too bad i didn't think of this in the first place

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AU Ideas: 4 (with Artist Steve?? that'd be amazing) or 13 or 15

  • 15: My friend made me a grindr/tinder profile without me knowing and you liked my profile and then sent me a message which just said ‘Bees?’ and I’m a little confused but intrigued.

— —

Steve’s phone buzzes.

“If this is another Grindr notification, I swear to God—“ Steve starts.

“That you’ll answer it and go get laid?” Sam says. Natasha snickers.

“That I’ll kick your ass,” Steve says.

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Will you?” he asks.

“Yes, I will!” Steve says.

“He’s very scrappy,” Natasha says. “He once managed to scratch me.”

“Check your messages,” Sam says.

Steve sighs, rolls his eyes, and pulls out his phone. He reads the notification from wintersoldat3255. It says, Bees? and nothing else.

He holds the phone up to Sam. “See?” he says. “See the weirdos who message me because you made this profile?”

Sam takes the phone from Steve, reads the message, and snorts. “Okay, well, maybe they’re not all winners. Let’s see what he…” he trails off, eyes going wide. “Shit, those are some pectorals.”

“Oh, pass it here,” Natasha says, taking the phone. Even Natasha — who is rarely impressed — raises her eyebrows. “Maybe you should see what this guy has to say,” she says, passing the phone back to Steve after a long moment.

“I’ve seen what he has to say, and what he has to say is ‘bees’, apparently.”

“It was a question,” Sam says. “You should change your intonation.”

Steve exhales. “Bees?” he asks, exaggerating the raised end of the question. “That better?”

“Very,” Sam says. “Now let’s look at your other prospects.”

Steve gets up to get another round of drinks.

— —

He doesn’t know why he goes back to Grindr that night, after he’s back home and has had a few drinks. It’s not that he wants to get laid — honestly, he doesn’t want to get out of bed — but he’s sort of curious about who saw his photos and thought ‘yeah, I’d hit that’.

He scrolls through a few generic messages, then sees the one from wintersoldat3255.

Bees?

What the fuck.

So he types out, what the fuck? and sends it back to the guy.

He doesn’t expect an answer — the guy messaged him hours ago — but it only takes a minute or so before he gets a response:

You say save the bees in your profile, which is noble and everything, but I know for a FACT that you’re allergic to bees.

First of all, Steve is a little heartened knowing that Sam knows him well enough to include the fact that the bees need to be put on the endangered species list and should be protected on his dating profile. But then he realizes that this guy… somehow knows that Steve is allergic to bees, which is creepy as hell.

No I’m not, Steve lies, calling the guy’s bluff.

No, you are. I’m the one who shoved an Epipen in your thigh after you got stung during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party and his mom was too freaked out to do anything about it.

Steve stares at the message, then shakes his head. It can’t be right! The person who stuck the Epipen in his thigh during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party was Bucky Barnes, and this guy can’t be Bucky Barnes.

Can he?

Steve quickly clicks over to his profile. He scrolls through the pictures, but there aren’t any of his face, just abs and pecs, which makes Steve roll his eyes a little. When he goes back to his messages he has another from wintersoldat3255:

Yeah Steve, it’s me.

Steve’s eyes go wide.

Bucky? he asks.

Long time no see.

Can’t actually see your face, so I don’t really know it’s you.

A photo appears. It’s of Bucky Barnes, mugging for the camera with a toothy grin.

You wanna catch up? Bucky writes.

Sure. Where are you? Steve asks, heart beating fast.

It’s Grindr. The whole point is that you can see.

Steve rolls his eyes, they make plans to meet-up at a local 24-hour diner in a half hour, and Steve saves the photo that Bucky sent him, just in case.

— —

Bucky is already sitting in a booth when Steve walks in. He perks up, grins, and waves. “Steve!” he calls.

Steve straightens up a little, takes a breath. He shouldn’t be so nervous; it’s not like there’s anything riding on this. He’s just seeing his childhood best friend for the first time in over ten years. No big deal.

Doesn’t help that Bucky was Steve’s first crush, but no big deal, either.

He walks over, and Bucky’s just grinning at him, like he’s the best thing he’s seen in years. “Hey Buck,” Steve says.

“Steve,” Bucky says, kind of breathy. “Wow, you look fantastic.”

Steve shrugs. “I look like me,” he says. “Don’t have abs like you do, apparently.”

Bucky laughs, ducks his head. “I’ll be honest — my friends made that profile for me. I thought Peter was taking pictures for his art class of me at the gym.”

“Why didn’t he include his face?” Steve asks. “It’s not like your face is a bad one.”

Bucky laughs. “Thanks for that, I think.” He pauses, starts playing with the edge of the plastic menu on the table in front of him. “And it’s because I’m out but I’m not out out.”

“Okay?” Steve says, a little confused.

“Anyhow, what have you been up to? How’s life? Do you still like pancakes? Because this place has the best pancakes.”

— —

It’s weird how easy it is, reconnecting with Bucky. Steve never spent much effort trying to find him after they lost touch. He just assumed that Bucky thought he was too cool for him when they got to high school, and it was almost a relief when he moved away during the summer before their junior year, just so Steve wouldn’t have to be reminded of the best friend he lost.

He wants to ask Bucky about it, but he doesn’t have to. Bucky just opens up during their second round of milkshakes.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?” Steve asks.

“For when I stopped talking to you during high school. I know that it must’ve made you feel like shit.”

Steve fidgets. He doesn’t want to answer that.

“You know my parents were in a bad place.”

“They got divorced, right?” he asks.

Bucky nods. “But the last two years were… really bad.” He pauses, clears his throat. “I wasn’t hanging out with a great crowd. And I think I justified not talking to you because I didn’t want you to get involved with that crowd. But I more just think that I didn’t want you talking me out of the bad shit I was doing.”

Steve remembers the way that Bucky walked down the halls with his friends, rolling his eyes at Steve when he tried to talk to him. Of course, Steve tried to talk to him, tried having a showdown of some kind, but Bucky would just… walk away. He never bothered listening.

It hurt.

“And then my parents got divorced and my mom and I moved in with my Uncle Pierce, and…” He trails off.

“That’s the uncle who I met that one time, right? Who said I should be sent to a pray away the gay camp?”

“We had no money,” Bucky says.

“How was it?”

“I joined the Army as soon as I could,” Bucky says with a weak smile.

“Shit,” Steve says.

He shrugs. “I’m out now, and I’m doing pretty well for myself. Got my issues, but everyone else does.” Steve nods. “And besides, I’m free to do whatever I want now, so.”

“So you’re spending your time on Grindr?” Steve asks.

“You are, too!” Bucky says.

“My friends made me a profile!”

“No, Steve, you can’t take that excuse. I already used it.” He’s laughing, and Steve kicks him underneath the table.

“It’s true!”

“Yeah, yeah, Steve Rogers.” He stops laughing, just smiles. “Steve Rogers,” he repeats, quieter.

“That’s my name,” he says. The ‘don’t wear it out’ is implied.

He glances down at his shake, and stirs it with his straw. “I wanted to find you again for a while,” he admits, still looking down. “I debated about sending you a message for about an hour before I did.”

“I’m glad you did,” Steve says. “I’ve wondered a lot about what happened to you.”

“Do you think…” Bucky starts, looking up. He clears his throat. “Do you think that we could meet again sometime? I just… I feel like this is a second chance, and I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“I’d like to see you again,” Steve says, stomach tingling, and not from the milkshake.

“Cool,” Bucky says, and Steve feels his foot shift against his. He doesn’t move it away.

Steve doesn’t mind, just presses his own foot closer to Bucky’s, and looks forward to their future together.

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,993

Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.

Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.

Today just wasn’t your day.

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The Date

5:50

I let out a long sigh after checking my phone for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past five minutes. It wasn’t anything fancy really. Just a beat up flip phone that had been in my family for what I assumed was generations. Playing with it did help with my nervous energy but now I was exhausted. Was he really not going to show up? I checked through my texts again, hoping to see one from him, but alas, there was nothing.

The restaurant that we had chosen was nice enough, not too overdone. It had a modernish rustic kind of feel to it. But most importantly it didn’t require me to wear a dress and that’s really what counted. I’d dressed up in a white crop top with black and white striped flowing pants paired with my favourite choker and sunglasses. The outfit was perfect for a hot summer day, but now as evening quickly approached, a chill began to set in the air.

Fiddling with the neatly folded napkins was a nice way to ignore the pitying glances of those around me. I flipped my phone open again. 6:01. I gritted my teeth. As much as I tried to fight it, I was getting annoyed. Like spit at your feet and flip you off kind of annoyed. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the same kindly waitress who has asked my order twice in the past hour already. This time I was debating on just getting a takeout and taking a cab home.

“Would you like to order now, miss?” A knowing glint was in her eyes. I smiled thinly at her, hands in a death grip around the water glass as I brought it to my lips. “You know what, thank you for asking Theresa, but I think I’ll just leave.” That’s right. I’d been here so long I even knew her name without needing to glance at the silver tag clipped at her chest. “Why don’t you get something to take home first, dear?” she suggested. “It’s on the house.”

This time my smile was genuine. “Thank you,” I said. I knew what I wanted without even looking at the menu. I’d spent my first hour waiting here memorizing it. If they needed a new waitress I was sure I would get the job without even blinking. “I’ll have the chicken fettuccine alfredo, please.” Theresa scribbled it on her notepad then looks up to smile at me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, you just wait right here.”

“It’s not like I have anything better to do,” I mutter as she walks away. I sighed again, this time at the irony of that statement. Thankfully the wait for my food wasn’t long. Theresa handed me the bag. I thanked her again and rose from my seat hoping to scurry out the door without anyone staring at the miserable girl who’s date didn’t come. It wasn’t working. I could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on me. My cheeks heated in anger and embarrassment. Perhaps I would use my time while eating to plot how I would make him pay for this. Ignore his texts all week maybe. Or I could post an embarrassing photo of him and tag all our friends. Hmm, so many options.

I was so caught up in my revenge plot that I didn’t even notice the boy who has sunk into the set across from me in the booth giving me an apologetic smile. He shook out his leather jacket and placed it beside him. “Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now,” he says loudly enough for the whole room to hear. My eyes must be as wide as saucers as I gape at him. “I’m Cal, by the way. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a complete dick,” he quietly adds. I force myself to relax for the eyes still watching us. I guess I had to go along with whatever the hell this was. My hand tightened on my bags, prepared to bolt if this stranger was really just a jerk who thought picking on me would be funny. Relax, breathe. “Of course, I understand. But you’re here now and that’s all that counts,” I say smoothly, fighting to keep my voice from shaking. What the hell kind of situation was this? I cursed in my head. Trouble seemed to trail me wherever I went. My response silences the whispers and giggles. The words sounded warm and charming though I felt anything but.

Say something else Mare, the poor fool is just sitting there looking at you. Oh right. “I’m Mare. Mare Barrow,” I introduce myself to this odd stranger. Well odd was one word for him. Another was jaw-dropping. Stunning. Hot. It was unfair how attractive he was with that glossy black hair in a messy bed head kind of style that suited him paired with warm amber eyes that looked like flickering flames when they hit a certain light. He had a nice stubble along his cheeks and chin and was dressed in a casual green sweater and blue jeans with his brown leather jacket. His lips curled into an amused smile when he noticed me checking him out and I blushed furiously. Something about him was oddly familiar and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Don’t be embarrassed about it. If we’re being honest, I was checking you out too,” he says nonchalantly. Under the table I pinched myself just to make sure that I was awake and that this wasn’t some crazy dream. But it wasn’t. This was a crazy reality which was even worse. What’s so bad about being on an unplanned date with a hot guy? a traitorous voice inside my head whispered. Well, I couldn’t argue with that logic. Cal settles into his seat looking strangely relaxed. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he put his feet up on the table. He casually sips on some water while I gawk at him. “Well,” he sighs, “I suppose you have some questions.” “Umm, yeah?” I say in an its so obvious tone.

“What’s your full name?” He purses his lips at that one. I can’t hep but feel slightly suspicious at his reaction. “Okay, you caught me. My real name isn’t Cal, it’s–” he hesitates, silent laughter dancing in eyes. “It’s technically Tiberias Calore the Seventh, but that’s kinda long so people just call me Cal.” He seems nervous while speaking and it take everything I have to not burst out laughing. I didn’t know why his nervousness was so endearing to me. “What about you Miss Barrow? Is that your real full name?” he asks me. Cal rests his chin on his hand while observing me.

“It’s Mare Molly Barrow, but I mostly ignore the middle part,” I confess, shrugging.  "Second question, what are you doing here and why are you helping me?“ He grins at me, waggling a finger. "Nuh uh, that’s two questions.” I roll my eyes. “Well I as going to ask you sooner or later, and may I remind you that you’re the one who jumped in on my non-existent date, so I get to ask the questions here how I like.” Cal doesn’t seem fazed by my response at all, in fact, based on his expression that he approved it. Like he was expecting me to bite back.

“I expect no less from you,” he says, that same infuriating yet adorable mischievous smile plastered on his lips. Goddammit Mare, stop staring at his lips. Once I register his words I feel my face scrunch up in confusion. “Expect?” I repeat, dumbfounded. “Do I know you?” He chuckles at my confused expression. I narrow my eyes at him, hoping to place his face. I knew I recognized him, but from where? He lets me puzzle it out, watching and sipping on his water all the while. A one-night stand perhaps? Nope, I didn’t do those. A friend of a friend maybe who I didn’t remember? “I’ve got nothing,” I finally sigh. 

“We used to go to the same high school,” he shakes his head in mock hurt. “I can’t believe this. You don’t remember me.” He has to be lying. There was no way that I could forget someone that attractive. “When did you graduate?” I ask him, watching carefully for any sign of a lie. “Last year. I was captain of the senior football team,” Cal says, this faraway look in his eyes, like he was reliving it in his mind’s eye. Perhaps he was. A faint flash of a memory flitted across my mind. I was up in the bleachers with Kilorn watching as a game took place below. It was my first time going to such an event, and all I remember was wanting to go home. I didn’t even notice when the captain scored thee winning goal, but I pretended to cheer along with everyone else. I was sophomore when he graduated which is likely the reason I didn’t remember him much, other than that. "How did you recognize me?“ I ask him, suddenly aware of the thought. Was he a stalker or something? Or just really good at remembering people?

He notes my tense posture and his face softens. "You don’t need to be afraid of me, I’m not going to hurt you.” I don’t relax. His jaw clenches and he gives me a strained smile. “How could I forget the girl who spray painted the principals car?”

 My shoulder stiffen in surprise at his words. Ever so slowly my lips part into a smile and I laugh. Cal watches me, smiling as well. It was genuine, soft crooked smile that tugged at my heart. “Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that,” I groan, hiding my face between my hands to conceal the red blush flaring on my cheeks. Slowly, softly, he takes my hands in his and I stare at him. He blushes as well at my struck expression. “Sorry, I just…I think your blush is…” He fumbles with the words, tripping over them. “You look really beautiful and I–” He stops when he sees my wide eyes. “Ugh that came out wrong, sorry–” he says, looking very much like he would love nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there. “You don’t need to apologize,” I tell him softly. He smiles hesitantly. “And thank you.”

“I’d always wondered why you did it,” he muses. “That’s what puzzled me about you.” I stare at him in wonder. I had no idea that he’d even knew my name, much less thought about me often. “I’ll tell you if you answer my questions and stop avoiding them,” I say. “Alright,” he agrees. “I came to visit my friend on his first day of work here. I hoped to see him, but I haven’t, which probably means that he’s doing a terrible job at this and I need to yell at him.” “But,” he adds, “I’m sure his boss has that covered.”

“Secondly, I came over here because you looked sad and slightly pissed. Well actually, more pissed than upset,” he laughs. That fades as he turns serious. “But I heard people whispering and…” He looks down, fiddling with something. I had a feeling he was trying to avoid my gaze. “The things they were saying were terrible, so I thought maybe I could help out this girl that they were talking about.” I wasn’t sure I was breathing normally anymore. It caught in my chest and squeezed painfully. I knew people’s opinion shouldn’t matter to me, and it didn’t, but I couldn’t stand the whispers. It reminded me too much of sophomore year when hushed words would follow me wherever I turned. They thought I couldn’t hear them, but they were wrong. Look, it’s the troubled girl who spray painted the principals car, one person would whisper, and another would accompany it. I heard she did it on purpose. Why would someone do that on purpose? Someone would snort. Because they’re stupid and lack a brain, another responded.

“Then I saw you, and I recognized you. You were sitting there and I thought that whoever didn’t show up was a total ass,” he scoffs. “That ass is my ex, by the way,” I say, tilting my head at him. He flushes. “Sorry for the language.” His brow furrows slightly. “You were meeting your ex?” he asks, confused as to why someone would even do such a thing. “No, but he is now,” I clarify, shrugging. He laughs and that same heart-wrenching grin returned.

“So, I’ve answered your questions. Now it’s your turn to answer mine.”

I nod. Fair enough.

“I did it because for some idiotic reason I wanted to get suspended. Teenage rebellion, I guess,” I joke halfheartedly. The truth was I did know why I did it. That was around the time Tramy had been leaving to follow in Bree’s footsteps and join the military. I had been so angry at everything and everyone. My parents tried to console me at first, but then they would get exasperated, my mother most of all. And that hurt. Everything had come crashing back, my bitterness of being the shadow to my sister, the pretty, sweet talented sister that I could never live up to, the anger of never being seen by my parents as nothing more than nuisance though I knew deep down that it wasn’t true. They loved me in their own way. Only Shade could put up with me, and he was my first friend as well as my older brother.

I’d poured all of that emotion into that stupid action, hoping to get back at my parents somehow, show them that they were right. I was the only the bitter shadow they thought me to be. I struggle to keep the tears in as I explain this all to Cal who patiently listens to me without interrupting. When I finish, he stands up and my heart sinks. He was going to leave, my story had scared him off.

Instead of running off as I expect him to, Cal slowly reaches out to touch my shoulder, his eyes holding a silent question. I nod once and he comes to sit beside me. Cal wraps his arms around me, and I lean on his shoulder, pressing my face into his broad arm. He brushes my hair back from my face and I bite my lip. We stay like that for a while in comfortable silence. I even spot Theresa giving me a wink from across the room, and I try to stifle my laugh.

“I should go now,” I say quietly at last, shattering the silence that had wrapped us both. “What time is it?” He takes out his phone from his pocket and I note that it’s the newest model. Thank goodness I’d asked him first so he wouldn’t see my flip phone that dated back to prehistoric times. “It’s 8:51, he informs me.” I jolt and jump of my seat. Cal’s face contorts in worry. “What is it?” “I was supposed to be home by seven, or at least call my parents,” I explain breathlessly, quickly gathering my things. Don’t panic, don’t panic, I chide myself. I scrambled through my purse for my bus pass, letting out a cry of frustration when I come up empty handed.

“Hey, calm down,” Cal urged. “I’ll give you a ride back, no big deal.” That stills me. “You…you’d drive me home?” He smiles softly. “Of course.” The words sooth me, but only slightly. I didn’t want him to see where I lived. Our sorry excuse of an apartment flashed through my mind. I would have to get him to drop me a couple of blocks ahead then walk the rest of the way. “Thanks, again.” He shrugs. “No problem.”

We head out together. I shiver when a cold gust of wind sweeps across me, and I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to keep my teeth from chattering. Cal shrugs of his jacket and hands it to me. I stare at it then him. “Aren’t you cold?” I inquire. He shakes his head. “I don’t get cold often strangely enough.” I accept the jacket and put it on.Thankfully it was lined to keep out the cold but thee fit was much too big. I looked like child playing dress up. Cal’s eyes widen when he looks down at me and I suddenly feel self-conscious. “What, what is it?”

He looked slightly dazed. “Nothing’s wrong.” I struggle to cross my arms due to the bulky jacket. “Tell me the truth.” Cal sighs. “You don’t let anything go, do you?” “Nope,” I said, popping the p. "Alright, I was thinking that the jacket looks better on you than it does on me,“ he confesses. Stunned, I don’t say a word. I can only follow him to his car hoping that the darkness would conceal my blush. It was unfair really how flustered he often made me.

My jaw almost drops at the sight of his car. It was gorgeous. Like I’d date it kind of gorgeous. It was a shiny red Volvo trimmed and plated with chrome, shined to perfection. I would bet that it looked even better in daylight. Cal glances at me, enjoying my look of awe. "What are you thinking right now?” he asks. Fine. It was a fair question after all. “I’m thinking that like to date your car,” I tell him. He huffs, amused. “Sorry, but she’s mine.”

 "Who said it was a she?“ I counter playfully. "I fixed her myself. I think I would know,” he responds with a wide smile. “Ugh, gross!” I exclaim, smacking him in the chest. I can feel his laugh reverberate in his chest, and I pull my hand away after I realize that it’s been there too long. He catches it deftly and links his fingers with mine. I inhale sharply. He doesn’t pull away once we settle into our seats and neither do I. He asks for my address and I instruct him where to go seeing as he wasn’t familiar with the area. We pass through the tall buildings which slowly level out to townhouses. I knew that they formed the border that separated my side of town from the nice part of the city

“Turn here,” I point. He obliges and we pass through the neat row of houses. 227, one of them reads. “This is it,” I say, hoping he won’t notice the lie. The house was close enough to the edge that it wouldn’t be a long walk on this chilly night. I begin to shrug off the jacket when Cal stops me. “Keep it. As I said, it looks much better on you anyway.” I stare at him in disbelief, the jacket still hanging loosely around my elbows. He fixes it so that it rests on my shoulders and fastens a few of the buttons. I sit there and study him as he works.

“It was nice talking with you,” I say, slightly breathless at his proximity. He looks up and stills as well, suddenly realizing the same thing. The moment felt suspended as if hanging by thread that could fray and snap at any time. I couldn’t think of anything except how beautiful his eyes were. They reminded me of warmth, of autumn. I wasn’t entirely sure he was breathing anymore as he touched my cheek lightly. With his other hand, he raises my own to his lips and presses a kiss to the back. “It was nice talking to you too,” he whispers.

As I start to pull away, he keeps a gentle grip on my hand and I turn back around. “Yes?” I ask him, just as unwilling to let go. “I–” he stutters. “I have one more question for you that I forgot to ask earlier.”

“What is it?”

“I was wondering,” he says softly,  "if you would like to go on a real, actually planned date with me.“

I knew I didn’t even need to think about it. I was sure of my answer.

I smile at him, broad and without restraint. "Yes, I would love to go on a planned date with you.”

He lets out a relieved laugh. “Good.” Cal looks at me almost shyly. “I’ve never been on an actual date.” I pat his hand reassuringly. “You’ll do great, I’m sure of it.” “I hope so,” he replies.

“Just show up in that car and you’re set.”

He laughs again. “Noted.”

We exchange our numbers and I’m careful to keep my phone hidden but he spots it anyway. "Don’t be embarrassed. If it’s any consolation, I think it’s pretty cool. They don’t even make them like that anymore.” I roll my eyes fondly. “Of course. Only a dork like you would notice that.”

“I confess, I am a bit of a nerd,” he smiles teasingly and my heart flutters.

“Goodbye, Mare.“

"Goodbye, Cal.”

As I walk the rest of the way home I can’t stop the infectious grin that worms its way onto my face. My heart felt light like I would float away at any moment. Is this what you were supposed to feel like after a date? I’d never felt that way with my ex. Internally I sigh at the thought of having to break up with him. I’d do it in person. I could do that much.

 When I finally get home, mom and dad sigh in relief when I find them at the kitchen table with Gisa. “Where have you been?” She demands. Sometimes I felt like she was more like a mother than my actual mom was. “Calm down. My date wasn’t showing up and I bumped into an old friend from high school and we lost track of time–”

“What do you mean lost track of time,” my dad growls. I sigh heavily. “Calm down dad it wasn’t like that. We just talked.” “That’s what they all say,” he mutters under his breath

.“We’re glad you’re home, darling. Next time, please give us a warning,” mom says tiredly.“I know, I know. Sorry mom,” I sigh again.“Next time?” Gisa huffs. “There will be no next time young lady. Now go to your room.” I crack a small smile at her adult behavior. “Alright, fine,” I concede. 

“Wait, where’s Shade?” I ask them. Mom and dad glance at each other while Gisa plays with her hair. “He went out to look for you,” she explains. “We– we thought that something had happened and–” I hold up a hand and she stops speaking. “I got it. Seeing as I’m not dead, you should probably call him and tell him that I’m home.”

Mom jumps to her feet. “Of course, how could I forget.” She practically trips over himself to get to our old home phone. I leave them to it and go to my room. Once I shut the door, I climb into my bed, inhaling the smoky scent of the jacket. It smelled just like him, and I lie there with a stupid grin at the thought of seeing him again.

It was only a matter of time.

***

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Based on this prompt

anonymous asked:

Am I the only one who didn't buy Victor's seemingly insta-love for Yuri? I was really struggling with that aspect at first; until we get some background in episode 10. I mean, Victor already seemed to be in LOVE with Yuri when he came to Japan and I always found it too far fetched that simply seeing the viral video would have brought that about. But with episode 10 and the video it finally started to make sense to me. Just wondering what others thought about this part of the story.

Personally, I think Victor fell in love mid-season 1. Not immediately after the banquet scene from the GPF. There was romantic interest - most likely a crush - but not actual love. That came later. (And how.)

My in-depth Victor meta covers what I believe he was thinking about while he was watching Yuuri’s viral video, but I’ll recap parts of it here.

To me, Victor looks kinda ticked off in this screencap. He doesn’t look like he’s having romantic thoughts.

My interpretation of this look is: “Why wasn’t Yuuri at the World Championship? He’s talented. He can skate. He’s skating my gold medal routine, and he should have been on that podium with me. So what’s the problem here? Does he have a bad coach? Does he not have enough support at competitions? He wouldn’t have asked me to coach him if he was getting what he needed. I hate this. I want to fix it. Fine, I’ll do it.”

When Victor arrives in Hasetsu, he is extremely flirtatious with Yuuri. And rightly so because at the GPF banquet, Yuuri was extremely flirtatious first. He likely thinks Yuuri will not only be okay with his forwardness but that he’ll reciprocate.

This is not full-blown love. This is Victor saying, “Hey, I’m into you, and I think you’re into me. Tell me more about yourself. That will also help me better understand how to help you as a coach.”

When Yuuri rejects him more than once, Victor gets confused with the mixed signals, and he ultimately backs off.

This moment at the beach was a major turning point for both of them. It marked the start of something that wasn’t a romantic relationship but a willingness to open up on a deeper level.

If you want to read more about why I think Victor fell in love with Yuuri in the first place, you’ll find that in my in-depth character analysis. It has a lot to do with what Yuuri says in that screencap above.

When Victor poses the question to Yuuri - What do you want me to be to you? A father figure, brother, friend, boyfriend? - understand that he doesn’t know his full place in Yuuri’s life. Victor is told to just be himself - and for someone who has constantly reinvented himself for other people and burned himself out in the process, that has to be wonderful to hear. 

The ending credit pictures show us the deepening of Victor and Yuuri’s relationship off the ice. We see them laughing and having fun together during the summer.

Some of the falling-in-love likely happened here.

But this is the moment. Right here.

This was when I first sat up straight in my chair and thought, Oh, shit. Victor is in love.”

Victor takes far more joy in seeing Yuuri succeed than he does in his own success. Let’s compare the smile above to the smile of the Five-Time World Championship Gold Medalist.

Look how miserable he is and how FAKE that smile looks. Now scroll back up and compare Victor’s joy over his own success to his joy over Yuuri’s.

YEAH. Victor is in love in Episode 6. Sure enough, he kisses Yuuri in the next episode, which takes place the following night.

So to answer your question, I think Victor fell in love with Yuuri somewhere in between Episodes 4 - 5.

By Episode 6, the boy is head over heels.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I saw that you'd opened requests! Can I ask for hc about RFA, V and Saeran didn't see MC for few weeks, because was abroad or went to another town and MC couldn't go with him or her. And today he or she is coming back. Thanks for your great blog!

Such a cute idea! Hope you like these~



Zen:

  • Zen was filming his latest movie and they needed him abroad for a few weeks
  • You couldn’t come because of your own work obligations
  • You get a call on the week he’s supposed to return
  • He says his work is delayed for another two weeks
  • You try to sound as supportive as possible, but honestly you’re disappointed
  • You’ve been super lonely
  • A few days later, you return to your apartment and there’s a path of rose petals on the
  • floor
  • You slowly follow it and notice there’s also a few candles and dim lighting
  • Zen is waiting in the dining room where he has take out nicely plated he didn’t have time to cook
  • You just drop your bags and hug him with a small squeal
  • He picks you up and spins you around
  • When he puts you down, he explains that he lied about the extended work to surprise you
  • You’re too happy to see him to scold him for lying
  • You guys eat together while he shares some stories from his trip
  • As the evening comes to a close, you two just cuddle up on the couch and make out make up for lost time

Yoosung:

  • He had to attend a family reunion in Japan
  • You couldn’t join him, so you had to bear the few weeks alone with occasional spotty video call sessions
  • Finally the day comes where he’s returning
  • You spend several hours making a large Welcome Home sign with drawings of some of his favorite things all over it
  • When he walks out from the gate in the airport, he looks really tired but lights up as soon as he sees you
  • He tries to do that cheesy airport run, but then he just realizes he really missed you and gives you a kiss as soon as he sees you
  • You take him back to his place so he can drop of his things
  • But you’re in for a surprise when he brings out all the stuff he got you
  • He’s so excited to give you a bunch of little gifts, and he tries to explain some of them…but others he’s just like…
  • “Oh! And I got you this because it reminded me of…of…actually, I don’t know why I got this. It was cute.”
  • He’s still talking even as you two are laying down on the bed
  • After a while, he grows silent and just grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest and presses a kiss to the top of your head
  • You two stay there for awhile until you hear his soft snores

Jaehee:

  • She’s abroad meeting with partners and sponsors for the cafe
  • She was supposed to be gone for about two weeks
  • Since everything went smoothly, she got to come back early
  • But she didn’t tell you…
  • She got in early as usual and hid in the closet
  • She waits until you come in and start setting things up
  • She texts you and tells you to check in the closet to see inventory or something
  • You sigh and obey instructions
  • That’s when she pops out with open arms
  • Only…you were holding a bag of flour
  • Which you threw right in her face
  • “Jaehee! I’m so sorry!”
  • She spits out a mouthful flour out of her mouth
  • You think she’s mad but she just starts laughing like crazy
  • There was a mini flour fight before you two hurried home to clean up before customers arrived

Jumin:

  • He went on business trip pretty often, but this one happened to be nearly a month long
  • You were supposed to join him
  • But you got very sick near the last minute and ended up staying home while he went
  • It was a rough time for you since he was barely on any phone calls with you
  • It was only to ask how you were doing and check up on you but that was it
  • Two weeks go by and you’re feeling better but the house isn’t the same without him
  • You wake up groggy and go to the kitchen
  • He asks you, “Chocolate or Strawberry?”
  • You shrug and say, “Chocolate,” before sitting down on the small island staring at him in his apron
  • Then it hits you
  • “Jumin! You’re home?!”
  • You’re mildly confused but it doesn’t stop you from tackling him in a hug
  • He’s laughing that his little trick worked but also asking questions about your health
  • He spends the entire day with you, showing you blurry pictures from his time away

Seven:

  • He had gotten this one freelance hacking job abroad
  • It paid really well, but the only downside was that it was approximately three weeks and there could be absolutely no communication
  • You still encouraged him to take it, convincing him you and Saeran could handle yourselves
  • You end up with a really bad flu about a week later, so half the time that passes is in a drugged delirium from all the meds
  • Still, you liked to leave your room occasionally to check up on Saeran
  • He’s sitting in the computer room playing some games, so you just casually start a conversation, but he wasn’t responding
  • Then Saeran…another Saeran? Walks into the room and you swear you took the wrong meds
  • But when Saeran starts yelling and brawling with the “imposter” you realize your mistake
  • “Saeyoung!” you cry happily, running to give him a hug
  • “Uh…actually, that’s Saeran….”
  • Oops. You quickly amend your mistake
  • He forgives your mix up, considering your illness, but right away he activates his mothering mode to get you better

Saeran:

  • His therapist had suggested some retreat abroad to help him through some things
  • He didn’t really want to go at first, but you thought it might be good for him to explore a little, since it was only about a week long
  • But once he was there, he was constantly video chatting you in the evenings
  • Even if you two weren’t talking, he would call and just have you there
  • When you pick him up at the airport, he drops his bags in the car and pulls you into the biggest hug
  • It’s odd since he doesn’t usually initiate affection, but he’s holding you so tightly
  • When you two finally get home, he’s clingier than usual
  • He’s just sharing everything he saw and what he did and showing some pictures
  • He’s so tired by the end of the day, but he’s just laying with his head on your lap and still talking
  • Until finally, he drifts off mid-sentence, and you can’t help but find it to be the cutest thing

V:

  • He got a big opportunity for a photoshoot abroad
  • You encouraged him to take it, as he was slowly building up his work after regaining his sight
  • You two still managed to talk occasionally, but your schedules barely matched
  • Because his project was indefinite, neither of you knew exactly when he was coming back
  • One of those rare moments where you could text each other, you asked how his work was coming along
  • He replied that he just took what might’ve been his favorite picture in the past few weeks
  • When you ask him to send it to you, you realize it’s a picture of you…on the couch you were sitting on right then
  • You jump up and run to the open door where he was waiting
  • You throw your arms around him, your legs wrapping around his torso as he spun you around
  • He had already made dinner reservations so you two could spend the evening catching up 


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Your Move

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

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March 29

Simon

Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…

           “SNOW!”

           Zero.

           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”

           “YOU’D BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”

           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.

 ***

           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”

           “No.”

           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”

           “Huh.”

           “What?”

           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”

*** 

           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.

anonymous asked:

Monty 91 and 81 please??

Monty all heart eyes and protective over a girl hits me right in the feels 😭

81. Excuse me for falling in love with you.

91. Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

Bad habits are hard to break. And she’s got a lot of bad habits. Most of them are harmless- forgetting to put dirty dishes in the dishwasher, leaving her belongings all over the house, forgetting to turn off all the lights when she leaves. Sometimes she drinks a little too much, and sometimes she tiptoes the line between adventurous and straight up dangerous. But her worst habit by far is the way she pushes people away to protect herself.

She rolls over, sitting up to slip her shirt back over her head. The bed shifts as Monty props himself up on his arm, watching her put on the clothes he had taken off of her just a little under an hour ago. She hadn’t even bothered to catch her breath before getting ready to take off, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him.

“You got somewhere to be?” he asks, irritation clear in his voice.

“There’s a party downtown,” she replies nonchalantly, yanking her jeans up her legs.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” he snorts, shaking his head in disbelief, “You don’t want to just lay here for like thirty seconds?”

“I thought the whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing didn’t include cuddling after sex,” she notes softly, rising to her feet. 

“Is that what I am to you?” he’s aware that they started this as a hookup situation. No commitment. No nothing. But he’s running on pure emotion right now and he can’t stop himself.

“Oh please, Monty,” she scoffs, “How many disposable sex partners have you had? What number am I?”

She wasn’t wrong exactly. Monty had quite a few friends with benefits, one night stands, repeat hookups, and the like. He wasn’t known for being the boyfriend type. But something about the brilliant girl in his calculus class who completely dominated in flip cup had gotten under his skin. 

“That’s what I thought,” her mouth twists into a faint smile that borderlines sadness.

“Those parties downtown aren’t safe. You know that,” he looks at her in disbelief. The parties in that part of town get real out of hand real fast and it’s easy to get hurt. After all, that’s how they ended up together in the first place. The sight of her amidst a leering crowd of shady individuals nearly gave him a heart attack. The overwhelming need to protect this girl was a new feeling for him, so he stuck with her. 

“Fuck off with that,” she shakes her head. It would be dangerous for her to let herself believe that he might actually care. How stupid she would be to let someone like Montgomery De La Cruz break her heart.

Sorry I’m protective over the things I love,” he all but yells, fighting the urge to punch the wall in frustration. Now is not the time to lose his cool, but he’s so frustrated.

Her eyes widen as her ears register the word ‘love’. Her calm facade dissolves as her brain processes what the hell just came out of his mouth. This was not part of the plan. Feelings weren’t supposed to be involved, and now she’s  scared because now there’s something to lose.

“That’s not fair,” her voice is starting to get shaky and her eyes are starting to tear up, “Don’t do this to me.”

Excuse me for falling in love with you,” he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Monty, please, don’t,” she brings a hand up to her mouth as the tears slip out, backing up until her back hits the wall.

This was what she was most afraid of. She thought she could never get attached to or care about someone like him. He was an arrogant dick who walked like he was a God and didn’t give a damn about anyone else. But that wasn’t entirely true. Nobody is all good or all bad, it’s never that simple. 

Despite everything she thought she believed, she found light even in the darkest parts of him. And she cared. She cared about this stupid boy with a wicked temper and a reckless mouth. Now here he is, telling her everything she wants to hear, and it scares the hell out of her.

“I don’t understand,” his voice softens immediately as he gets up and walks over to her carefully, “Why are you so upset?”

“You’re gonna tear me apart,” she chokes, biting her lips together to keep from full on sobbing, “You shouldn’t have said anything. It was easier if I thought you didn’t care.”

“No, no I’m not,” he says very softly, “All I ever wanted to do since I saw you at that party three months ago was keep you safe.” He reaches his arm out touch her arm as gingerly as he can. She doesn’t pull away or jerk at his touch, so he gets closer until she’s enveloped in his embrace with her face resting against his chest. 

He brings them down to sit on the bed, letting all of her weight fall onto him. Her hair feels incredibly soft between his fingers and he brushes through it soothingly. She feels so fragile in his arms, like she might shatter if he were to let go. So he tightens his grip.

“Shhh,” he coos, “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe.”

“I’m totally losing my shit,” she sniffles, pulling back just enough to be able to look at him.

“I’m not sure I ever really had my shit in the first place, so I can’t judge,” he jokes, rubbing her back.

“Still think you love me after that shit show?” she rubs her tired eyes.

He takes her face between his hands, kissing her softly before whispering against her lips, “I love you that much more every time I see a new side of you.”

And just like that her worst habit became her biggest blessing.

anonymous asked:

Boyf riends or tree bros first kiss!

Anonymous said: Treeboys first kiss???

pairing: connor murphy/evan hansen

words: 754

warnings: connor breaks down but i tried to keep it vague

ao3 link


Sitting alone in his room, Connor picked at the hem of his sleeves, curled up on his mattress.  He hadn’t dragged himself out of bed for most of the weekend and honestly, he didn’t want to leave.  

Between his mental illness, depression, and pressure from his family, everything felt so overwhelming and Connor couldn’t do anything about it.  He was mentally drained; getting out of bed to feed himself was a struggle.  

“Connor?” a quiet voice came from the door.

“Go away, Evan,” Connor mumbled, slumping over onto his bed, his back to the door.  

Please don’t go.

“Connor, you haven’t spoken to me in days.  A-are you mad at me?  I’m sorry if you did, I’m didn't—”

“No,” Connor interrupted.  “I’m not mad at you.  Go away.”

Please come in.

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Produce 101 Scandals

I’m so sick of seeing the trainees being bashed for simple mistakes. Some trainees didn’t even do anything wrong but still get bashed because some people hate on everything unless their fave is doing well and even then they still do it.

Scandals started even before the first episode aired, Maroo Entertainment’s Han Jongyeon got shit on for his past actions. I honestly didn’t have a problem with him leaving the competition because he deserved consequences for what he did, but what we forget sometimes is that it’s not our place to judge or say anything on the matter. Whether he did something or not we don’t know the full story so why stick your nose in a place where it doesn’t belong. I’m not saying you can’t have an opinion but don’t “take matters I to your own hands” and hate on a trainee when all the information you know came out of an allkpop article. It is not your business, you aren’t involved in anyway, so why are you over there making a fool out of yourself by cussing out a trainee that might never see your comments.

Kang Daniel got shit on for his actions, I understand that he did make a terrible decision and should have thought it through but it’s a simple mistake. He apologized and got dealt with by the Produce 101 staff so why do you think that your two cents are needed? The kid gets hated on and will continue to get hated on regardless of what he chooses to do because of a simple mistake. Get off your high horse, realize that you too have made mistakes and leave him alone. What do you get out of hating on a 22 year old that is just trying to make his dreams come true? at the end of the day he’s doing something with his life and you’re sitting at home using foul language because you lack the intelligence to voice your opinion in a civilized manner.

Lee Daehwi, better known as “the kid that did absolutely nothing to you”. What did he do exactly? “He’s arrogant” acknowledging your skills and having your best be enough to be one of the best is arrogance? He got hated on for being the center because apparently you can be an absolute mess on stage and be worshipped as long as you’re handsome. Beauty is subjective so I’m not going to fight you on your opinion, even if I’m my eyes Daehwi has a cute lil face that is idol worthy, but you know to each their own. The hate that he gets got so bad that he felt that he couldn’t be disappointed for being ranked lower than he had hoped for, it got so bad that he didn’t volunteer to be center for playing with fire, it got so bad that he felt that he had to say “I know I’m ugly but please vote for me” during his “it’s meringue time” video. Daehwi is beyond talented, I do believe that he is a force to be reckoned with and so do you because if you didn’t you wouldn’t bash him to make your faves look better.

Im Youngmin has to be the most heartbreaking for me. How would you feel if you got hated on because you were with someone you love? I don’t expect you to think about that why would you? You’ve proven that you’re about as selfish and petty as it can get, so why would you put yourself in somebody else’s place? All of those comments scolding him for dating someone are completely unnecessary, frustrating, and well stupid. It’s not his or his girlfriend’s fault that you feel entitled to a 22 year old just because he’s on the path of becoming a public figure. Princess he’s not yours to do with as you please, he’s not here to do as you say, he’s human and him and every idol out there should be treated as such. Idols, soon to be idols, and/or trainees do not give up their humanity when they decide on this lifestyle. YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL THEM WHAT TO DO. YOU DO NOT GET TO DESTROY THEIR FRIENDSHIPS OR RELATIONSHIPS BECAUSE YOU ARE DELUSIONAL. But you do, you do it anyways, you hurt the people you say you love because you are a spoiled brat that can’t handle not getting what they want. I hope Youngmin and his girlfriend get through this and live happily ever after just to spite you all. I hope that they shove their relationship down your throat so we can see you foaming at the mouth in the corner, but that’s the thing. You see you don’t really care, it’s all temporary. One day you love this celebrity and say that you’ll be in love forever and the next you find somebody new to obsess over (god help them). For you it’s temporary, for them it’s there forever, that situation is a part of their life. Maybe you ruined a relationship that meant the world to them, maybe you ruined their chances of being successful, maybe you damaged their mental health. You’re not paying for your actions, they are, but you don’t care. If your fave isn’t in love with you then he can’t be in love with anybody? Please rethink your psychotic mentality and stop being a waste of oxygen for the rest of us.

I’m so sick and tired of trainees/idols being bashed for nothing. They deserve to be happy just like you and me. You say you love them, how about you stop saying it and start showing it?

anonymous asked:

Wait are you seriously out of the fandom? Like as in not writing anymore? Please don't let the negativity of others make you stop writing for all of your fans. I'm sorry I didn't know how to put it but I love your writing !

#7 - Dennis

Anon(s) - Thank you for requesting, and thank you for telling me this.😊 To answer your question: Fuck no, I won’t stop writing as long as there are people who read and like what I do. 👏 Hope you all enjoy 💕

Pairing: You x Kevin/Dennis
Warnings: Fluff & Smut ahead.
Drabble challenge: #7 “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”


Loud moans and soft gasps filled the dimly lit bedroom. The bed rocked with each thrust of Kevin’s hips as he pounded into you. You clawed at his back when he bent down and sealed your lips with his. The kiss was sloppy and passionate; all teeth and tongue while his thrusts got softer, more deliberate.

You mewled beneath him as his lips left your mouth, and he started kissing and biting the skin along your neck and collarbone while he tried to keep a steady pace. Your legs started to shake as the pressure in your lower abdomen grew.

Your brain could not grasp a solid thought; everything was overshadowed by lust. Your senses were occupied by the man that lay between your quivering legs. All you did was see, taste, hear and feel him.

“Kevin…”, you breathed softly and watched a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. A cold shiver ran down his spine, despite the warm temperature inside the room, as soon as his name passed your lips. Kevin knew exactly what you asked for; knew the small plea behind your words.

Swiftly, he grabbed the back of your knee for leverage and increased the speed of his thrust. Hard and quick, and with little to no chance for you to gasp for air in between, before you climaxed with a moan of his name.

Your whole body jerked with bliss as you kept whispering sweet nothings into his ear while his strokes became erratic. “Come for me.”, you purred just as a low groan escaped his lips when he finally came.

You stayed in place, with him on top of you, as both of you caught your breaths.


“You’re getting all the hot water! I’m freezing!”

You laughed when Kevin suddenly pulled you into his arms. “Let me help you get wet then.”

A shiver ran down your spine as the water finally hit you skin. His hand slid along the curves of your body and you felt your nipples harden as your breasts were pressed against his naked chest.

“Kevin Crumb, we got into the shower to get clean, nothing else.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed and glided the soft yellow sponge over your back. “I just can’t help myself.”

You grinned up at him. The idea of shower sex was appealing, but the shower was barely big enough for both of you to fit in and your legs were still wobbly from the love-making before. “But I don’t think this is the place to do it again.”

“Does this mean you wanna do it again, love?”

You scattered quick kisses along his collarbone after you nodded, and you gasped when he suddenly grabbed your ass with both hands. “Let us not waste time then.”, Kevin muttered into your ear and when he bent down, you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck before your lips connected, – and the small bathroom slowly steamed up as the temperature rose.

You had ushered your boyfriend out of the shower to finish washing your hair without him constantly teasing you. So, you quickly finished up before you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a warm towel. You decided against putting on clothes. Kevin had already aroused you enough to skip the part where you take your clothes off this time and immediately get to the foreplay instead.  

You stepped out of the bathroom and watched as the steam around you dissolved into the air. Goosebumps formed on your skin due to the change of temperature, and you quickly toddled to your bedroom, barefooted.

You swiftly opened the door as soon as you reached it. “I hope you didn’t take care of yourself –“ You stopped mid-sentence as you spotted your boyfriend frantically picking up your clothes off the floor and folding it neatly. He was standing with his back to you and you were sure you could hear him mutter under his breath.

“Kevin?”

He froze and stopped moving.

“Is it you?”, you asked carefully and started to take a few steps towards him as he slowly turned around to you.

You knew it was not Kevin, nor any of the alters you had already met. The glasses, the stern look on his face, his whole posture gave him away.

“What are you doing? Dennis? Are you Dennis?”

You noticed how his hands gripped the fabric of the jacket he was holding a little tighter. His jaw was clenched as he eyed you up and down intensely. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and suddenly, you regretted your decision to only wrap a towel around your body. For all you knew from hearsay, Dennis was – different than the others. Troubled, and unstable.

The fact that he had not said a word since you entered the room did not make anything less awkward.

You cleared your throat. “Err, I – uh, I just got out the shower.” You mentally smacked yourself. You’re pathetic., you thought.

Another quick moment passed, before you heard him snort. “I can see that, (Y/N).” He averted his gaze from you and proceeded folding your jacket and the rest of your clothes while you stood offside, shifting from one foot to another while you watched him.

“You should” He peered at you curiously. “ – put on some clothes.”

You shivered and it only underlined his suggestion, but then again you were too intimidated to move and grab something to cover yourself with. After months of being in a relationship with Kevin, this was the first time meeting Dennis.

“No need to be afraid of me, and no matter what – they have told you about me, I won’t touch you without your permission.”, Dennis said all of a sudden as he noticed your hesitation.

“Hm” You walked over to him; your interest was roused and the tension between the both of you only helped challenging you. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” You could visibly see how his body stiffened and his frown deepened.

“But – I don’t think that’s true.”

You were not afraid of him and you relaxed again. In fact, the thought of him touching you now filled your body with excitement. You bit your lip appraisingly, before an idea popped into your mind.  

“What would happen, if I indeed give you the permission to touch me?”

His eyes fixated on you, and for a quick moment you could see a look of bewilderment on his handsome face.

And before he could give you an answer, you let your towel slip and fall to the floor, agonizingly slow.

He exhaled the long breath he had been holding and rubbed his hand over his shaved scalp while his eyes roamed over your naked body. Somehow, he seemed to suppress his urges; the urges that you already knew about.

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Gabriel Agreste is not a good person.

But god if he isn’t one of the most interestingly complex characters in this AU.

Let’s get one thing straight: Gabe is a horrible person. He’s cold, merciless, and when imbued with magic nothing short of murderous. He’s a monster. He deserves years of jail time far sooner than he deserves redemption. But. But. Everything he does, he does because he’s human. He’s grieving in all the wrong ways but he at the heart of it does it from good intentions. 

It’s just that the road to Hell is paved with those very same good intentions of his.

(I think the same things can be said of the canon version of him too, but here it’s a bit more opaque I think.)

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your blog!! Could I please get got7's reactions+gif to your "first time", but the next morning they find that they've been too rough and hurt you (like they find bruises and you not being able to walk and stuff, but you didn't say anything)? Thank you!

they’d all feel super bad for being too rough that’s for sure

Mark - Would feel disappointed in himself. You two always gave each other hickeys so slight bruises on both of your bodies wasn’t anything new, and he enjoyed seeing them on you, but to see your body have bruises around your hips and thighs at the moment… it made him feel terrible. Even more so since it was your first time. Mark would blame himself for being too rough and for not controlling himself better. When you woke he’d apologize profoundly while holding you gently and massaging where you were sore. He’d give chaste kisses on your bruises and be so gentle with you as you recovered from the slight pain that still lingered. Mark would vow that from now on he’d be gentle during intimate moments, the way it should be.

Jaebum - He’d feel quite cocky to see his marks on you. The fresh bruises on your body and the scratches on his back would feed his ego nicely. To Jaebum, it proved to him and to you that you were his and he was yours. Of course he’d never want other people to see the marks you two gave each other, he thought it was nice that you two could see them and be reminded of your intimate moment. Then realization would hit him, that it was your first time and he went way too rough on you. Shaking his head, he’d look over at you to eye the bruises on your body once again. He enjoyed seeing them on you, but now he felt guilty. How could he have gone so rough on you? And why did you say anything? Jaebum would beat himself up about it and would make it up to you by cuddling you and doing whatever you wanted.

Jackson - Would feel super terrible to see you have bruises scattered on your body and he’d feel even worse when he saw you struggle with walking. It was your first time, the last thing he wanted was you to wake up with bruises. Immediately, Jackson would be by your side and pepper your cheeks with kisses while mumbling, “I’m so sorry, baby. I was too rough, wasn’t I? Please forgive me.” He’d be confused as to why you never mentioned anything about being too rough and would ask you about it. He’d gently hold you close, making sure to not hurt you even more, and explain to you that when he was being too rough… you had to let him know. Jackson would stay with you the whole day and carry you wherever you needed to go and every few minutes he’d apologize again until you reassured him that it was okay, that you thought you could handle it. Yet next time, he stated that he would be more gentle.

Jinyoung - He’d like seeing the bruises on you, he enjoyed it when you two would mark each other. To him it was something special to remind each other that you belonged to one another. Yet the way you two would do this was from hickeys, not from being too rough. The bruises on your neck, hips, and other places made him cringe, knowing that he was the one who caused it. The bruises were so grand, it showed that he was extremely rough. Jinyoung would shake his head, filled with guilt and immense disappointment. He’d wake you up to apologize and would have a long talk as to why you need to tell him when he’s being rough. Throughout the day Jinyoung would stay by your side and get you whatever you want until you recovered.

Youngjae - Would be surprised with himself, extremely shocked. Youngjae never would’ve thought that he’d get so rough that it would leave bruises on you. Your first time was amazing to him when he thought back to it. Not once did the thought of, “Maybe I’m being too rough.” came across his mind, it was evident that you were enjoying yourself. Youngjae put two and two together and realized that you mostly likely kept shut, thinking you could endure his roughness. He’d feel bad that he caused you pain during a moment that should’ve been special and extremely gentle. Youngjae would wrap his arms around you, press a soft kiss against your temple, and mumble sorry into your ear. You were still asleep, but he didn’t care, he knew he was going to have to apologize a lot to you once you woke up and make it up to you.

BamBam - He’d feel quite smug that he left you bruises all over your body, but then after a few minutes of feeling smug and admiring his love bites and marks… he’d remember that it was your first time. BamBam would feel like an idiot, how could he have he let it slip that it was your first time? He would think about what he could do to make it up to you, apologizing wasn’t enough. When you woke up, Bam would smother you with kisses and apologize repeatedly. BamBam would promise that next time he’d be more gentle, but also told you to tell him whenever he was being rough because hurting you is the last thing he wants.

Yugyeom - Super shy is how he’d feel. Knowing that he lost himself so much during your first time that he ended up giving you bruises… it’d make him think back to the night before which would make him blush, but after his sheepishness subsided Yugyeom would feel terrible. He would look at the bruises upon your body and would be disappointed in himself. Yugyeom would wake you up from your slumber with a chaste kiss and ask you how you were feeling. When you told him that you were sore and in slight pain, he’d lose it. He’d apologize so much and he’d promise to never get rough with you again until you two were more used to being intimate. Yugyeom would offer to message you whenever you were sore and he’d kiss your bruises, hoping it’d somehow help.

anonymous asked:

For all the S and M boys what if their s/o who used to be very bouncy and just did what ever they want suddenly stopped after they had punished them terribly. She didn't speak unless spoken to and didn't do anything without their permission. But after a while they realize how much they were very much in love with how bouncy she was, even if she did anger them a lot. Would they regret what they had done? Would they try to get her back to normal? Would they apologize?

That’s a creative one♡

Shu: Shu would probably regret what he did yes. People usually think that because of his attitude that he really wouldn’t like his S/O to be all happy and extroverted, but on the contrary. To me Shu acts like someone who suffers from depression. You know, no longer having joy in the things they do etc. So to have his s/o suddenly become quiet and more hesitant with their choices would cause him to be upset. For once he would actually get up and confront his s/o about. It might take some time but he will end up apologizing I believe. He misses his s/o bubbly personality and actually regrets hurting you.

Reiji: Reiji is a different story…It takes a lot to prove him wrong in his eyes. The fact that you’re finally doing as you’re told is quite satisfying. From time to time he might be a tiny bit remorseful because you somewhat resemble a maid now and not his s/o, but since Reiji can be so stubborn he would refuse to see himself in the wrong. But like Shu he will come to realize that he liked it better when he constantly had to ‘teach you a lesson,’ and put you in your place. So it’s sort of an in between with him, but yes I think he would regret it, but no you would not hear an apology.

Ayato: I don’t think he realized he hurt you until later on. He’s pretty oblivious to how others feel sometimes. Because of his egotistical nature he wouldn’t be wary of the insults he would utter needlessly to you. But I believe he would realize his wrong doing and try his best to make up for it by doing small things. He probably won’t apologize though, but he will, of course, try to be better.

Kanato: Not going to sugar coat it, he would definitely not feel sorry. You did something wrong and you deserved the Consequences that he bestowed upon you. Simple as that. The fact that you are acting like the doll you should have makes him happy.

Laito: He, at first, may find your submissive attitude pleasing, but he does miss those times you would struggle and yell at him. He loved it better when you were yourself not the robot type you are now. So yes he does regret it, and he will try everything to get you back to your jovial self. Even though it’s for selfish reasons he really does miss the old you.

Subaru: This male wouldn’t care too much at first. He hurts everything he touches, as he puts it, so that’s nothing new. But as time goes on he would began to regret it. Subaru would probably beat himself up for making such a mistake. You’re his lover and still messed up. So yes, he would try to fix it. No matter how long it takes.

Mukami Brothers

Ruki: Just like Reiji, Ruki wouldn’t be able to see his wrong doing. Since he was young he has been hurting others without sympathy so it was no surprise when he ignored your cries and please. Even when you started acted as you are now he felt no remorse. Ruki was actually happy that you finally learned your place. From time to time he might mention about how you changed your behavior. But it usually ended with him saying something between the lines of “I’ve should have punished you like this a long time ago.” No, he would not apologize….

Kou: If he hurt you it was probably because a button was pushed. Kou Is very two faced, so I’m sure he would not regret what he did to you either. But I’m sure he’d miss his happy s/o who would cheer for him and encourage him even when he was being rude to her. Again he would only try to get you back to normal for selfish reasons, but at least he’s not leaving you like that. I don’t think he would apologize because he knows this may happen again.

Yuma: No, not really. That doesn’t bother him too much. Yuma can be pretty rough, and very rude so he wouldn’t really see what he did to you as bad. He’s happy that you finally do as he said though. No back talk whatsoever. But sometimes he does miss those days you would happily help with his garden, or just simply hug him. Yuma doesn’t want to lose anyone else that is important  to him, so he would apologize to get you back. I don’t think he’d feel bad though. He just didn’t like the new attitude you were presenting him.

Azusa: I don’t think he can tell the difference when it comes to hurting you. To him pleasure comes pain and vise versa, so your broken like attitude wouldn’t faze him. Azusa would probably treat you the same way. Hugging you, and kissing you, etc. But he really wouldn’t have any problem with how you are now. He probably believes that you felt so good from the ‘pleasure’ he gave you that you can’t help yourself. Azusa might be a little disappointed when you don’t act a certain way when he does stuff to you, but I don’t think he would understand that it was because of how you were treated.

(Sorry if this seems kind of rushed. I got stuck a few times^^; anyway I hope this is what you meant thanks a lot for asking)

anonymous asked:

Ok we all know Zelda is a total bada** who can handle herself against ganondork and the works, but I didn't see her wielding any weapons in BOTW?! How about Link teaching her how to wield a sword or shoot an arrow because he needs to ensure she's safe at all times?

“I still fail to see how this is necessary.” The bow was held awkwardly within Zelda’s hands as she examined it, plucking the string gently.

“Only a precaution. In case I am ever not there to protect you.” Link insisted, holding his own bow like he had been born to wield it rather than his infamous sealing sword. “Now watch.”

Zelda observed carefully as Link pulled back on the string and let an arrow loose. It shot dead center of make-shift target he had put together. Link waited a moment longer before he relaxed his stance and looked towards her expectantly.

Zelda wrinkled her nose then exhaled.

“Alright. I can do this.“ She breathed to herself.

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Voltron- TransLance Headcannon

When Lance was going through Garrison training and first meet Hunk he was the only one to immediately accept his identity with no problem. Hunk even went out of his way to treat Lance like a real friend when he didn’t have a reason too. Like some people snickered at Lance one day at school and Hunk went off on them and probably would have gotten into a fight with them if a teacher hadn’t been there. Lance just constantly flirting with girls thinking its the “manly” thing to do, and Lance really suffering with the issues of toxic masculinity.

Lance getting angry and frustrated during the fitness part of the their training because he can’t keep up with the squad, well that is till Hunk looks back and see Lance catching his breath and he runs back to keep pace with him. Just Hunk being the greatest emotional support when Lance fails their first fitness test as Lance doesn’t feel like he’s good enough. 

Lance seeing Pidge at the garrison and giving her pointers on how not to look like a girl and convince people that she was a man. Pidge nearly jumps out of her skin when lance calls her out on her disguise but then realizes that of all the people that wouldn’t try to out her it was Lance. Lance and Pidge really bonding together at the garrison. Lance overcoming the predigests placed on him and he starts to excel at the garrison with pidge and Hunk’s support.

Like Lance and Hunk doing extra training because Lance doesn’t feel “Man” enough and Hunk reassuring him its ok to not be able to wrestle a bear, but still being there and supporting him through his workouts. Lance and all his hard work paying off later on when he outscores everyone on the next test, Lance running up to Hunk and giving him flying tackle and Hunk catches him and spins him around their both so happy.

Lance getting a letter one day from home and Pidge and Hunk walk in on Lance crying and they immediately assume that someones dead or something but Lance just laughs and points to the letter from his family and they read the first lines “To our patient and loving son, Lance.” and Lance is just so happy its the first time his parents call him their son, and then Hunk and Pidge hug him.

And then they go off and have episode 1 happen and Keith and Lance just constantly arguing and having their “Rivalry” happen and it 100% stems from Lances crush on Keith that they’re both oblivious too. When Lance finally does acknowledge his crush he tries to suppress it because it makes him question his identity “Why did I go through all this just to love a boy again?”, “Does this make me less of a dude for liking dudes?” and just Lance having breakdowns in space wondering if he’s good enough or if he’s a real and valid person.

Then we get to episode 6 where Keith goes to untie Lance but when Keith unhooks Lance he notices how he’s all moody and down. And Its because Lance feels so useless being the “Damsel in distress” and it makes him not feel like he’s living up to “Being a Man”, and as Lance always does he brushes off his emotional instability with jokes about how Keith’s worrying too much. And then after Crystal Venom Keith finds Lance in his room crying because “I had to have someone save me again why can’t i be good enough?” and Keith comforts Lance and helps him break down toxic masculinity because living in multiple foster homes really forced Keith into developing those same attitudes and he had to eventually over come them. And Keith reassuring Lance that it’s ok to not be Mr. Macho and no one of the team thinks any less of him for anything he does. And Lance takes Keiths advice, he stops flirting with every alien female he sees, instead he flirts with Keith every chance he gets. 

sinister-violinist  asked:

will you teach me the art of the lined-eye, oh Great Master? (long story short, i tried to day and it failed. so bad. the eyeliner didn't even look like eyeliner- i looked like a raccoon)

oh, man. it’s way easier to show someone how to do eyeliner than to tell them, but… i can try. this is gonna be long, i’m gonna try to make it as thorough as i can. 

first of all, don’t be afraid to mess up. seriously, that perfect wing™ takes practice… no one’s just born knowing how to do it (except shiro). i’ve been doing it for years and i like to think i’m pretty good at it, but if you all saw the amount of q-tips and makeup wipes i go through to make it perfect… you’d lose your faith in me. lol

anyway, if you’re learning, i find pencils are the easier to use. you’re less likely to make the line bumpy, because it’s a softer line in the first place, but if you try to do a wing you’ll probably need a q-tip to sharpen the end. gel is a bit trickier because you need to use a brush, but it’s wayyyyy easier to make a wing or a bolder look. liquid pens are the easiest of the liquid variation but i hate them because they dry out so easily, while liquid dip liners are definitely the hardest to use, but overall (in my opinion) are the best ones to use if you want that really sharp perfect look. 

okay so actually doing it… everyone has their own way, but the tip we usually give clients is to put the pencil/brush sideways on your lash line (rather than straight on) so that it’s laying flat on your eyelashes. it makes it WAY easier, trust me. kinda like this: 

then, instead of drawing one, continuous line (NEVER do that in makeup– you’re just screwing yourself over) do small, thin strokes across the lashline. you can make it thicker if you want, i just find it’s easier to start with a thin line, then build it from there. and make sure it’s right on top of the lashes– no one wants that weird strip of eyelid between the liner and lashes.

if it makes it easier you can shut your eye, but try not to tug too hard on the skin when you hold it taught (the skin around your eye is really delicate, and you’re just harming it by doing that).

for the wing, take the flat of the brush/pencil and press it to the corner of your eye and up, as if continuing your waterline. like this:

then fill it in!

remember it’s okay to fuck it up. q-tips exist for a reason. (another tip is take a clean angled liner brush, dip it in a waterproof makeup remover, and remove/fix smudges like that!) 

i hope this helps!! this is generally how we teach it to clients, but everyone kinda has their own way of doing it, you just have to practice :D

fuckmyfaraday  asked:

I think my ask got eaten but if it didn't sorry for sending twice. But I want to see trans Peter coming out to Yondu.

Hey friend! So I’m pretty sure you meant you wanted to see this drawn, which I will still likely do, but a scene that long would take some time so it’s possible that I wrote a quick canon AU coming out scene in the meantime. I hope it’s in the vein of what you were imagining!

Quick note: Since this is a coming out scene from the perspective of the character who is being come out to, Peter is technically misgendered up top though Yondu corrects immediately once he figures out what’s up.

When Ego had hired him to pick up yet another of his numerous offspring, Yondu had been expecting something more out of Parker Quill.

The kid was scrawny, even for a Terran. A little slip of a thing, all big eyes and soft edges, though she had a hell of a bite. Yondu had the lingering crescent moon impression of teeth where the little hellion had tried to take a chunk out of him when they’d first beamed her aboard the ship, already wet-eyed by only minimal fault of theirs and howling for her mama.

That had been several years ago, now, though Quill was still a lanky scrap, grown a few inches taller but never quite seeming to have enough meat on her bones to make up for it despite the fact that she ate like she was starving, falling on her food with a fervor that rivaled that of crewmen three times her size or more. She was a funny creature, Quill, with that big ol’ chip on her shoulder that she seemed to delight in wielding like a weapon against anybody foolish enough to try and test her mettle. She was gregarious, stumbling mostly by accident into enough charm to swing folk to her favor, and she had spunk, even if it occasionally manifested in somewhat unusual ways.

Yondu stared for a second longer at the choppy, rough-shorn mess she’d made of herself this time, little tufts of ginger hair sticking out over her ears, licking up off her head in direct defiance of the artificial gravity in place on the ship. She had her jaw set, chin poking out and shoulders thrown back, and she hadn’t said yet why she’d come storming up here in the first place but Yondu could see her working up to it, throat bobbing nervously as she swallowed, knuckles white where her hands were clenched into determined fists at her sides. She was a talker, Quill, and most of the crew had learned fast that it was better to cut her off before she could get started, guide the conversation somewhat so that she didn’t wander too far afield while on the circuitous path to her point.

“Whaddya gone and done all this for, now?” Yondu asked, arching an eyebrow and waving a hand at his own face.

Quill opened her mouth, and then closed it again, considering for a half-second before she set her shoulders back even further, reedy little chest puffing out, clearly preparing for some kind of backlash as she said sternly, “It was too long. It - ” She hesitated for a beat, pressing her mouth into a thin line and taking a breath to steel herself before adding, “It was makin’ me look like a girl.”

Yondu considered this for a moment. He wasn’t especially familiar with Terran biology, knew that it was fairly concrete, difficult and time-consuming to make alterations to unlike some of the other species on the ship who could change their appearance and molecular structure with relative ease. He’d been operating under the apparently erroneous assumption that Quill was Ego’s daughter - he thought that was the word the Terrans used, though he’d have had to double check to be certain. All of which was assuming that Yondu was correctly inferring Quill’s meaning in the first place, which was something of a crapshoot.

He canted his head and worried at his teeth for a second with the flat of his tongue while his mouth was still closed before asking, “Lookin’ like a freshly plucked Tezrak is better?”

Quill’s face flushed red, which Yondu knew enough by now to read as embarrassment.

“A boy!” Quill hissed mutinously. “I want to look like a boy.”

Ah, so that was it. Yondu couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised by the announcement, not that it was any real skin off of his back what his crew’s biological particulars were. He hadn’t known many Terrans and most of the ones he had known seemed fairly settled in their gender, though he couldn’t say for certain how they’d gotten to that point. That wasn’t to say that it couldn’t be done, of course, but it would be difficult. Much harder than say, Resslin who could shuffle through their species’ entire library of genders in the space of a thought, though not perhaps so difficult as it would be for some others. He’d have to do a little digging, maybe talk to Kraglin - Xandarians were fairly similar to humans in biological makeup and might have some know-how about how to do something like this.

For now, though, Quill had the right idea, Yondu thought. A haircut wasn’t a bad start.

He rubbed at his chin, thoughtful, and gave Quill a long, considering look before he replied, “Boy with a pisspoor haircut, maybe.”

Quill’s face went nuclear, little shoulders coming up defensively as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“It ain’t that bad!” he snapped. “I sharpened the scissors ‘fore I used ‘em and everything!”

Yondu sighed and clapped a hand to Quill’s shoulder.

“There’s your mistake, boy,” he announced loudly, stepping past Quill toward the hallway and pausing in the doorway to turn back around and look at him. “You don’t use scissors for a close cut like that. You need somethin’ steadier, make it nice an’ even.”

Quill’s hand twitched against his arm, like he wanted to reach up and tug at one of his choppy-edged little tufts, brow furrowed and gaze suspicious.

“You called me boy.”

Yondu stared at him. “You just said you was one, didn’t you?”

Quill shifted his weight nervously.

“Well, yeah.”

“So?” Yondu pressed. “Is you or ain’t you?”

“I am,” Quill said, immediate and sure.

“So what’s the trouble then? You got somethin’ else you’d rather be called?”

“No, I - ” Quill started, and then hesitated, ducking his gaze to the floor. “Peter.”

“Peter?” Yondu repeated. Quill shifted again but when he looked up this time his face was sure, some of that embarrassment receding. He nodded, the longer of those little ginger tufts shifting with the motion.

“’s my grandaddy’s name. Mama always said she was gonna call me that if I - if I was - ” he gestured absently at the length of his body. “Y'know.”

Yondu didn’t bother trying to hide his eye-roll.

“I ain’t here to listen to your life story, boy. You want me to show you how to use the clippers or not?” He held an arm out to indicate the hallway he was poised at the mouth of, and Quill jumped to attention and trotted over.

“Yes please,” Quill said, falling into step alongside Yondu as he led the way back toward the captain’s quarters.

“Don’t be so polite, boy. Askin’ for trouble, that is.”

“Sorry.”

Yondu fought the urge to grind his teeth.

“Don’t apologize neither. It sends the wrong message.” He picked up his pace a little bit, trying to put a few feet of distance between himself and Quill. He liked the kid well enough, was glad he hadn’t couriered the little bastard right to his tyrant father’s doorstep, but it made his skin itch from time to time, being so explicitly responsible for another creature’s well-being. He was poorly suited to it and everyone knew it, though most of his crew was wary enough of his reputation not to make criticisms to his face.

Quill just sped up alongside him, though, gamely attempting to keep up though it resulted in his doing a funny little hop-skip every now and again, not quite walking but not quite jogging either.

After a few long moments of quiet, Quill said, muted and sincere, “Thanks.”

Yondu didn’t look at him, but he did reach over to tousle the sloppy mess Quill’d made of his hair.

“Better pay attention, boy, 'cause I’m only gonna learn you up proper this once,” he grumbled. “After that you’re on your own and it’s your own damn fault if the whole galaxy knows you as Peter Quill: the Fella with the Stupid Hair.”

The grin Quill shot him in response was broad enough that Yondu caught it out of the corner of his eye. Poorly suited, maybe, but Quill didn’t seem to mind.

Love Unintentional (Part 3)

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

Word Count: 3183

A/M: The first part has become one of my most popular posts for a story and thank you so much for that! ❤️ Here’s Part 3. As always, if you like it, let me know :)

Other Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6


You went back to your place only three hours after you had found out your boyfriend’s secret.

You had made it to a bench in a quiet park nearby, wiping away the endless tears that came with the pain. 

The place was quiet and the only people around were a couple nearby, playing fetch with their dog. 

You watched them as they smiled at each other, as the big Labrador ran across the field and caught the frisbee in the air. 

They looked so happy. You thought, We used to be happy like that. But then this all happened. I fucked up.

However you looked up in realization, as you let your thoughts sink in.

He’s the only that fucked up. NOT me. Why should I leave? That's my home, under my name. He’s the one that fucked up and I am NOT going to just run away. 

A sort of strength had been instilled in you. One you hadn’t realized that you had. Whether fuelled by anger or adrenaline you didn’t care. He was making life difficult the last few months and you didn’t deserve any of this.

You walked in and scoffed at his confused look, as he wondered where you had disappeared to that morning. But you confronted him about it, and you didn’t give him a chance to give you that same excuse he had given you for months. 

“You’ve been cheating on me! Don’t you fucking deny it! I’ve seen that number for months [Y/BF/N]. Months! And I believed you! I believed your stupid lie saying it was just a "coworker”. That I shouldn’t talk or ask you questions cause it’s comparable to mine and Harry’s situation. I thought I was paranoid! But I was right! I was fucking right!“ Tears had formed in your eyes but your anger kept you going, as the longer you looked at him the more you wanted to punch him in the face. 

"I only did it because you were slipping away from me [Y/N]. You were spending too much time with him. Talking about him.”

Your mouth fell open at his words, you were so angry you could barely think, “[Y/BF/N]. You’ve said some stupid shit before. But seriously? That is the fucking stupidest thing I have ever heard in my entire life." 

"So what? You’re gonna walk out? Finally get to be with him? I know it’s what you want.”

 

You continued to look at him almost laughing at his stupidity, “Oh my god! If you think I’m walking out you’re dead wrong. You get the fuck out!” You said pointing to the door, he gave a confused look, “For months! Want to enlighten me on how many months exactly?” You asked sternly, not sure if you were even ready for the answer.  

He suddenly had a look of guilt on his face, “4." 

You closed your eyes, the pain of that knowledge sinking in, "Four months… FOUR FUCKING MONTHS!” You said now yelling, “FOUR MONTHS YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME. Cause what? You felt you should’ve been more successful than me? Because I made friends that weren’t you? FOR FOUR MONTHS YOU WERE FUCKING SOMEONE BEHIND MY BACK, ACCUSED ME OF CHEATING ON YOU WHEN YOU WERE REALLY DOING IT TO ME?!” And suddenly you realized something, “All these months when you asked me if I was cheating on you. Accusing me of being too close to Harry. You were trying to cover for yourself! You were trying to find anything you could so you couldn’t be the bad guy weren’t you?”

He suddenly couldn’t look at you and remained quiet, and that was it, “Get the fuck out!” You said now physically pushing him away, not able to put up with his presence anymore. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” And you managed to get him out the front door. 

“But [Y/N]. I live here. My things-" 

You grabbed the door and gave him a look, "Not anymore you don’t. Never come back.” And you slammed the door in his face. 

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something in the chase pt. 2 | pete dunne

pt. 1

That night had become just another number on our long list of shared encounters. Though I’d sworn to myself I would defy Pete’s wishes until the end of time, it was clear I’d done exactly the opposite. I tried to be mad at myself, but that was damn near impossible when he was so good at what he did.

We weren’t anything exclusive. It was strictly casual sex, neither of us interested in a committed relationship. Or rather, he wasn’t known for them and I knew full well I wouldn’t be the one to change that. I’d secretly hoped that he’d come around, that he’d ask for something more, but at the same time, I would be glad if he didn’t. Expecting Pete to change his ways was just my own foolishness clouding my judgement; relationships weren’t meant for him.
He’d made that perfectly clear directly after our first night together. Only ten minutes after we’d collapsed into the soft mattress, all heavy-breathing and pure exhaustion, he slipped out from beside me and gathered his things.
“You’re leaving,” I said simply, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice with indifference.

He was in the midst of putting his shoes back on, pausing as he glanced over at me. “Yeah,” he mumbled, resuming his work before grabbing his phone off of the bedside table, “That okay?”

All I could do was nod, because even if I hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. He would leave anyway, taking my resolve with him as he headed to his own room with an even bigger ego. As always, he’d managed to get his way, and with a girl who had vigilantly denied him over and over again, no less. My forced approval of his departure was all it took to have him walking out the door without hesitation. 

The bed didn’t seem empty without him, or any of those cliches. It just seemed sad, mocking almost, as if it was taking jabs at my weak succumbence. The more time I spent trailing my fingers along the spot where he lay just minutes ago, the more my body begged for sleep and my mind flared with anger. I was somewhat angry I couldn’t withstand Pete’s antics any longer, but I was even angrier I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.


What we had didn’t need to be discussed. It didn’t need to be revealed to the world, or anyone besides the two of us for that matter, and it didn’t need constant arguments over its meaning. We’d both accepted the situation for what it was, even if neither of us knew  what it was. 

That isn’t to say there weren’t occasional moments of confusion and senseless disagreements. The terms of being non-exclusive were simple- either of us could do as we wished with other people, and it didn’t require informing the other. It had been a consensus between us, and I stuck true to it at all times. I never asked about other women, though that was partially thanks to the stinging pain I felt when I thought of Pete with anyone else.

He, however, had a streak for moments of unhinged jealously. The most recent bouts occurred after he had caught me dancing with the rambunctiously flirtatious men out on the dance floor. Truthfully, it was completely innocent. I had no intentions to let the interaction go any farther than that, but Pete had seen it through his own eyes and his image was vastly distorted.  

“C'mon,” he growled, placing his hand on my back as he lightly pushed me forward and towards the exit.

“What the hell, Pete?!” I hissed, “What’s your problem?”

Up until we were out of the crowded, loud building, he stayed silent. Once we reached the beauty of fresh, new air and uncrowded space, I was preparing to rip right into him, until he pulled me to him and pressed his lips to mine roughly.
It wasn’t anything unusual, the kiss. We often shared intense, rough kisses like that one, but something just felt off. He refused to break it, his hands against my face tightly, almost as if he was afraid I would disintegrate had he let go. I had to be the one to pull back, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly down-turned. Before I could question him yet again, he leaned forward in attempt to reunite our lips into yet another electrifying kiss, but before he could, I stepped back. 

A deep, frustrated sound resonated from within him. “I don’t like seeing guys with their hands all over you.”

I sighed, a result of both annoyance and confusion. He was the one so hell-bent on staying as far away from commitment as possible, yet here we were outside of a club near-arguing over my playful actions with men I’d never see again. 

“You don’t get to insist on no jealousy,” I retaliated, “And then act like this every time I’m having fun.”

“So you were having fun, huh?”

“Yeah, I was! And you were jealous, weren’t you?”

He scowled, taking my hand as he led us to his car. “Were you havin’ more fun than you have with me?” he demanded, pressing me against the car door. 

“No,” I answered honestly, my arms folded in determination, “Why does it matter, anyway? We have rules to this, Pete.”

“I told you a long time ago you weren’t just another girl. Did you think I was lyin’?”


I was a fool for thinking things would drastically change following that incident. He’d made it clear there were feelings rooted somewhere within, but he made no effort to explain them or even confirm them. Whenever I’d brought up the subject, he brushed it off or insisted it was still the same relationship we’d agreed upon in the beginning. 

He’d have to be blind to believe that was the case. Things had changed, albeit subtly. Absentminded forehead kisses became a thing, as did frequent terms of endearment and compliments. The one thing that never changed was his absence. He’d never stayed, always leaving to his own room no more than twenty minutes after, abandoning me in discomforting darkness and silence. 

I could perhaps argue my case for certain circumstances, but I knew better than to ask him to stay. That was the only subject that remained untouched, a silent forbiddance we both acknowledged but never discussed. We were making some ground, slowly but surely, but to bring up his quick exits would destroy it all much too quickly. I had a feeling I wouldn’t want to hear the explanation, anyway.


Something told me these changes weren’t intentional, either. We were slowly inching our way into what was more than pure-physicality, and I had an inkling Pete’s new behavior went unnoticed by him. He more than likely didn’t think much of it and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

On one hand, I was elated that maybe, just maybe, we could eventually surpass our situation; on the other hand, however, I knew that was a long-shot. Even if we did become an official couple, who’s to say it would go as well as our current relationship? We were boundless in our actions, able to do whatever else we wanted to as long as we fulfilled each other’s desires first. Commitment was a foreign term to us, especially to Pete, and I had no way of being sure he’d like it. He didn’t like being restricted and I didn’t like being heartbroken. 

For now, though, I could get used to the distinct feeling of his lips against my forehead right before he left my room. And when he invited me out on a date (but not a date, according to him), although skeptical at first, I figured I could get used to those, too. Though, the first time he mentioned it, I couldn’t hide my surprise and he couldn’t hide his insistence that it wasn’t really a date. 

“Let’s go out to dinner, tomorrow,” he brought up suddenly, “You and me.”

Trying to suppress my shocked scoff, I let out an awkward breath of air. “You mean on a date?”

“Let’s not call it that. We're still what we were a couple of months ago, right?” he confirmed.

It took all the power in my body to nod my head, wishing so desperately that I could deny it. After all, we weren’t really what we agreed upon, breaking nearly all of the rules we’d set in place. 

Either I was terrible at hiding my disappointment or Pete just wanted some form of physicality, but when his hand reached over and rested on my thigh gently, I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same. And there was something about this touch, so featherlight and peculiar, that left me breathless.


He picked me up at seven, as promised. Neither of us looked especially dressed up, since it was just a casual outing, but seeing him and knowing we were actually heading out to do something together made him look all the more attractive. Apparently, he thought the same about me.

“You look amazin’,” he commented, opening the car door like a true gentleman. 

“I’m not wearing anything special. But, thanks,” I smiled genuinely, immediately taking my position as the radio-controller and changing the station, “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

The quick wink I shot him was all he needed to know that was an understatement. 

“Well, maybe I’m just sayin’ you always look amazin’.”

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, almost missing the sly smirk that painted his face as he admired his handy-work- always getting me to blush like a lovesick schoolgirl. “Guess that’s why you chased me all those times.”

My reminder of his past perseverance caused his jaw to set tightly, seeing as he despised when I used his own desperate actions against him. He didn’t like to be reminded that he made himself look like such a beggar, but he sure did like to remember that here I was, invested in him just like he wanted. It must’ve made him feel powerful; I knew a thing or two about his absolute need for power.


The non-date with Pete was going well, all things considered. He seemed awkward, shifting uncomfortably a few times and getting fed up with the menu, but since this was a completely new atmosphere for him, I let it slide. 

It wasn’t until the beautiful waitress made her way over to our table, beaming down at Pete and all but ignoring me entirely, that things started going south. That’s fine, I thought to myself. She could flirt all she wanted, even if it was incredibly rude considering she could clearly see me sitting directly in front of him. As long as I had his full attention for the night, I would sit back and enjoy her feeble attempts.

Truthfully, I didn’t think Pete had it in him to flirt with someone while out with me. I knew of his antics, but this seemed to be a new low even he couldn’t stoop to. That belief repeated in my head on a loop right until he decided maybe he could reciprocate the flirtation.

What began with lingering stares and smug smiles escalated to conspicuous compliments. At some point, I’d had enough. Standing up from my seat abruptly, I made a quick exit before realizing I had come with him. My only options were to stay and witness even more of his relentless flirting or wait for a taxi to arrive (which gave him plenty of time to follow after me). Before I could make the decision myself, loud footsteps behind me caused me to drop my arm and, consequently, my phone by my side. 

“What was that?” Pete asked harshly, standing in front of me with confusion and annoyance written all over his face. Either he was dense or even more an asshole than I thought- the latter seemed more probable though.

“What was that?” I laughed bitterly, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“What are you on about?”

I opened my mouth to speak, about to run through the night’s events in hopes he’d realize for himself what he did wrong, but I ultimately decided to walk away to rebel against him. Only about ten steps in, a firm hold on my arm left me stuck in place.

“Are you gonna take me home?” I questioned, staring at him sharply. If I started acting like I didn’t care, maybe I eventually wouldn’t.

“Is this about the waitress?” he concluded, voice hushed for whatever reason.

The second bitter laugh I emitted was purely unplanned, a true portrayal of how awful the whole situation was. And it wasn’t just because of the night’s events. Seeing him flirting with someone right in front of me gave me a tiny glimpse of what he was doing without me around and, for some reason, it hurt like hell.

“I was just havin’ some fun,” he assured, his eyes never leaving mine even when I tried to look elsewhere, “You know about havin’ fun, don’t you?”

So now he had resorted to taking obvious jabs at my previous actions. I hadn’t even done anything wrong and yet he still had the memory at the front of his mind. “Fuck you, Pete,” I hissed.

“Is that what you want? All you had to do was ask, love,” he chuckled, urging me towards his car as always, “You drive me crazy, woman.”


The night was exhausting and drawn-out, but so absolutely intoxicating. If I had gotten any more caught up in the thrill of it all, I’d have missed the mumbled confessions he didn’t stop from leaving his lips.

He didn’t say the L word, but it’s not like I expected him to. Even I couldn’t say what I felt for him was love. What he did say, however, was the closest thing to it.

“I wish we could be more.”

It was mashed in between other sounds of absolute pleasure and breathy obscenities, and I don’t think I was supposed to hear it, but I had. I’d froze for a moment, unsure of what to do or feel or think, but in a quick second I shoved it to the back of my mind, focusing on every other feeling coursing through my body. There would be endless time to ponder his words later.


Just as Pete was doing his habitual clothing-collecting and preparing to leave without much of a goodbye, his words from earlier registered. There was no time to wonder if I had heard him right, if my ears had played a cruel trick; he was about to leave and I was about to let him. 

I knew I had to get him to stay.

When he made his way to the bed to place a routine kiss upon my forehead, I whispered out a desperate request. 

“Just this once, please stay.”

Though it didn’t seem like much, he and I both knew it was a lot to ask for. Not once in all of our months of doing this had he ever stayed afterward, and not once had I asked him to. He stopped, frozen in place by my sudden plea. “I can’t,” he denied, shaking his head as he made his way to my bedroom door.

Following him, I watched his body pause right before he stepped out of my apartment completely. 

“Pete,” I warned, “If you walk out of that door right now, you better never come back.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, slamming the door behind him. 


Pete Dunne was a compulsive heartbreaker who never spent much time with one girl. I’d been lucky enough to even receive the time I had. Although we saw each other around a lot, we never spoke. He easily could’ve worked his magic to have me back with him once more, but he didn’t. It wasn’t because he got tired of me, it wasn’t because he wanted someone else, it wasn’t because I did anything wrong. It was simply because this was Pete Dunne and he would always have an irrational fear of relationships and a terrible habit of ruining good things and I was silly to even think I could change that.