Stiles laid back against the sheets, staring up at the uneven surface of the ceiling. The words fell from his lips before he could stop them, “Hey, Derek, have you ever kissed a guy?”
Stiles’ heart lurched as he realised what he had said.
Derek thought about it for a moment, lying still next to Stiles. He replied, “No, I haven’t. I have done some things - dancing at clubs, drinking with guys and some… intimacies - but no, I haven’t ever kissed a guy.”
“Have you ever wanted to?” Stiles asked. “Like, to see how it felt? To know whether you get that flutter in your stomach or that warmth?”
“I don’t know,” Derek admitted. “I guess it depends.”
Stiles rolled onto his side, his whiskey-coloured eyes meeting Derek’s gaze, his rosy pink lips growing closer as he said, “If I, a guy, were to kiss you right now, would you want me to?”
Derek wanted as Stiles’ lips quivered with his warm breath. He swallowed hard, losing himself in the golden depths of Stiles’ eyes.
“I guess it depends,” Derek repeated.
“On whether it means something,” Derek whispered. “On whether you like me or I like you. If not, then it’s just a kiss; it means nothing.”
“And if it means something?”
Derek’s heart beat against his chest, his ribs aching as his mind screamed at him to end the torment, lean forward and seize Stiles before he lost his opportunity.
“Does it mean something?” Stiles asked before Derek could. “If I were to say I liked you, would you-?”
Stiles’ question fell short as Derek cupped the back of his head and pulling him closer. He brought their lips together, shattering the tension as Stiles relaxed into the kiss.
It was a blistering warmth and a flutter in his stomach, but at the same time it felt so right; it felt normal, like this is how it should be.
After a moment, Derek broke away from the kiss.
Stiles rested his forehead against Derek’s their shaky breaths mingling and playing across their lips.
“I’d say it back,” Derek confessed.
A sweet smile lifted the corners of Stiles’ lips as he craned his neck and brought their lips together again in a tender, slow kiss.
Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.
So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…
You wake him up in the middle of the night and ask him if he likes likes you.
It was 2 a.m when you woke up your sleeping husband. He rolled over and slowly opened his eyes.
“What is it jagi? Are you okay?” He asked while pushing your hair away from your face.
You were nervous and you knew that you shouldn’t have woken him up but you… were having a moment..
Looking down you mumbled, “Do you like me?”
It was quiet for a moment before looking up to see him staring at you.
“Did you really just ask me that question? I mean it’s not like we’re married or anything.” He asked staring directly at you.
“I mean like… like.. me.” You interjected. He sighed and rolled over on his other side, “Goodnight WIFE.”
When he rolled over to ask you what was wrong you asked him, “Do you like like me?”
He looked at you and contemplated his entire life decisions.
“Did you really just ask me that question?” Do you not remember that thing we did when you wore a white dress.. and like.. we put rings on each others finger? Did you… just like forget that entire day?”
When you asked him that question in the middle of the night he took it personal. Like he hasn’t been showing you his love for you and he would be really upset about it.
“Of course I love you jagiya.. You’re the best thing thats ever happened to me. Thats why I married you. I don’t like you, I love you.” He said before kissing your forehead and wrapping his arm around your waist to cuddle.
When you had woken him up he was trying to figure out if you were being serious. He looked at you and tried to read your facial expression but he couldn’t.
“Uh… Do I like you..?” He repeated the question
You nodded and looked at him.
“Is this a trick question because it’s 2 in the damn morning and I’m not mentally prepared. I love you! I love you I love you I love you!!” He rushed out before throwing his body over yours and going back to sleep.
“Let me get this straight.. you woke me up in the middle of the night to ask me, your HUSBAND, if I….like you…?” He asked.
“Goodnight.” He cut you off before rolling back over and going back to sleep.
He’d be like Lay. He’d be worried that he wasn’t showing you how much he loves you and would be really sad with himself. He’d try to change the subject by joking around.
“I married you, you know what that means right? I love you.. like… alot….” He gave you a smirk before pulling you closer to him and humming you to sleep.
He ignored your question and just pulled you into his arms and held you. He knew you were just going through a moment and wanted some love.
“i love you more than you could ever imagine jagiya…”
“Do you like like me?”
He squinted his eyes at you. Looked at his wedding ring and then at yours.
“ Are you okay babe?” He asked while feeling your head with the back of his hand.
“I mean what kind of question is that, Mrs. Kim?”
“ Are you serious? Do I ‘like like’ you? You know what, No I don’t. I was sleeping and you woke me up. So no I do not ‘like like’ you.” He growled before turning his back towards you, mumbling “The hell is ‘ like like’? Girl know damn well I love her. Fuck. Waking me up for this shit.”
He grabbed your hand and pulled you so you were spooning him, kissing your hand and making you wrap your arms around his waist before falling back asleep.
The team rushed to the healing pods, just in time to see Lance stumble out, as if he were half asleep. Keith stepped forward, catching Lance as he began to fall forward. Lance cracked open his eyes, peering at Keith. “Am I…alive?” Keith pushed him back, causing him to stumble and almost lose his balance. “Yes, you’re alive! But not for long is you don’t answer our questions!” Lance looked at him with his head slightly tilted.
Lance looked behind Keith, noticing that the others were with them.
“Oh, uh, hiya guys! Long time no see, heh!” Keith snarled and grabbed Lance by the collar, pulling him right into his face. “Lance, if you ever pull something like that, I swear on Pidge’s laptop that I’ll kill you myself, got it?!” Lance held up his hands and nodded. “I hear you loud and clear. Besides, I never wanna go through that ever again.” Shiro stepped forward, clearing his throat.
“We’re glad that you say that, but we still have a few questions to ask you.” Lance quickly swallowed and cleared his throat. “Oh, uh o-okay. What questions do-”
“DID YOU REALLY CREATE THE BEX TAYLOR-KLAUS CODE?!” Pidge shouted, interrupting him. Lance’s eyes became as wide as saucers and he slightly paled. “W-what?” Pidge gave him a hard look. “Did you create the Bex Taylor-Klaus code?” “And the Shada Plan?” Keith added, crossing his arms. Lance continued to stare at them, until he nodded his head a murmured a small “…yes.”
“What?! You really created all those strategies and codes without any help? Lance, do you know what that means? To come up with plans like that, you’d have to be a-”
“A genius? A prodigy? A freak?” Lance’s eyes turned cold. “I’ve heard them all, but yeah. I created them on my own. But what I can’t seem to figure out is how you guys even figured all this out.” Lance peered at all of them, eyes landing on Hunk who had started to slightly rock on the back of his feet.
Lance and Hunk made eye contact for a few mere seconds and Lance had already figured him out. All Lance had to do was arch an eyebrow and Hunk cracked.
“I’m sorry, Lance! I told them about the notebook and what I saw and the pages of codes and the Shada Plan. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal because I mean, that makes you super smart, you’re like a real prodigy and a genius so-”
“Hunk! You’re rambling again.” Lance chuckled. Hunk wriggled his fingers, a nervous habit he had developed.
“You’re not mad?” Lance sighed and ran a hand across his face, slightly wincing from still being sore. “No. I mean, you guys were bound to find out eventually, right?” Allura tilted her head to the side. “But why wouldn’t you tell us right away?” Lance opened his mouth, but Shiro gently cut him off.
“Let’s move this to the living quarters, okay? Let’s all just sit down and talk it out.” The team nodded and made their way to the couches. When they made it, Lance plopped down, comfortably sinking into the cushions. The others took the opposite facing couch, leaving Lance by himself.
“Okay, this isn’t turning into an intervention, right?”
They answered him with silence.
“Geez, tough crowd. Alright, alright. I’ll answer all the questions you have.” Allura was the first to speak, repeating the same question she asked before. “Why didn’t tell us if your talent? Do you not trust us?” Lance rubbed the back of his neck. “No, no! It’s nothing like that. It’s just complicated. In the past, I was proud of my abilities, but when others found out, they would call me all kinds of names. Freak was their favorite. They made me think being different was a bad thing. So, I tried to be normal. Never told anyone, never stepped out of line. I was never bullied again.” Lance answered, ending with a slight shrug. Coran leaned forward, propping his arms on his knees.
“So, your abilities…what are they exactly?” Lance threw his legs on the couch, lying as though he were in a therapy session. “Well, basically I’m a prodigy at strategies. I can create plans and escapes route almost immediately. I can look at a strategy and tear it apart, seeing it flaws and making it better, or creating a plan that would destroy it. My brain sees the world as the puzzle, and it constantly creates ways to solve it. Because of that, I can learn things quickly, and have a photographic memory. That’s how I learned how to speak so many different languages.” Pidge rested her hands on the top of her head. “How many languages do you speak fluently?” Lance listed them off, lifting up a finger with each language. “Spanish, English, Japanese, Korean, French, and most recently, Galran and Altean.” The team gazed at him with wide eyes. Lance blushed and rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Really guys, it’s not that big of a deal. Anybody could-”
“Lance, don’t sell yourself short. What you can do is a gift, an amazing one at that. Give yourself some credit.” Keith spoke up. Lance blinked at him as his blushed spread across his face. Keith blushed slightly, crossing his arm and sinking back into the couch. There was a small moment of silence. Lance shook his head and sat up straight. “Well, if that’s all the questions, then I should really-”
“Oh no.” Shiro stated, leaning forward and staring at Lance.
“We’ve only just begun.”
Hmmm going for Pirates… Could you possibly write a cute ‘reader x character’ fic with (Captain) Jack where the reader is a mermaid/man in training and is learning how to lure men from their ships to their doom…but is failing…Like instead of singing something melodic they’ll rap or beatbox or something, or they’ll “try” to pose seductively on a rock and have seaweed blow into their face, and they’ll circle his ship, leaping out of the water like a dolphin just saying “am i doing this right, do you give up yet? am i winning?” to the point where the captain just sort of gives up and helps them learn how to do the mermaid/man thing right… I hope that inspires something <3 “
Word count: 699
A/N: I changed the request quite boldly, because I didn’t quite understand the request, but I hope you like this version!
It’s said that time heals all wounds, but that isn’t exactly true and
sometimes band-aids are all you have. You catch your boyfriend cheating
on you and Jimin is more than willing to help you forget him.
a/n: inspired by the drama suspicious partner, check it out if you haven’t already!
So here was my thing: I have OCD and the second I started writing this I had trouble. I’m gonna tell y’all that this shit fucked with my head, but I wrote it.
This was requested and it’s more of a short thing than anything else. I hope the requester likes it, :) x
Let me know what you guys think.
“Tom!” You yelled as you continued to slam the cabinets shut. “Tooooom!”
You heard some thumping on the stairs before you heard his voice call out to you, “Yeah?”
“Did you mess with my M&Ms?”
“You’re what?” He yelled back.
There’s a slight pause before he starts, “I’m pretty sure Paddy messed with them when he was over last week.”
You sighed a bit, “That’s alright.” You close the final drawer and head towards the living room. Considering Paddy probably didn’t mean to mess with the candies, you figured he’d probably thought it harmless to mix them together again. And even though you had spent the better part of an hour separating them into baggies by color, you figured there was some real childlike wonder to mixing things like that up.
You switched the channel on the television, sighing once more when your mind told you to re-separate them. After thinking about it for some seconds, you got up, walked to the candy drawer and pulled the bag out. You reached into the cabinet for 6 baggies, one for each color, and went to settle on the kitchen counter.
How would the RFA react to mc being pregnant with their kid? I love your blog btw. Thank you for looking at my request !
Clearly I had better ideas for the longer ones ^^”
And thank you so, so much!! <3
He’s in complete and utter shock
He’s in such shock that, for a moment, he forgets how babies are even made
“How did this happen??!”
“Well, when a man and woman love each other very much…”
“Shut up, Seven”
At that moment you kind of regret telling him in front of the rest of the RFA at a party
He’s still in shock even after you told Seven to shut up
You just stood there, waiting awkwardly for your husband’s response with the rest of the RFA members
He just stared off into space for a moment until it all finally sunk in
He was going to be a father!!!
Suddenly, happiness overcomes him and he starts to cry, hugging you so tight you could hardly breathe
He can’t believe he went from being the dorky gamer who’d never had his girlfriend at twenty to a veterinarian with the most beautiful wife in the world who was going to have his baby
Artifical insemination is hard
You’ve been trying over and over again, and yet you’d yet to get pregnant
After a lot of discussion, you and Jaehee decided that you would be the one to carry the baby, as she was going to continue to work
And Zen offered to donate his sperm!!
“You’ll get pregnant for sure; my sperm is supreme”
Your child is going to be beautiful and Baehee cannot handle it
Like there’s going to be a child that’s half of the two people she loves the most?? And it’ll be her son or daughter??
When you finally get a positive test result, both you and Jaehee are in tears
It finally, finally worked
Zen’s just like “i’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE”
He will never admit it to anyone else, but he immediately started to cry
He just wrapped his arms around your hips and just rested his head on your stomach and wept
You let him cry, tears falling from your own eyes as you gently stroked his hair
He’s so excited, so happy, that he’s going to be a father
A father with you
He was going to spoil the hell out of your kid
And he would never ever make the choices that his parents had; he would never lie to his children, even if it was only to protect them
Once he calmed down, he only had one thing to say
“Babe, do you know how good looking our baby is going to be??”
You’d been trying to conceive for a while, yet nothing was happening
The two of you were starting to think that one of you may have had a problem
It worried you, because you’d always wanted children, and Jumin was worried because he wanted to have a child with you
When your period was late, you told yourself not to get too excited
Instead of taking a test from the convenience store, because there was no way you’d be able to buy one without it getting out to the press, you decided to go to the doctor, since that would be a more accurate answer
When the doctor informed you that you were in fact pregnant, you began to cry
The first person you told was Driver Kim on the way home
Jumin was still at work, so you had the rest of the day to decide how you were going to tell him
Finally, you come up with a plan and call the head chef
When Jumin returns home, you’re there waiting for him with Elizabeth, dinner ready for him
Jumin looks at your choice for dinner, perplexed
Baby carrots, baby corn, baby back ribs…
He eats, and you sit there, waiting for him to put two and two together
He finishes and sees that you have barely touched your food, and he asks you what’s wrong
At this point, you’re completely fed up with your oblivious husband and you shout
The poor man is in shock
And he just sits there
Until finally, his eyes start to water and he comes toward you, enveloping you in a hug
You’re in tears as well
You both just sit there in happy silence for a moment before Jumin pulls away to look at you
“We need to start working on the nursery immediately”
“Honey, we don’t even know the gender yet”
He just stares at you
Then a wave of guilt rushes over him
No, no, no, he can’t be a father, he can’t do that to a poor baby
And the two of you weren’t married; you weren’t even engaged
He didn’t deserve to have a baby with you
And you definitely did not deserve to have a baby with someone like him
He doesn’t have much of a response, and it disappoints you
As the days pass, he starts to retract from you, but you’re not having any of it
When you confront him about it, he’s still distant and doesn’t make much eye contact
Your eyes start to water because you believe he doesn’t want to be with you and doesn’t want the baby
When he sees that you’re crying, he feels even worse than he did before
He tries to hug you, but you push him away
“If you don’t want this baby, then don’t touch me”
He feels at a loss for words for a moment, because he did want the baby, he just didn’t want to mess up the kid’s life
And he had no idea how to vocalize that to you
Finally, he says,
“You deserve better than me. Our baby deserves better than me.”
This was so difficult for him, and he knew that it was difficult for you, too
“I just want you to be happy, MC.”
“You dummy, I am happy! I’m happy with you! And our baby will be, too.”
He can’t believe that. You both deserved so much better than him
But he knew that there was nothing he could do to change the fact that you were pregnant
And honestly, deep down, he was so happy
So happy that he was going to have a baby with you
So he finally gave in, letting you know how happy he really was, and you couldn’t help but smile
But that smile quickly faded when your boyfriend said,
“Can we name it Honey Buddha?”
He doesn’t know what to say
He’s completely speechless
You hadn’t been trying to get pregnant, so this was a complete surprise
But he felt excited
He’d always thought that he was going to have children with Rika, and when that relationship had ended, he expected to have no kids at all
But then you came into his life, and that all changed…
He gets teary-eyed, thankful that you came into his life and saved him from all the darkness that had surrounded him before
Before, he never would have been healthy enough to take care of a child. But now, he knew that together, you two could do anything
He gets down on one knee, asking the question you’d been waiting to hear from him
“Will you marry me?”
At first, he pretended not to hear you
If he acted like he had no idea, he wouldn’t have to do anything about it, right?
But you repeated yourself, so he couldn’t act ignorant for very long
You feel queasy, and not because of the morning sickness
You had been terrified to tell Saeran that you were pregnant
He hadn’t even told you he loved you yet
But to be fair, you hadn’t said it either. You were too scared to, in case he didn’t feel the same way
That didn’t stop the two of you from going at it like rabbits though
And now look where you were
Saeran didn’t know how he was supposed to respond
You both just kind of sat there for a moment, on a park bench, in silence, until he finally decided to ask,
“Is it mine?”
You stand up from the bench, slack-jawed by his question. Had he really just asked that?
You felt hot tears in your eyes, offended by the fact that he’d ask you that question. You hadn’t slept with anyone else; of course it was his
“You’re a jerk!”
You spin around and take off, not even wanting to look at him. How could he even assume that it could have been anyone else’s? Didn’t he know how you felt about him?
You weren’t able to get far, Saeran grabbing your arm to stop you from going any farther. He spun you around to look at him, his green eyes boring into yours
You sniffled, the two of you just staring at each other before you finally admitted,
“Of course it’s yours.”
Saeran.exe has stopped working
He lets go of you and your arm drops to your side, and neither of you say anything. You think this is a good chance to try to run away again, but decide against it
Suddenly, he’s wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly, his face buried in your shoulder
You’re in shock; he rarely ever shows affection, especially out in public
You can feel your shoulder growing wet
You let him cry, knowing that acknowledging it would just embarrass him
You stroke his red hair and give him all the time he needs
Finally, when he looks back up at you, his eyes locks with yours as he grabs a hold of your shoulders
And he says the words you’d been waiting to hear form him
Lance noticed from a young age that he was different. He saw the world in a way that no one else did. Not like his brothers or sisters. Not even his parents. He saw the world like a maze. A puzzle. And his brain created ways to solve it. Strategies, plans, routes all raced through his brain. A prodigy is what they called him. Creating brilliant plans in a blink of an eye. They called him special. Lance however, never thought so. He was just a boy from Cuba.
It wasn’t until Lance received the letter from the Garrison that he started to believe that he was special. Lance and his family was shocked to say the least when they received this letter. Lance? In the Garrison? Of course he was always fascinated by space, with his glow in the dark stars splattered all over his ceiling, but he never wanted to use his gift to hurt others. He didn’t want to fight or be apart of the war. He wanted to stay with his family and watch them grow. Lance was about to disregard the letter when something caught his eye. If he accepted, he would get grants. The Garrison would pay him for the plans he created. He quickly looked around his Cuban home. Outdated kitchen and sinking floors with a crumbling foundation. He looked at his brother and sisters. All of them were wearing hand-me-downs, including himself. He looked at his parents. Dark bags under their eyes, wrinkles formed by worry about money. Always money. Lance loved how large his family was, but he knew if often come at a price. He knew, right then, what he had to do.
Being at the Garrison took some time to get used to. Although Lance was always busy studying and coming up with new military strategies to ensure his position, he managed to make friends along the way. His roommate, Hunk, became his best friend almost immediately and the two became inseparable. Then the duo became a trio when Pidge came into the picture. He was happy and trusted them, but whenever they asked what he wanted to do at the Garrison, he always lied and said he dreamed of becoming a fighter pilot. He didn’t want his new friends to take pity on him and his family because they were in such financial need. He had been bullied all his life for it, and didn’t want to risk others to find out and history to repeat itself. Lance was grateful for his status as a cargo pilot because he would never have to fight others or train to kill. He could continue to make new strategies and send all his funds to his family without getting caught in the middle. Everything was finally looking up for Lance and his family.
But of course, all good things must come to an end. Lance was promoted into fighter class.
(Never written a fic before and thought this might be an interesting prompt? If you would like for me to continue, please let me know! Comments/questions are welcomed!)
My favorite thing to do when someone at work is talking on their phone during a transaction is to ask every single question I can as loudly and pleasantly as possible. For example, this one bitch is on her phone talking to her friend about this new diet or whatever she’s on, and I’m trying to just get the sale finished but no, Stephanie on the other side of the line is more important. So I ask very loudly and chipper every single question I could. Would you like that in a large? No? How about an extra shot of espresso? Any flavoring? Anything to eat with that? Are you a member? Would you like to be a member? How do you spell your name? Let me read that back for you, and also repeat the order one more time to make sure I got everything. She was, understandably, pissed, but when she called the manager over (she’s actually the only one to do so) she didn’t have a leg to stand on, because I’m supposed to ask those questions. When she left i finished it off with a perfect retail smile and a “have a great rest of your day”
Quite so, you thought as you ducked for cover underneath the table, just in time for the door to explode open.
“Always something,” you muttered angrily, ignoring the screams of distress as you rubbed the irritated skin around a wound on your calf. “Always something happening in this place.”
From that whole spectacle with the Avengers down the road quite a bit ago, to that psychopath lizard on the news, to aliens destroying New York City a few blocks down. At the moment Midtown High was now being held hostage by some furious mutant - furious of what you didn’t know, you had tuned out his villainous monologue - who was going around exploding doors and shoving people against the walls, demanding to know where Spiderman was or he’d blow up the entire building.
You had no idea what he was going on about - you could barely even hear your own thoughts over the pathetic crying of that cheerleader in the corner - and just hoped that the whole fiasco would be over before something major happened. Why would Spiderboy or Spiderman or whatever be here anyway?
You suppose you didn’t have to think much longer when the spider himself, tight spandex and all, swung in through the window, kicking the villain into the hallway.
Another scream from the cheerleader.
“God help me,” You groaned, checking your foot to see if you sprained it as your classmates panicked, some calling 911, others having a breakdown. You swore you saw one kid piss himself. Literally.
The mutant - glowing eyes, ugly teeth - burst through the wall back into the classroom, crashing into desks, concrete flying everywhere. Spiderman followed closely after, dodging attacks, dancing around the small space with fluid motions like he was made to.
While that was happening, your classmates had bravely started running away through the now obvious hole in the wall (you forgot to mention, the exploded door had caved in earlier), all herding out like a pack of wild animals. You were about to follow their example and abscond the hell out of this situation, when a shout echoed behind you.
You shouldn’t have looked.
You really shouldn’t have. You should have legged it out.
But you did, and when you turned, you saw the mutant on-top of the friendly neighbourhood vigilante, mouth opened, teeth growing into long, sharp points to promptly bite his head off.
Three things happened at once.
First, your oh so heroic self screamed loudly, stepped back, and tripped on a piece of stray shrapnel.
Secondly, the noise distracted the mutant, giving the other mutant - the spider one you were rooting for to be exact - an opportunity to get loose and switch the position.
Thirdly, Man Spider (what was his name again-?) webbed his opponent’s hands to the floor, and turned his head in your direction, voice a weird mixture of tones into an accent you didn’t recognize, but for some reason felt familiar with.
“Cow! Throw the cow! Beside you!”
You had a moment of alarmed confusion, before it clicked and the adrenaline rushed in. You reached for the laptop with the cow-printed cover on the floor next to you, vaguely distracted by the sudden burning on your wrist where your mark was - looks like your soulmate was an egotistical crime fighting spider, great - and threw it with as much force as you could muster.
Spiderman slew a web, swinging the object out of the air and catching it, just in time for Mr. Sharp Teeth to break out of his bonds. He pounced and Spiderman turned swiftly, lifting the laptop up and using the momentum to smack it right into his head with a horrifying thump.
Everything was still for a moment, and then the mutant crumpled to the floor.
Spiderman relaxed but if anything you only freaked out. Just how strong was he?!
“Thank god,” Spiderman breathed, his voice still itching at a memory in the back of your mind. You took a noticeable step away from him and he didn’t have to read your expression to know that you weren’t amused. “Oh! Hi, yes, are you okay - you’re bleeding, that’s, uh, that’s bad.”
When you didn’t respond he followed your incredulous gaze to the criminal at his feet. You could hear the police sirens in the distance.
“Oh him? Don’t worry, he’s just unconscious-” He waved the laptop - the dented laptop, jesus christ- “- He’ll be fine. Probably. I think.”
When you still only stared blankly, he flexed his fingers, shifting nervously like he hadn’t just knocked a man unconscious. “Right, so the police should be here soon so you’ll be returned to your family-” The laptop broke in his hands. “-Shoot uh, woops-”
Your first thought was that your soulmate was an idiot.
Your second thought was that you might as well get this over with.
“Look you’re nice and all,” You interrupted. “But you’re not Peter Parker, and he kind of already owns my heart at the moment.”
There was silence.
The sirens grew louder, signalling that the fuzz would be upon the scene soon.
Then laughter rang throughout the room.
It was hysterical, wrung with disbelief as the masked hero doubled over on himself, holding his stomach.
You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but normally someone wouldn’t laugh after getting rejected by their soulmate. Do you need help or…?”
Spiderman giggled some more then took in a deep, muffled breath. You blinked and he was ripping the mask off, tufts of brown hair sticking to his forehe-
You have got to be kidding me.
Peter was still laughing, to the point where tears were wetting his cheeks.
“Do you know what you did to me?” He asked, dropping the fake accent he had been using, and you suddenly knew exactly why it had been bothering you, why it sounded familiar. It was the same voice of the guy that you’d been crushing on for three years. The voice of the guy who had no idea of your existence. The voice of the guy you had just unknowingly confessed to, discovered was a superhero, and also your soulmate, all in the same day.
What a time to be alive.
His hand threaded into his hair, clutching at the strands tightly. “Do you know what it was like seeing those words every day and being damn confused out of my mind?!”
Bright hazel eyes met yours, a cut on his lip. “’Not Peter Parker?’ You had me questioning my entire existence for years!”
Your mouth opened then shut. Multiple emotions flooded through you like a storm, but only one really stuck.
“You?” You repeated, your wrist itching, burning. You stomped up to him, ignoring the body on the floor and stabbing your finger into his chest. “What about me? A cow? Throw you a cow? Was that the best you could come up with?!
I’ve been up sleepless nights wondering what kind of situation would allow me to be in that position!”
“Hey, if you didn’t notice, I was kinda occupied!” He retorted, stepping even closer and throwing his hands up in the air.
“I’ve had that ridiculousness on my skin in all caps!”
“You made me think there was another me!”
“Even my mom made fun of it!”
He snorted, still a little delirious, but allowed you to grab onto his collar and drag him down to your lips angrily.
He broke away first, hands holding your face, relief and amusement and exhaustion swimming in his eyes. “Name?”
“Y/N,” You muttered, frustration still speckled in your tone, fingers digging into his suit-clad chest as you yanked him back to your mouth again. “And you better remember it.”
If Tony was being honest, it was kind of the worst having the team back.
The compound was loud, someone was always somewhere and he couldn’t seem to just sit and work anymore unless he was locked up in his lab, which somehow seemed like something of a punishment.
Tony found himself avoiding the common areas just so he wouldn’t have to engage in small talk with any of them. And he couldn’t hardly be in the same room as either Steve or Bucky, and he could tell it irritated Steve to no end. And Tony might have made a bigger deal than needed of getting up and leaving the room whenever those two entered, but he had always been petty to his core, and months of healing and growing closer with Thor certainly wasn’t going to change that.
Thor of course, was amazing, but in some unspoken agreement, they hadn’t said anything about their relationship, and weren’t physically affectionate around each other until night came and Thor would make his way to Tony’s bedroom.
But it had been a few weeks now, since the team had returned, and Thor had yet to initiate anything beyond just a kiss in bed, and Tony was feeling wound up and antsy and irritable because yesterday he’d walked in on Clint and Natasha kissing– when had they become a thing?– and Vision had developed this slightly creepy habit of simply phasing through walls and standing there to watch Tony without speaking, and wow did Tony find that annoying. And Wanda– well every time she flicked those cold eyes at him, Tony wanted to throw something at her, and he hated that. Hated it because he did want to forgive and move on and he just couldn’t seem to.
In fact the only person Tony could stomach being around was Sam Wilson, and that was because at the end of that very first evening, Sam had found Tony in the kitchen and just blurted out how sorry he was. And how he knew Tony had worked hard to get them home, and how happy he was to be back in New York, and that he knew this wasn’t going to be easy but he hoped eventually Tony would see him as a friend again.
Tony had looked up from his dinner in shock, then had reached out and shook the hand Sam offered, and that had been that.
Summary: Rhys and Feyre make a deal with Cassian during a drunken evening at Rita’s, and the next morning they are startled to find out that magic does not understand irony. Or jokes. And apparently does not care about the amount of drinks one has imbibed and it will take you seriously. AKA the body-switching fic!
Notes: I don’t know how many parts this will end up being; as many ridiculous situations as I can up with, pretty much.
Throwing her right arm across the bed, Feyre was startled to find
that instead of resting on a warm, familiar body, it met air. The edge
of the bed. She didn’t want to open her eyes quite yet, and so she felt
around for the sheets, trying to figure out how far the edge so she knew
how far she had to go until she fell off. This was not her usual side
of the bed, but she wasn’t quite surprised to find herself at odds with
She and Rhys had spent the previous evening at Rita’s, with Cassian,
Mor, and Lucien. She vaguely remembered drinking. Well, that was a lie.
There was drinking, a lot, and laughing, which always came from having
that group gathered. There were the usual dares, Cassian threatening to
tell the waitress that Mor had a crush on her if she didn’t do it
herself, Mor trying to teach Feyre how to dance. It was a failure, as
usual, but at least they all got a laugh, and they would leave her alone
for the next few months because hey, at least she tried.
Feyre assumed that she and Rhys had fallen into bed together at the end
of the night either too exhausted to figure out who normally went where,
or perhaps he had flipped her over there in some sort of
alcohol-induced sex game. Either way, she was fairly certain that she
had slept too long and Nesta or Amren would come barging in any moment.
The idea of rubbing either of them the wrong way when they had a full
day of work ahead of them was enough to make Feyre groan out loud.
The voice that came from her lips, however, was decidedly not her own.
It was deep, and although it was familiar, it was not supposed to be
“This is my job y/n, why can’t you just accept that?” Grayson yelled at me as we walked back into his apartment.
“Your job is not to flirt with other girls right in front of my face.” He stopped and turned around to face me letting out a deep, angry sigh.
“You are so delusional! I’m being nice, making them feel good but you would never understand that concept because all you think about is yourself!” He screamed in my face. The veins in his neck bulged and his fists were clenched. Tears welled up in my eyes.
“I understand you are trying to be nice but you take it way too far! Those girls are looking at me thinking “Oh my god he is flirting with us right in front of his girlfriend” they look so smug and I look like a complete fucking idiot for letting you do it!” I yell back at him, my voice keeps cracking because of how much I’m crying.
“You don’t understand, you will never understand! God, why did I think that making us official was a good idea, you clearly can’t handle it.” He blurted out, he looked up from the ground as soon as he said it. That cut deep. I turned around in place and started walking towards the door and walking out on this asshole who doesn’t leave me any room to make mistakes.
“No y/n I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. Please don’t go.” He said softly.
“Nice to know how you really feel, I hope you find someone who understands you and isn’t as sensitive as me. But I can guarantee you, you will never find someone who loves and cares about you as much as I do.” I said as I walked out and slammed the door behind me. I heard footsteps going towards the door but the door never opened like I hoped it would. I took a deep breath and kept walking. I kept repeating to myself ‘If it’s meant to be, he will come after you.’
I chanted this in my head all the way home. I sat down and stared at the wall. What the fuck just happened. It was so easy to blame myself and over think what had happened. Was I a little dramatic? Should this be something I have to put up with? So many questions flooded my brain.
No, I said what I wanted to say and I stand by what I think. If this is going to work we both need to be happy and I am not happy. I curled up in bed as it was quite late now and drifted off into a restless sleep. All I could think is ‘is this really the end?’
Any thoughts/fave moments on the new gaming vid? :^) bless us with your words pls
ahhhh god they just seemed so happy and chill in this video didn’t they? i enjoyed it quite a lot. it was unexpectedly funny in places and pretty typics bants for them and i loved that phil voiced pretty lengthy opinions throughout it. i also thought dan went out of his way repeatedly to signal his awareness of the audience gaze, making this an interesting video in that it was simultaneously more calm and less “produced” or over-performed but also v self-aware (whereas normally when dnp get super in their heads about recognizing that everyone is watching them they become v persona-y and overdone.) i’ve divided up my thoughts for each of them and thought i’d go sort of question by question (they are bolded)!!! i think in general there aren’t too many profound conclusions to be drawn from this video–the thing about their being super aware that this is going to go out to their audience of millions is that they become more restrained in saying anything actually illuminating about their more serious thoughts/feelings. but that being said there were obvi a solid number of noteworthy moments
the boy was so assertive and even sassy in this. i was excited. lil comments throughout like, ‘I’m a bit concerned that you’re seeing it as a brown circle .. new video: getting dan’s eyes checked,’ or ‘life isn’t grand theft auto guys,’ or just the way in which he delivers the ‘let me tell you my answer’ during the monkey question .. he was just so forthright in voicing his thoughts and taking no shit and i was rly loving it the whole time, bless him
when introducing the vid dan talks about how the audience will judge them but phil quickly follows with a reassuring ‘we’re learning things about each other’ and i thought that was interesting like he wants to insert that note of authenticity to push back against dan’s comment. i mean i rly doubt they’re doing this game to learn a single damn thing they don’t already know about each other but phil with this comment is trying to make us feel more like we are watching them do something genuine on a chill afternoon at home, instead of something that they are literally performing for us. cool cool
illegal firearm: good stuff. a lovely demonstration of phil’s ~lateral thinking~ and tendency towards constructing a fuller narrative for whatever info is presented to him.
i liked that he kept asking for more information and questioning dan w details like “how do i know they’re illegal” “whose drawer” etc. and dan tries to move on and end the speculative questioning but phil literally says “wait” to keep talking about the methods he would use to evade being accused of any crime if the firearm was in his own drawer.
also his voice is so northern here when he’s like ’then they’d know i didn’t touch it’ the way he says ‘touch’ yes good
the power to stop time: this one was mad interesting.
first of all. they’re not sleeping. phil only slept 5 hours. we’ve written so many posts about their being tired and rushed in their content bc they were churning out so many vids in the time before they left for australia but damn, to hear phil confirm he only slept 5 hours is p cray. it’s no wonder they were soooo ‘chill’ in this. they’re tired.
with respect to the actual question tho. i love phil asking ‘what is a pervy stuff’ and dan being so done w phils attempt at maintaining innocence. but then i also loved dan trying so hard not to smile when phil is grinning and clarifying that he doesnt mean that he doesnt know what a pervy stuff might entail but just that he needs to know ‘how pervy are we talking.’ lol dan is so amused and fond. then phil actually laughs so hard at dan saying ‘as long as u don’t leave a trace’ which is great bc phil’s unfiltered/genuine reactions to sex talk that aren’t trying to be revolted or unaware or uncomfortable are great.
phil’s actual real time go-to thought for what he would do with this power is sneaking into a locker room and he says it with a glaring lack of gendered pronouns. noted. in conjunction with his interest in abs this is very fascinating information to me.
and then dan is very insistent phil would do the pervy stuff even after phil states he’s going with disappearing from a convo. he signals it while phil is explaining his choice then even explicitly says ‘you tell the audience that.’
trapped in sewer: phil would lick a foot. dan needs us to know so he repeats it. ok sure fine
shitting when sitting: phil is a creative. the iron pants solution, king of innovative undergarments
mike tyson fight:
the synchronized ‘why would u let him win’ was cute.
dan saying ‘punch me dad’ is so chill now. like. no one gives any fucks. and phil is at the point where he literally agrees and says ‘guess that’s why’
i’m constantly shook about character development it’s starting to be unhealthy
visiting space: ok the first and only thing this made me question is whether we have ever heard phil utter the word orgasm. have we? i actually don’t think we have and i was laughing at how much he evaded saying it in the way he talked about this question. g-rated phil may be long dead but he’s still keeping things as clean as he can, given the circumstances. dan did not try and insinuate that phil is just saying moonwalking for the audience. so dan is fine saying phil rly wants to perv if he had the power to stop time, but he draws the line at insinuating phil wants to orgasm in space. good to know dan has (completely arbitrary) boundaries.
ah yes. the already iconic monkey question: several noteworthy lines.
p: i would spoon a monkey for sure. he didn’t miss a beat w that. confident statement of interest in animal intimacy from phil. splendid.
p: k-k-mar-kiss? i didn’t say kiss? d: that’s non-sexual it can be like a friendly kiss, a romantic one. interesting to me in that it confirms that dan draws distinctions between friendly (platonic), romantic, and sexual intimacy but that he also sort of equated platonic and romantic. on twitter he stated in a reply that he thinks friendly kissing is like a cheek kiss in greeting. its likely that romantic kissing is something more than that and more like the spooning and whatnot he suggested, but he lumps both of them into this category of a loving and intimate relationship. meanwhile sexual kissing is obvi ,, sexual kissing. but cool to hear a little bit about the way dan conceptualizes these categories
d: (about acting like a married couple) that could have a lot of drama and tears. you’d fight non-aggressively. i mostly think he’s using the common dumb jokes that society makes about marriage as being a loveless trap but also interesting that he went right to that dig and didn’t rly laugh about it or try to make it seem like a joke. he just said it and it’s sort of weirdly specific. ofc we can easily speculate that this might reveal some of dan’s thoughts about marriage or rly just his thoughts on a long term relationship bc it’s less about the institution of marriage. but i have doubts on whether that’s reasonable since, as i’ve been saying, dan is v aware he’s being watched and i doubt he’d take this as an opportunity to voice his thoughts about marriage and commitment and what is likely to happen when two people “act like a married couple”
d: i mean you couldn’t have anyone else in your life if you have this loving relationship. ah i love this one. dan confirming that whether or not sex is in the equation, a loving and intimate relationship would mean there would be no space for another person in phil’s life is just. good. unlike the marriage comment i do think we can analyze this one a bit further bc it’s almost a throwaway comment–it’s not the punchline or centerpiece of what dan is saying making it more likely to be a reflection of how he really feels. and it’s not a common thought to be honest, that if you’re in an intimate/loving relationship you can’t have anyone else in your life, meaning it doesn’t seem like some common joke he’s just repeating. i take it to mean that dan sees romantic love as a true marker of closeness and connection with someone–a closeness that you can’t and don’t share with other people whom you do not romantically love. and that that intimacy doesn’t have anything to do w the sex that you may or may not be having with the person that you love. what a romantic fuck. honestly spoken like a man whose best friend and long term romantic love are one and the same.
p: let me tell you my answer. i would spoon the monkey and watch some game of thrones and then go to bed in separate rooms. honestly, to me, this is the least interesting comment in this whole exchange. i know a lot of people think this sounds oddly reminiscent of dnp’s relationship or something but i genuinely think phil was in this scenario in his head. maybe he’s pulling from real life when thinking about the elements of being romantically intimate w someone that he could use for his example (aka spooning and game of thrones) but i think he’s rly thinking about the monkey and how not to spend too much time with it in this scenario, hence the sleeping in separate rooms addendum. idk. he’s talking about a relationship w a monkey yall i dont think he’s going to use that as a proxy to give us a thinly veiled clue about his day to day habits with his not-as-yet-confirmed boyfriend. mostly confused that a lot of people are treating it as “confirmation” that dnp don’t have sex lol
‘this is really going to say a lot about our personalities and you’re going to judge us.’ he opens strong with that audience awareness. it carries throughout the video.
house is on fire: probably the most interesting of the dan questions.
dan looks so uncomfortable as soon as phil inserts himself into this scenario by saying that he (phil) would be “all the people.” the sigh is so real bc dan clearly did not want to treat this like a serious question but phil framing it as dan needing to choose between his own life and a kitten’s life and phil’s life suddenly really ups the seriousness of it.
i feel for him. that’s honestly such a fucking difficult question to answer. i thought of the closest relationship in my life which is my sister and what i would do if she was like ha ha who would u save me or yourself and then having to actually think about both of those horrifying scenarios. either dan lives and has to live without phil or phil lives and has to live without dan and like jfc how r u supposed to pick or even try to take that seriously idk
i say all of this to add more context to dan’s answer and the sarcastic ‘bc the internet is watching,’ that he adds to it. i genuinely think dan was uncomfortable with this question and i also fully empathize with that so i think the sarcasm was added as a way to treat it more like a joke like ha ha i guess i’ll save u bc i’m a good person not ha ha i guess i’m picking this bc idk what to do since this question is horrific
‘everyone is inherently good,’ says phil. ‘or at least that’s what i want to believe.’ i always think the thing w phil+optimism is a bit overhyped but like damn if he’s rly out there trying to believe this, then that’s p cool and very very lovely
everything turns into gold: there was def a dan rant about physics or monetary inflation or something that got cut out of this question bc he yells about it being stupid then there’s a v glaring jump cut then he’s saying ‘in a universe where this makes sense,,’ lol idk whether to be relieved or intrigued about the fact we didn’t get to hear it
phil dead and he’s been hanging w the twin: i loved the bit when phil asks dan to ask him a question only phil would know the answer to and dan responds, essentially, that there isn’t a question he could ask phil bc ‘you’ve been fernando the whole time.’ dan is wrong lol the question doesn’t say that the best friend has always been the twin–just that the best friend died at some point in the friendship and was replaced w a twin, unbeknownst to dan. i love that dan can’t even entertain the possibility that phil could be replaced with someone at some point in their friendship like nope too outlandish it’s obvi just saying phil has been a person w a different name all along .. in which case, as dan rightly points out, there’s hardly a dilemma. it’s just that you didn’t know your friend’s real name. what is the point of that. lol. a cute and probably unintentional way of avoiding any of the emotional weight of this scenario and i love it
dan as pres: dan thinks he’d be good in the role of president. he probs would be ok
spider: i am very fascinated by the way dan leans kinda forward and mostly into phil at 9:04 when he’s talking about being a spider and exploring someone’s body. why did he do that. what is he doing idk
become a god:
making fun of lads and lad culture. i’m into it. i am always into them lowkey shitting on toxic masculinity. so funny.
again phil tries to insert himself in the scenario by saying that if dan chose to incinerate earth he’d be incinerating phil, but dan was absolutely not having it
overall they are cute and clever and good at knowing where to draw boundaries about the things they talk about but to do so in a gentle and natural way for the most part so this video was good and interesting but probs not revelatory but still very entertaining and funny and sort of soft in unexpected ways so i really liked it. i really like them xx
Summary:you were signed to work for Grant. Not to fall in love with his right hand man.
Word Count: 4.3K (sorry!!)
Warnings: a few small deaths, threatening bucky, scary bucky,scary Steve
A/N: you may have seen this before if you were following my old blog @caplanbuckybarnes i am moving all of my old works from there and putting them onto this blog. Feedback is highly appreciated, please leave a comment.
Bucky sighed heavily as he stepped out of the car and walked into the small diner, seating himself at the counter. Moments later, a beautiful broad walked over to him, a gentle smile on her face.
“Hiya,” she smiled. “What can I get for you today?” You instantly recognized Bucky as he glanced up from the salt and pepper shakers he’d been observing.
“Just a cup of coffee, please. Black, no sugar.” He ordered without giving the menu you had placed in front of him a second glance.
You nodded mutely and walked over to retrieve a white cup hanging above the draining board near the stove and brought it over to him and turning back around to retrieve the coffee pot sitting on it’s burner. Your hands shook slightly as you poured the coffee into the cup, causing a small amount to spill on the counter. You quickly apologized and turned around to retrieve a napkin, only to turn back around and see that Bucky had already wiped up the mess with the sleeve of his jacket.
“Accidents happen, sweetheart.” He smiled.
“You’re Bucky, right?” you asked, nervously fiddling with the napkin in your hand. “We met last night at Natalia’s bar.”
I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ON THAT FLUFF CHAPTER BUT NOOOOOOO, YOU GUYS WANTED FUCKING WHITE HAT //DIES (jk though the fluff chappy is on its way too eventually, this didn’t take me long)
As I mentioned before in the tags, this snippet doesn’t actually encompass the extent of how horrid WH is (in fact, it’s actually rather mild) as I really don’t know how to translate his horribleness to you without spoiling the whole thing, so uh. Here you go for now. (And on another note, this fic’s going to take a bit of setup with some other fics I’m working on, so it’s not going to be posted for quite a while)
(this is also going off that cool theory that BH can see out of pictures of himself sagdfhjkllhgf)
(You get a long snippet because it is a very long fic and won’t be posted in quite a while (this is also very rough and unpolished so sadfgdgh just ignore me))
To hear a knock on the door wasn’t unusual.
Well, unless there were no clients scheduled for that day. Then you had to be wary.
There were three delicate little taps. If door knocks could sound sophisticated, this was a perfect example.
Hell, Flug just happened to be passing by, blueprints under his arm. He wouldn’t have even heard it if he weren’t just on his way to the lab. The doctor’s head tilted slightly at the noise, then he gave the door a puzzled frown. That’s….. odd.
He approached slowly, contemplating whether or not he should set the blueprints aside and have his attack ray at the ready…. just to be safe, that’s exactly what he did. One hand held inside his labcoat and gripping the concealed weapon, Flug slowly opened the door. “Um… Hel-?”
His jaw dropped before he could even finish the greeting, eyes widening with confusion and shock.
The man that stood outside wore an outfit nearly identical to Black Hat’s, albeit the colors were reversed, and his skin was a much lighter grey, as well as having an oval-shaped monocle covering his right eye as opposed to Black Hat’s circular left. Instead of a tie, he wore an old-fashioned steinkirk cravat with a blue-gemmed brooch pinned in the middle, identical to the gem at the top of that marble-looking scepter in his hand. And were those fucking swan feathers in his hat? Who the hell is this eccentrically dressed doppelganger?
The man shot Flug an overly cheery grin, baring pointed fangs that would’ve been perfectly white if not for that bluish tint. “Ah, hello, my good man! Top of the morning to you!” He bowed slightly and removed his hat in greeting, revealing a smaller hat underneath. “Do tell me, is Black Hat around? I was dearly hoping to see him today!”
“….. Uhhh…….” Flug found himself unable to come up with a response, momentarily struck dumb. A million questions flooded into his mind. Who is this guy? What is he doing here? Is he dangerous? Why does he look so much like Black Hat? How do they know each other? Why has Flug never heard of him before? So many unanswered questions.
“Left you speechless already, have I?” The man chuckled, taking a step closer. Flug’s grip on his gun tightened in response. That was an exact phrase he’s heard from Black Hat. Was that coincidental?
Not taking his eyes off the stranger for even a second, Flug stepped back, calling down the hall, “Mr.Black Hat?”
“What is it, doctor?” Came the distant response from Black Hat’s office.
Flug watched the stranger carefully as Black Hat’s voice became heard, and he did not like the way his expression twitched upon hearing him. It was just a momentary slip, but something tells the scientist these two aren’t exactly friends…. “There’s… uh…. someone here to see you….”
“What?” He must’ve poked his head out the door, because his voice was somewhat closer now, and the hint of suspicion in his tone became clear. “Who? I wasn’t aware of any meetings booked.”
“I, um, don’t know who….”
The click of shoes could be heard as Black Hat made his way down the hall, and the stranger stood taller in anticipation, probably oblivious to how fucking smug he looked, Flug figured, frowning.
The first thing Black Hat saw was Flug’s guarded stance, taking immediate notice of how he looked ready to whip out a weapon at a moment’s notice. Wasting no time in striding to the doctor’s side, his suspicious glare turned to the source of Flug’s wariness. “Who–”
His entire body went stiff. The first look on his face was one of utter shock, before twisting into a look of anger, fangs baring in a hostile snarl. “White Hat.”
“How do you do, my friend!” White Hat chirped, tipping his hat again. “It’s been far too lon–”
“…….. Rude.” He commented to himself, face inches from the now-closed door.
“Sir….?” Flug said quietly, more confused than ever. “What was that about….?”
Black Hat was fuming. There was literally smoke swirling around him as he paced back and forth, mumbling to himself. “That… That thing…. has the audacity to show its face around here–! What could it possibly want–!?”
There was a polite little couple of knocks, and the demon looked about ready to laser-vision the door to a crisp. With great disgust in every movement, he actually opened the door, much to Flug’s surprise.
“Hello again!” Came the cheery voice. “Going to actually let me talk this time or–”
“…. Why did you open it again if you were just going to-?” Flug’s cut his question off when more knocks came, and Black Hat held up a finger signalling for him to wait as he turned to open the door once more.
“Did you really just open the door to slam it in my face again?” White Hat questioned, arms crossed and foot tapping, unimpressed.
“Why yes, yes I did.” Black Hat replied with a shit-eating grin. “Far more satisfying the second time, let me tell you.”
“Well.” The second eldritch said, tapping his scepter on the ground and leaning back, returning to that irritatingly smug expression. “If you’re done playing games, I would like to take a gander at some of your fine merchandise.”
“Our merchandise.” Black Hat repeated, skepticism written all over his features.
The doppelganger seemed to anticipate his suspicion. His grin widened. “But of course! You are the best of the best, aren’t you? I would expect nothing less.”
“We don’t sell to heroes.”
Hero? Flug almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was tempted to interrupt, ask for an explanation, but something made him bite his tongue. He wanted to see where this would go.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not your typical hero now, then is it?” White Hat went on, persistent. He took a step closer, Black Hat pulling the door inward slightly in suspicious response. “Now, how would it look from a professional standpoint if you turned a customer such as myself, hmm?”
“I have no qualms about turning away such trash, actually.”
“Oh, but I–”
……… ……….. ………..
“What a child….” White Hat commented judgingly under his breath. Once more, he knocked.
Sigh. He’s not going to give up so easily. That much, Black Hat absolutely knew.
“Sir….?” Flug said hesitantly, stepping towards the obviously-frustrated demon glaring at the door. “Shouldn’t we just ignore him now….?”
Black Hat took a deep breath. “……. It’s not that simple.”
There was another knock, and Flug’s boss groaned in frustration.
“Let me guess.” The lighter eldritch said in a flat tone as the door finally opened just a smidge, “More satisfying the third time?”
“Immensely so.” Black Hat grinned hatefully from the crack in the door. “Which means you should realize that you are not welcome here.”
Before the demon could close the door one final time, White Hat stopped it with his hand.
“Tut tut, don’t be that way.” White Hat’s voice took on a new level of eerie hostility, as did his face, though both still held their dominantly ‘polite’ tones. He leaned in as close as he could, staring Black Hat directly in the eyes. “I’m being generously civil as of this moment, my dear Black Hat. But I have a limit to my patience too, you know.”
When all he got in response was that mistrustful narrow-of-the-eyes, White Hat’s grin grew impossibly larger. “Just let me in, Blackie.” He continued. “Surely it would be better than the alternative. Our little spats can get so dreadfully tiresome, after all, and surely you wouldn’t want to damage this absolutely wonderful house!” He accented the comment with a wave of his arms, patronizingly admiring the building aesthetic. “I am not leaving until I get what any other customer would get, and if I have to resort to violence, I can’t guarantee that there wouldn’t be any….” His visible eye flicked back to Black Hat. “…. casualties.”
There was a dangerous flash in the darker demon’s eyes. One that almost seemed intent on cutting the other’s throat.
….. But are the repercussions worth it? He certainly doesn’t want to start anything here of all places.
He almost glanced back at Flug, but stopped himself as to not tip off White Hat. The villain bit his tongue in frustration.
“……… You are here to browse our products?” He said finally, voice low and eyes narrowing to slits. “Nothing more?”
“But of course! What more would I possibly need from you?” White Hat chirped, all too happy with himself and twirling his scepter in hand.
“……………. What more, indeed………” Black Hat growled under his breath. Reluctantly, he stepped back and pulled the door all the way open so his counterpart could enter. Aside from Flug’s jaw hitting the floor in shock, the doctor remained deathly silent.
This can’t be good.
“So!” White Hat chirped again, almost bouncing in his tracks as he strode inside like he owned the place. His gaze flicked to every picture, every piece of furniture, every detail he could soak up in as little time as possible. He then clicked a heel and gracefully spun around to face Black Hat and his scientist. “Where might you keep your best products?”
Black Hat snorted. “Have a little patience, will you. I need a word with my employee first.” He added under his breath, “You did come in uninvited after all….” With that, he led Flug down one of their many hallways, leaving White to mingle in the entryway.
Flug’s confusion was ever growing.
“Oookay, Mr.Black Hat….” He whispered as he was being ushered just out of the other demon’s sight, Black Hat glancing around the corner one more time to make sure White stayed put. The lighter eldritch had taken to 'admiring’ one of Black Hat’s self-portraits. Good. Whether or not he knew Black Hat could see out of the image’s eyes was uncertain, but as long as the villain could keep tabs on him, he felt somewhat calmer. “W-What is going on?”
The doctor’s inquiry grabbed his attention. With a frustrated sigh, he faced him. “Look. I cannot explain everything to you right now. But that thing…..” He made a vague gesture in White Hat’s general direction, “Whatever it says it’s here for, it’s not here for that.”
Black Hat caught glimpse from the portrait of White Hat waving at it, indicating awareness of the little 'spying’ trick. The supervillain could only groan again in his annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose area. “Flug, we must be careful.”
“Are you saying he might attack…?” Flug asked, quirking an eyebrow slightly.
“Ehhh….. I don’t think so……. Not now, at least……” Black Hat grumbled, casting wary glances down the hall. “Not its style to strike right away….. but I want you to have this, just in case.” Reaching into his coat, Black Hat pulled out a pocket-size standard picture of himself and handed it to Flug.
“Charming, but I already have one in my wallet.” Flug joked as he took the photo.
“Just…. Keep it out of sight, but somewhere you can easily pull it out should you need me and I’m for any reason not nearby.” He looked down, and his voice lowered darkly. “I… I would just feel far better if I know I can keep an eye on you…”
Flug was about to make some joke about Black Hat worrying too much, but judging from that look on his face, maybe now wasn’t the best time…. “…. Okay.” The scientist said quietly, slipping the picture into his pocket.
With a slow nod, that seemed to make the demon slightly more at ease. “Good.” Turning again to head back towards that pain in the neck, Black Hat said, “We’d best not keep it waiting. The sooner this is over with, the better…..”
“So this lab of yours…” White Hat chatted as they walked, Black Hat placed firmly between him and the scientist he was speaking to, “… you keep your inventions there?”
“J-Just a small assortment of our better-selling ones, to have handy for customers looking for our best works. Like yourself.” Flug replied, keeping his tone as polite and professional as he could. “Y-You did say you didn’t want anything big, right?”
“Yes yes, just looking for something small and easily portable.” White Hat smiled back. “I’m sure I’ll have a better idea of what I want when I see the selection.”
“And what of you, friend?” The creature chirped, suddenly slinging an arm around Black Hat’s shoulders. “You’ve been awful quiet!”
At the contact, Black Hat went completely rigid for a split second before giving a fierce growl and pushing his arm away. “I have nothing to say to you.” He snarled, “I just want you in and out of here as quickly as pos–”
Demencia’s voice cut through one of the hallway intercoms, quieting the trio. “We’ve got a few customers here demanding to see you. Something about a product you sold them not working properly or malfunctioning or something? I know you usually like to be the one to handle stuff involving company guarantees, sooo…..”
Black Hat was dead silent for a full ten seconds at least. Slowly, he turned to White Hat. “When this day started, we were supposed to get no guests today.” He spoke quietly and suspiciously, eyes narrowing, “Now we have two unexpected visitors dropping by mere tens of minutes between each other. Why do I have the sneaking feeling that you have something to do with this supposed 'malfunction’?”
“Me?” White Hat chided, acting confused. “How am I to know? You’ve never been good with feelings, dear friend.”
At this point Black Hat looked about ready to sever this guy’s head from his body. But before he could get another word in, Demencia spoke up once more. “I’m still here, you know.”
Again, the demon hesitated, eyes locked onto White Hat. “…….”
“You’d best go deal with that.” White Hat smiled, looking ever-so-innocent. “Breaking guarantees on big-name products like yours must be a pretty big deal, after all. I’m sure your fine doctor can assist me on his own.”
It is a big deal. Their products have a 99% success rate. So what are the chances of one failing on the same day White Hat just happens to drop by?
Once again, he hesitated. It would be important to see these unsatisfied customers right away, but…
The villain glanced at Flug warily.
“It’s okay,” He said, playing it off as casual while also very subtly patting his pocket. “I can finish up helping this one. You’d better go sort that out.”
“…………………… Fine.” Black Hat growled reluctantly, stepping back. Casting White Hat a pointed glance, he snapped sharply, “I will be back as soon as possible.” With that, the demon was off in a puff of smoke. He didn’t like this one bit.
Flug watched him go, nodding, then turned his attention to White Hat. Admittedly, with Black Hat suddenly gone, the unease that came with this mystery figure suddenly felt far more apparent, but the doctor at least managed to conceal that well enough. Straightening his back, he gave another polite smile. “Well, my lab’s only a few more doors down. Just follow me.”
“As you can see, we’ve got quite a fine selection to choose from.”
Flug had laid out a series of small, intricately-designed devices on one of the lab tables to display for White Hat. A Liquiflux, disintegration ray, smoke bombs, all sorts of things. The eldritch had been looking over each one thoughtfully, picking one up, examining it, then placing it down to see another one while Flug described each one.
“I specialize in handrays of sorts, one of our most recent big successes being the gravitational distortion ray…” Flug explained, gesturing to the device in question, “Of course, most of our merchandise is, uh, villain-oriented, b-but I’m sure you could find something for whatever suits y-your needs, and–”
“You’re quite passionate about your work, aren’t you?” White Hat spoke up suddenly as he examined one of the smoke bombs.
“…. U-Um. Yes?” Wouldn’t that be kind of obvious?
“It really shows.” White Hat cast him a fanged grin. “Your inventions are really quite impressive.”
“Ah, t-thank you…”
White Hat looked the doctor up and down. Time to do some reactionary experimenting.
“You really should expand your horizons. It’s a shame all that brilliance is confined to this one little company.”
Flug could feel his muscles tense. He had to fight to keep himself from fidgeting with his fingers. “I-I, um, I like where I’m at. If you, uh, if you wanted to talk about the products–”
“What are you doing after work?”
White Hat stepped forward, giving him a devilish grin. “Perhaps you would let me take you out to dinner. We could talk more about science, business, whatever you want… Maybe I could even offer you a position among my own ranks. I would be blessed to have you.” That last part was added with a wink.
Now the scientist felt a spark of annoyance, on top of surprise. Is he serious? What kind of a person just asks something like that out of the blue so randomly?
Flug immediately stepped back in response to White Hat’s advance. “With all due respect, I do not fraternize with customers.”
“But you fraternize with employers, now don’t you?”
At that, the doctor’s whole body stiffened. Eyes narrowing, he took another step back and looked away, gaze falling onto the inventions displayed on the table. “If you are not interested in discussing the merchandise, then I must ask you to get out of my lab.”
White Hat only became more pleased with each passing second. He found he was quite enjoying poking at the doctor’s nerves. “Oh, but I’m very interested in the merchandise. As such, you can’t even imagine how fascinated I must be with the brilliant mind behind it all.”
The demon drew closer, a strange look in his eyes that made Flug feel all that much more uneasy. “Blackie made a smart move, recruiting you.”
When White Hat reached out a hand to lightly feel Flug’s bag, the doctor completely froze. Reacting almost immediately, he batted the other’s arm away in a heartbeat.
Okay. If this guy is anything like Black Hat, Flug knew he wouldn’t stand a chance if this turned into a physical confrontation.
But he knew one invention that might be a saving grace.
“My, my.” White Hat chuckled, voice like silk. “So he has a bit of fire after all.”
White Hat made another move towards him, and Flug reacted as quickly as he possibly could, reaching for the Liquiflux on the table.
Not quick enough.
This creature’s reflexes were lightning fast, and he slammed his hand down on Flug’s before it could reach its target.
“White Hat. Let go of me.” Flug demanded, glaring at the eldritch pinning his arm down. He hoped the other couldn’t smell fear like Black Hat could, nor hear the pounding of his heart as panic started to grip him with icy claws. But most of all, Flug hoped the demon had not noticed his free hand subtly slipping into his pocket and pulling out a small photo.
“Now now, you’re not being reasonable.” White Hat purred with amusement, “I was just having a friendly talk, is all. You were the one reaching for a weapo–”
He halted his statement when he felt knife-like claws gripping his shoulder.
“Weren’t you just leaving, White Hat?” Black Hat’s harsh voice asked, a rhetorical question of course, and with a very strained grin that clearly portrayed his strong desire to tear his counterpart to shreds.
White Hat glanced over his shoulder. Black Hat almost seemed to be shaking with rage. How hilarious.
Now’s not the time to provoke him, though. That can wait till later - this is just a test run, after all.
“Ah, yes.” The lighter demon said, brushing the furious villain’s hand off his shoulder like dust and letting go of Flug in the process, Black Hat immediately positioning himself between them. “In fact, your doctor was just showing me what I should purchase.” He reached for the Liquiflux, exchanging it for a rather large wad of cash that had been concealed in his coat, then handed the money to Black Hat with a grin. “This should be more than enough to suffice.”
Black Hat knocked the money right out of his hand and onto the floor, bristling with rage. “Just get out.”
One glance at the scattered bills. One glance at Flug. One glance at Black Hat. “…… As you wish.” He replied smoothly. “Thank you for your services.”
At that, the lighter eldritch finally took his leave. Out the window in a form of cloud-like smoke, mind you. What’s with eldritch demons and the smoke thing?
Black Hat took a long, tense deep breath in, exhaling just as slowly as he tried to keep his rage in check. Very slowly still, he turned to Flug, glancing at his arm. “Did it hurt you?”
“Ah, no– W-Well, I mean, not badly–”
Flug stopped mumbling as his boss carefully took his arm, rolling up the sleeves to see the dark bruises his counterpart left behind. The demon shivered as he again pushed down the urge to completely rage.
“…..Black Hat…..” The scientist said softly, concerned. “….. Who– What exactly was that?”
“………… It’s a long story.” Black Hat growled quietly, eyes narrowing. “They never should have called upon a demon to do a hero’s work.”
A/N: This one is so cute, I love it :3 It was requested by anon, for 5, 9 and 46 with Steve, so I hope you enjoy!
Remember that while drabbles are CLOSED, prompts/one-shot requests are still OPEN in case you want to request anything specific (though I do not do smut).
“You’re not actually going on this mission?!” Steve’s voice from behind you made you turn. He was already dressed in his suit, shield on his back. You had just finished pulling on your fingerless gloves, flexing your fingers as you debated the best way to answer.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” You said after a moment’s pause.
“It’s dangerous!” He protested, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. You loved Steve, you really did, but he could be ridiculously overprotective.
“It’s my job, Steve,” You said, shoving your guns into their holsters that hung around your waist. “Besides, I’ll have all of you to watch my back.”
“Yes, but -” He started, and you cut him off.
“No buts. I’m going. I can’t just sit out of a mission because my boyfriend thinks it’s too dangerous,” You said with a sigh. “For one thing, Tony would never let either of us live it down.”
“Y/N, I’m just trying to keep you safe,” He pleaded.
“Just because I’m not superhuman doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself, Steve,” You said with a shake of your head. “Everything will be fine.”
He frowned, unconvinced, and you kissed his cheek as you passed him. “I love you.”
“You don’t have to,” He mumbled.
You turned, brows furrowed. Had you heard him correctly? “What did you say?”
“You don’t have to love me,” Steve repeated, louder now.
“Of course not, but I do. Why would you say something like that?” You asked. He shrugged, and you narrowed your eyes. “Was it something Tony said?” His lack of response answered your question. “Ignore him, Steve. Tony’s an ass.”
He nodded. “Alright. This just makes me want to keep you back here more. Please don’t go.”
“Still going, Steve!” You sang, grinning at him.
He sighed, wrapping you in a hug. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything were to happen to you. You’re my world.”
“As long as you have my back, Captain, nothing is going to happen,” You said with a smile.
He chuckled, bending down to give you a sweet kiss. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” You said, blushing. “Now, let’s go save the world.”
summary: in which fred meets the grim reaper — someone who guides the people after death, leading them towards the afterlife.
a/n: got this idea from a korean drama entitled goblin! lol, idk if anyone of you is familiar with it but anyways let’s just get going to the imagine 😂 (p.s. this imagine isn’t so sad just because of the title, i wanted to make it light but idk, you guys decide lmao)
The young lady seemed out of place in a crowd filled with people covered in dust, dirt, sweat, and even blood. She was standing among them, completely unnoticed despite her foreign clothing — an elegant black dress that fell just below her knees, a coat over her shoulders bearing a similar color. Her hair was blowing softly against the wind, and a dark fedora hat was worn on her head.
Taking low and quiet steps, she passed along the countless families mourning over their loved ones’ death. She nodded at a colleague who was talking to two people, one with scars on his face and another with peculiar colored hair. They seemed to be in a frantic state as the man before them explains that they are no longer alive, and if they follow him, he could help them.
“Is she — Is she — ?” the woman asked, glancing at the girl in wonder when she momentarily stopped beside her old friend, eyeing her from head to toe.
The man shook his head. “No, she’s not dead. She is here to help the others like me; she is also a Grim Reaper.” he flickered his attention to the young girl and returned her nod from earlier. “Well, I suggest we should get going now, Mr & Mrs Lupin …”
They followed him sadly and Y/N watched as they suddenly evaporate into black smoke. She then sighed, looking once more around her surroundings, feeling depressed by the atmosphere crowding her. It seemed that even though she has done this countless of times, the thought of once again explaining to someone that he or she is dead was something she didn’t look forward to.
Gazing forward, Y/N spotted a red-haired boy with a tall built, staring at his own family and corpse with wide eyes. She started to grab a card from her pocket as she approaches the young man who was in obvious shock at what he was seeing. She noticed that he was particularly staring sadly at a boy who bore the same face that he had, the said boy holding onto his mother in a horrible state.
“Fred Weasley, twenty years old,” said Y/N as he snapped his brown eyes towards her direction in surprise, her attention on the card she was holding. “born on April 1, 1978; died on May 2, 1998. Cause of death is an explosion.”
He stepped back cautiously. “W-What?”
She looked up at him, keeping the card then. “It’s nice to meet you, Fred. How are you?”
“How can you ask me that after saying the date I died?” he exclaimed.
Y/N smiled a little bit. “Sorry, I’m not really good with small talk.”
“Am I — Am I really dead?” he choked out, ignoring what she just said.
Y/N paused for a moment and nodded slowly, Fred running his fingers through his hair in disbelief. “And who are you supposed to be?” he then questioned, gesturing to her.
She folded her hands in front of her. “I don’t think you’ll believe me if I tell you, considering how I look and how you’re so young.”
“As you just said a while ago, I’m twenty. That’s not young.” defended Fred. “I mean, I look older than you are, at least.”
“I have never found a soul as talkative as you are.” Y/N tilted her head to the side, an amused smirk appearing on her red lips. “But to be fair, you are not entirely wrong. Shall we go for a walk?”
Fred did a double take on his family, his parents and siblings who were still crying over his dead body. He frowned. “Can’t I just stay here?”
She followed his gaze. “The more you stay. the more it hurts.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, does it? Now that I’m d-dead.” he closed his eyes momentarily and Y/N could see that he was trying to suppress a sob. “Bloody hell, mum, dad, Ron, Ginny, Percy, Bill, Charlie — George, no.” he slowly crouched down, his hands holding onto his head as if the idea of him really dead was only now sinking in.
“Fred,” called Y/N softly, stepping closer.
He did not turn though, he was still close to the ground. Y/N frowned when she finally heard his sobs. It was one of the things she was supposed to get used to in collecting souls, but there was something about his cry that broke her heart. He was indeed too young to be dead — but age really didn’t matter when it came to dying. Even newborn babies had to die without really living.
She sighed. “Fred, it will be hard to accept but it is what it is.” said Y/N.
He slowly lifted his head up, “Y-You’re the Grim Reaper.” he breathed out, his voice still laced with doubt.
"I am.“ she furrowed her eyebrows. “You figured out faster than I thought.”
"How could I not? With what you’re wearing and everything.“ Fred hastily wiped the tears away, taking his time into standing up once again.
"Very observant indeed, just as what I’ve been told. You run a joke shop with your twin brother, right?”
"Yeah,“ he sniffled. “though I’m not sure who’s going to accompany him now that I’m gone.”
Y/N’s frown deepened as she reluctantly extends a hand out. Fred stared at it in question, Y/N biting onto her cheeks.
“The more you stay, the more it hurts.” she repeated.
"And I told you, it doesn’t matter because I’m dead!“ shouted Fred in exasperation.
"You are dead, and yet, your soul is still capable of feeling. I know you don’t want to leave your family, I understand, I really do. But you can’t stay here forever — unless you’ll want to be like Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington who whenever our paths would cross, would ask me to take him back to the Boss.”
His forehead wrinkled. “Boss? You mean — ”
“The Creator.” finished Y/N, dropping her outstretched hand. “He’s the only person who’ll decide whether you’ll rest in peace or burn in hell. And I am supposed to be taking you to Him right now, so it’ll be appreciated if you’d be cooperative.”
“Wait, you tried to collect Nearly Headless Nick?” asked Fred.
Y/N was growing impatient. By far, he was the longest soul she has ever came across with. Usually, it’ll be easy to persuade them and join her to a trip to the main office as what in the same field of work call it; but with Fred, it looked like she needed to do some more explaining to make him understand.
“But he’s like 500 years old!”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Looks shouldn’t deceive you. Haven’t anyone told you that?”
“I guess so.” murmured Fred, finally advancing beside her, sniffling softly again. “Can living people see you too?”
Y/N placed her hands inside the pockets of her coat. “If I let them. Why do you ask?”
"Tell my family that I’m going to be okay and they shouldn’t be sad about me because it wouldn’t be what I would want.“ answered Fred quickly, the words spilling out of his mouth in a fast pace. "J-Just promise me, please.”
The Grim Reaper nodded curtly.
“Say you’ll do.” repeated Fred. “Give me your word and I’ll willingly go with you now.”
"I promise.“ said Y/N then. "You fought a battle that it worth fighting for, and you have died in an honorable way. You will be missed and never forgotten by those who have loved you truly, Fred Weasley. I will pass the message that all you wish is happiness to those who mourn after your death.”
He had a hard time processing everything she just said, though with one last look towards his family, Fred sighed.
“Okay, let’s go.” he said.
She stared at his eyes and saw how broken he was. She was too familiar with the emptiness she always sees whenever she collects a soul, that as she bowed her head down slightly, she uttered the words she never fails to say to the one who surrenders himself completely.
With a small smile, she spoke. “You will find peace in your heart someday and once you do, they’ll feel it too.”
A similar black smoke surrounded the pair and then the next second, they silently vanished into thin air.