1. always playing the game but never warning you, and 2. for always cheating.

Peter, realizing that you were mad at him, being the lovely boy he is, decided to save you this time around.

You were walking through the cafeteria, when you heard someone shout “THE FLOOR IS LAVA!”

Everyone started rushing past you, running through the car to try and get off the ground.

Quickly, Peter grabbed your lunch tray from your hands and said “Get on my back,”

“What? No. I’m not playing this dumb game,”

“Y/N, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, I WILL SAVE YOU. GET ON MY BACK!”

“Jesus Christ!” You exclaimed, climbing onto Peter’s back, wrapping your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist.
Across the room, Flash was standing on a table, and shouted “Penis Parker loses!”

Everyone in the caf looked around to find you and Peter standing only a few steps away from your lunch table where Michelle and Ned were sitting with their feet up.

“But unlike you, he actually has a girlfriend, so who’s the real loser here Flash?” You shouted back.

Flash scoffed and then got off the table, sitting down to finish his lunch.

“Thanks for saving me Parker,” You said, leaning forward, placing a kiss on his cheek.

You jumped off his back and sat down at your lunch table. Peter followed and placed your tray in front of you.

“Does this mean you’re still mad at me?” He questioned.

“Oh yeah, definitely. You cheated countless times and saved me once,”

“C’mon Y/N!”

“Sorry, love. But I know another way you can make It up to me,” you winked.

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I miss 2jae so much _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Am so close to writing a one-shot of how much they miss each other when Youngjae was in New York—if only I didn’t feel completely dead by the end of work every day .___.

Anyway, here is a list of my 2jae fics so far:

Leader’s Role | Ongoing; 10 Chapters
Jae Bum takes his role as the GOT7 leader seriously, sometimes making it a burden for himself.

Thankfully, his roommate is always there for him.

Dusk Till Dawn | Ongoing; 7 Chapters
As a photographer, JB is endlessly inspired.
Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for his little hobby of writing songs.

A curious meeting with a boy and a series of coincidences that follow leave him with more than inspirations for songs and words.

Hold On | Completed; One-shot
Youngjae falls ill and is unable to attend the rest of GOT7’s schedules for some time.It affects JB more than it does any other member.

Joyride | Completed; One-shot
Youngjae is wistful after failing his driving exam (three times, to be exact). JB attempts to comfort and cheer him up.

Prism | Ongoing; 100-word-per-chapter; 74 Chapters
One is born within the darkest of nights;
the other from the first rays of the sun.

Ante Meridiem | Ongoing; ¾ Chapters
1:31 is etched into the skin of Youngjae’s wrist.

His soulmate would not have the tattoo—and it will only appear on the other’s wrist if they are kissing at that exact time.

So when I dreamt this, I was very sick, and was so fevered I had been hallucinating while awake. In my dream, I was just a simple baker, living in a kingdom and specializing in cake. I fought my way to become the king baker, through a mix of bake-offs, duels, and plain old murder. I lost nearly everyone I cared about along the way, as a result of my ruthless methods, until I was standing on a cliff with my one remaining friend in the world, and she pushed me off the cliff, so she could become the king baker. Then I woke up, fell asleep, and had the exact same dream three more times.