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confessionsof-a-writing-freak · 3 years

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I Don't Wanna Be a Memory

Summary:

And it isn’t your fault! It’s not! You don’t want me anymore, and that’s fine, but my omega hasn’t forgotten, and my heart won’t forgive you for not loving me anymore. So stop. Stop saying my name like you still want me. Because every time you do, I feel like you’ve come back to me, but you haven’t- you won’t! And it’s killing me, Buck.”

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33385405

Rating: Explicit

Ship: James 'Bucky' Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional tags: A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha bucky!, Omega Steve!

Bucky’s voice is the single most dangerous weapon he possesses.

Not the guns, or the knives, or even the years of government-issued muscle memory in hand-to-hand combat could compare the carnage that rubbles and quakes the earth when he says Steve's name.

“Stevie,” Low and silky. Full of authority-full of alpha. But still understanding the difference in rank despite the apparent superiority in designation. Never challenging or speaking down, but fuck did it make Steve want to sink to his knees and watch Bucky fall apart due to his mouth for a change.

“Steve?”

Okay, maybe not the entire earth, but Steve’s world sure feels like it’s been turned on its axis.

“...Steve.”

The worst part of it all is Bucky has no idea. No clue. No motivation! He simply exists and speaks like that with no intention of letting his voice get all severe and appetizing for the purpose of getting Steve’s omega excited for Bucky's alpha.

It’s especially distracting during missions.

Steve’s heart races, his conscious thought nowhere to be found as he conjures up impossible scenarios involving his reformed assassin best friend and naked cuddling.

The second they boarded the Quinjet, Steve had torn the earpiece away as if it had burned him.

Can you imagine leading a team or keeping them safe when every so often your second in command asks for your position, voice rough as he asks Steve for orders?!

Can anyone really blame him for getting lost in the phantom sensations of Bucky saying his name like a secret no one else deserves to know?

He didn’t think so.

That being said, all the control he can muster in order to actually complete a mission evaporates into the wind the moment the dance between life and death comes to a close; every suppressed, shameless fantasy unleashed and unforgiving as they consume his every thought.

Steve is abruptly pulled from his most recent daydream when a cool metal hand taps the back of his wrist twice, “You with us, Steve? I’ve been calling your name for a minute now.”

Quickly, Steve straightens his back and squares his shoulders, meeting stormy grey eyes.

“Sorry, Buck. Had a lot on my mind.”, He says with more confidence than he actually has.

It’s not really a lie. He does have a lot on his mind, all the ways he can find himself face down, ass up on the other man’s bed. Drooling and crying and breathing in Buckys scent with every breath he takes.

Of course, he can’t very well say that, can he?

He was lucky the S.H.I.E.L.D issued, super soldier approved suppressants made him nearly null. He can’t fathom the level of embarrassment that would claim him if Buck- or the whole damn plane for that matter- could scent the desperation, horny inside of him.

Bucky shifts closer, grey eyes softening the tiniest bit with concern, “Is everything alright?”

No.

“Yes, of course, “ He lies, “Just thinking about battle techniques is all. Scouts honor!” Steve makes an odd, incorrect gesture as a mock salute.

Bucky allows a small huff of air Steve recognizes as his poor imitation of a chuckle. There’s a moment of fuzzy pride that nearly causes Steve to purr; happy he brought a smile to the alpha’s face before his stomach drops clear down to his toes as murmured laughter rumbles too close to a growl in Buckys chest.

“My memory may be shit, Stevie, but I know for damn sure you weren’t no boy scout.”

Aaaand there it is.

Stevie.

Steves omega stirs and preens before the captain shoves them back down. Resenting the butterflies crying out in his belly and the urge to beg Bucky to just say his name over and over and over…

“Steve?”, This time, the concern isn’t quite as subtle, “Are you sure you’re alright, pal?” Bucky takes a step closer towards the blonde, drawing out skittish blue eyes, lowering his voice in case anyone was listening.

Again, the omega clears his throat and squares his shoulders.

“Did you want to tell me something, Sargent?”

Bucky opens his mouth, defiance dancing on his tastebuds before something makes him snap it shut, offering a curt nod, “Yes, Captain.” His voice strained, everything he wants to say lodged in his throat.

“I just wanted to let you know that we should be landing in less than 15 minutes.”

Like before, Bucky opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it. Choosing instead to take a seat beside his captain, slipping his arms through the provided harness. He gives Steve a pointed look, “We should probably buckle up.”

For a moment, Steve is taken back to the war. When his body was just beginning to react to the serum and the increased suppressants. (The government had taken every percussion necessary to ensure the public wouldn’t know Captain America was an omega.)

After Steve became ‘big’ and outranked Bucky in the military, the brunette never did anything but follow him into the fire. Loyal and boundless. Never questioning his strategies or actions unless it put him in direct danger. That didn’t mean he could keep himself from telling Steve what to do. He just found different ways to do it.

Suggesting tasks, like putting on seatbelts, for instance. Strapping extra weapons to his ankles before handing one to Steve and forcing it into his hands even when the blonde would roll his eyes, whispering his disapproval so only he would hear.

Never raising his voice or permitting his tone to deepen or his scent to take on that spicy, electric feel that never failed to make Steve bare his neck. Never stepping out of line. Never disrespecting or demeaning Steves title. Always in charge anyway.

Bucky doesn’t utter a single command or request, but Steve buckles up anyhow. Drinking in the small, hardly there smile that Bucky offers to the air in front of him, not even meeting Steve’s gaze. And the omega hates the happiness, the relief he feels at satisfying Bucky.

Hates that Bucky doesn’t even have to tell him what to do for him to obey. Hates that he has to obey, even though Bucky doesn’t need him to anymore.

He doesn’t need him anymore...

Bucky still hasn’t said a word when they land, but it’s not like Steve gave him much of an opportunity.

Things have been strained between them since Steve began pulling away. Avoiding Bucky’s calls and limiting their time together.

It was just easier that way. Miserable and lonely, but easier.

The moment the Quinjet is stationary, the supersoldier is up on his feet and stomping down the runway, leaving the Avengers and Bucky behind him.

He needs to breathe.

He can’t breathe!

If he didn’t know any better, he would say he was having an asthma attack. It feels like an asthma attack.

Steve’s eyes sting with unshed tears, taking large gulps of air into his lungs, and it burns!

He arrives at his door by the grace of God, not remembering entering the tower or if he passed anyone on his way.

“Jarvis. Door.” He gasps. Actual fear starting to seep into his bones.

“Yes, Captain Rogers,” The AI responds, the oversized steel doors swinging open.

Distantly, Steve hears the door shut behind him and feels himself settle against a wall. He pushes his back against the surface and tries to even out his breathing. Revisiting everything he can remember about how to resolve an asthma attack.

After several attempts, he stumbles into a somewhat consistent breathing pattern, his chest heaving at a slower rate.

In through the nose. Out through the mouth. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. In through the nose…

It’s not working!

Steve’s heartbeat only hammers against his chest and neck quicker, his breathing sharply turning back into hyperventilation.

It’s then that he realizes he isn’t having an asthma attack at all. He’s having a panic attack.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

In through the nose. Out through the mouth. InthroughthenoseOutthroughthemouth.

Why isn’t this working!?

The blonde clenches his eyes shut, a sob fighting its way past trembling lips. He feels so alone. So unwanted, Unwarranted.

He thinks back to the 40s- back to him and Bucky. After the serum, during the war. Hidden behind the cover of night and an abandoned building at the far end of Base. The first time since the change, his heart felt like it would crawl its way up Steves throat and swan dive right off his tongue.

Struggling to ease the fogginess in his mind, Steve remembers strong arms wrapped around his waist. Cool metal poking his nose as he bumped Bucky’s dog tags with each of his movements, scenting warm flesh.

Bucky’s voice is rumbling demands, his voice leaving no room for argument while every word was also laced with patience and love. Scent projecting love, understanding, I’m here, you’re safe.

“In through your nose. Out through your mouth. In through your nose. Out through your mouth.”

He repeats the mantra until Steve’s Omega obeyed his alpha, sucking in lung fulls of oxygen and releasing it in time with Buckys orders.

The memory of bombs and gunshots lost behind the sound of Bucky’s voice.

In through your nose. Out through your mouth. In through your nose. Out through your mouth.

He conjures up the memory of Buckys voice, coated in alpha command, urging him to breathe evenly. Fingers digging into Steve’s flushed skin, grounding him.

His alpha always knows what he needs...

Steve misses him.

Misses more than just the raw irrefutable attraction that got them into more trouble than it should have growing up. But he misses the rest of him too.

Misses the smirks and the long nights dreaming of what the future would bring. He misses Bucky’s laugh. God, he can hardly remember what it sounds like now.

Steve misses the way he would kiss. Gently. Chaste. Rough. Long. Kiss him in private and kiss him places that weren’t safe. On the stoop in front of their apartment, before the sun would come up and wandering eyes could catch them. Or alone in their bedroom, lips starting on his eyelids, across purple bruises, then down to his chest. Swallowing the omega’s moans and grinning into his mouth before settling beside him and chuckling deep into his ear, the last thing Steve would hear before sleep would overcome him. He misses the way Bucky would say his name like a prayer, wrap his lips around every letter like a caress, eyes sparkling with their love.

He misses knowing he’ll never be alone.

His heart thunders in his ears, chest feeling seconds away from crumbling in on itself as he thinks maybe it was easier when he believed the alpha was dead. Before he found out Bucky was alive, he mourned the man who loved him. Now, he grieves the love he’s lost. The alpha- his alpha-standing beside him without an ounce of affection or desire in his eyes.

Bucky wasn’t mourning the loss of Steve because he didn’t want Steve. Not anymore.

He clearly remembered enough. He may remember it all. However, knowing didn’t mean he had any intention of returning to what they had.

But even if every memory was gone, if the omega mattered at all, Bucky would remember him- his soul! If Steve himself were robbed of his past and they were just meeting again for the first time, he knew his soul would remember Buckys. Would want to know him all over, not needing to understand why!

The tears are falling before Steve has the chance to notice. A jagged whine barreling past his lips. All the weight of devastation and loneliness finally falling onto his shoulders.

Bucky had met him again. But he didn’t need him the same. Didn’t know his Omega; he didn’t want his heart.

Steve slumps further against the wall, blonde hair drenched in sweat, hands clawing at his chest, trying fruitlessly to manage his racing heart.

Closing his eyes, the omega summons an image of Bucky smiling reassuringly, soothing him as he tells him what to do.

In through your nose. Out through your mouth. In through your nose. Out through your mouth.

Okay… okay. That’s better.

“It hurts to think of you,” The omega confesses to no one, the tears running past his chin onto his suit. But I need you, “And I can’t breathe without you.”

“In through your nose. Out through your mouth. In through your nose. Out through your mouth. I’ve got you, Stevie. In and out. That’s it. In through your nose. Out through your mouth.”

Steve allows himself to sink deeper into his fantasy, swearing he could actually feel Bucky's hands running down his back and through his hair.

“I’ve got you, Stevie.”

It’s the last thing Steve hears before he passes out.

***

Steve is warm.

Steve’s bed has always been too soft, even after Sam suggested a firmer mattress. While helpful, he still couldn’t manage anything better than a fitful half-sleep most nights. He knew why, but in an effort to avoid further misery, he chooses not to dwell too much on that matter.

Aside from the too-soft mattress and the alpha missing from his bed, the omega was never warm enough. He shivered and reached out for body heat too far from his reach. But…

Steve is warm...

For a moment, he swears arms are around him.

And for a moment, he doesn’t care who they belong to. Because he isn’t shivering, for once. Isn’t suffering through another cold sweat, and the omega constantly pacing within him is actually settled. He hasn’t been this comfortable since the previous century, so whoever the hell is beside him can very well stay where they are, as long as he can keep this feeling.

It’s with another breath, he feels consciousness slowly creep up on him.

He almost laughs at the thought of being comfortable in anyone else’s arms. Of course, Bucky should have been his first thought, but honestly, at this point, Bucky willingly in his bed was a cruel dream.

Bucky must be using the same blockers Steve does. His Omega can’t scent him even this close, but who else’s arms fit so perfectly around him?

It’s the closest they’ve been at all since rescuing Bucky from Hydra, and Steve hated it as much as he loved it.

He wants to go back to sleep. Wants to bask in the warmth Bucky offers and pretend they’re back in their tiny apartment in Brooklyn. Struggling to make ends meet and unplagued by the horrors of war. Hidden from the world behind wilting wallpaper, sharing sweet kisses and bruising grips.

But this isn’t 1939. Bucky doesn’t share his bed...or his affections.

He would give anything to go back. He’d give anything to have his alpha again.

“I didn’t know you still had panic attacks.”, of course, Bucky noticed he wasn’t asleep anymore.

Steve feels him shift away, the arm around his waist, already feather-light, hardly there.

The omega within him whines, not wanting him to pull away. No, he wants him to climb on top of him. To drop all of his weight onto Steve’s hopeless body, make him stay in place. Unable to move until Bucky tells him he can...

Steve clenches his eyes tightly, suppressing his every unrelenting instinct from manifesting into something that will only push Bucky further away. And he needs him. Steve needs him, even if it is killing him.

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot you don’t know about, Buck.”, the omega remarks, his back still firmly pressed to Bucky’s chest.

Bucky may be ready to move, but Steve certainly isn’t. It’s not like the Alpha will say anything. Steve is far from perfect, despite whatever bullshit the news wants to feed the public. Steve is flawed and can be as selfish as anyone else. There are times where he permits his gaze to linger longer than it should, hands lazily pulling back when they should’ve never left his side, to begin with, or say Buckys name in the dead of night, surrounded by nothing but darkness and the sticky evidence of his spent weaknesses.

In private or in front of the alpha, Steve has toed the line of what is appropriate between friends and behavior shared between lovers.

Bucky has never reacted to any of it. Robotic and perfect all at once. His responses are exactly what they’re supposed to be, feeling false all the same.

Never contesting. Never reacting. As if Steve doesn’t ache for him.

It’s then that the confusion begins to twist at the recess of the omega’s mind.

“Why are you in my bed, Buck?” And how can I keep you here?

There’s a beat of silence, Bucky’s breath even beside Steve’s ear. It almost feels rehearsed, as if Bucky is concentrating on his breathing. Steve shakes the thought away before he can fool himself for the millionth time something is there that has proven again and again to be long ago dead.

“I was worried about you,” Bucky eventually admits, the arm just barely resting on Steve’s hip returning to its previous pressure, fingers hot and electrifying as they accidentally meet bare flesh peeking beneath Steve’s sleep shirt.

Sleep shirt?

“Did you change my clothes?” Steve says without thinking, saying anything to stop himself from moaning. He can’t remember the last time Buckys hands were this close to his body without explosions and frantic shouts playing in the background.

He turns his neck enough to meet Bucky’s clouded grey gaze.

A gasp falls from his lips instinctively, his own eyes widening on their own accord, taking in the receding blood red only just beginning to fade from the alpha’s eyes.

Just like that, Bucky is removing his arm entirely, releasing the Omega and taking all of that delicious warmth with him.

Bucky stays on the bed, though. His back resting against the headboard.

Steve just narrowly stops himself from shouting, ‘No! Stay, please!’, his heart pounding in his ears and his hands burning with the desire to reach out and drag the other man in.

Instead, he swallows his cries and urges his weary muscles into a sitting position, facing away from the former assassin.

While Steve was changed into something more comfortable than his uniform, the omega notices Bucky remains in his clunky tactical gear, down to his boots.

He had no intention of staying, Rogers. Take deep breaths, and give him an out.

He just needs to go.

The blonde is good at pretending. Well, most days anyway, he can fake a smile when the world is falling apart; he can pretend to be happy. But what he can’t seem to do anymore is pretend that he isn’t painfully in love with the man currently sitting on his bed, not a single reminisce of what they once were hanging between them.

He can’t manage a smile or a whisper of optimism when everything good has been taken from him. He knows what’s expected of him, but there are days when the sorrow is crippling, and he feels weaker than he ever did as that little guy from Brooklyn.

Clearly, no more talking is going to happen. And Steve isn’t emotionally stable enough right now to act as if he doesn’t want the alpha to bathe him in his scent, forcing the lingering panic, unwell, lonely away.

He moves to stand when,

“Rest.”

The order is sharp and certainly unintentional.

The shiver that races down Steve’s spine is violent, and his body locks up, ready to obey.

Turning his neck again, Steve catches the profile of the alphas annoyingly handsome face. His eyes are closed, brow pinched in concentration.

Steve stands slowly, hands shaking. It’s sickening how dreadfully good that single word made him feel. Floaty and sated. His blood, always raging, rushing, and crying out, settles within him, preparing to be taken care of.

The logical part of him reminds the omega they’ve been here before. Bucky will do something so woefully familiar, he dilutes himself into thinking he’s still wanted.

It’s never the case.

Steve keeps the hope from his tone when he challenges, “Excuse me?” Waiting for another command with bated breath.

“You should probably rest, Cap,” Bucky folds his arms across his broad chest, still ignoring Steve’s previous question as well as his gaze.

Forcing a smirk that makes him want to throw up, Steve teases, “Are you avoiding my question, Sargent?”

“Steve,” Bucky objects, voice chastizing.

Something uneasy burrows into Steve’s stomach, his body rejecting the discontent emanating off Bucky's skin.

He shrugs away the urge to whine, instead offering an ingenuine chuckle, “Jeez, I’m fine. Why so serious, Buck?”

Bucky stands, eyes hard, glaring right into Steve’s soul. The blonde sucks in a harsh breath, his fingers tingling and breath shallow.

Bucky’s eyes are red.

“Why so serious? “ The alpha growls, not moving from his spot beside Steve’s bed. The distance separating them not making sense in contrast to the intimate edge heavy in the air. It would be comical if not for the current sparking the negative space.

“We’re just gonna pretend like I didn’t find you seconds from passing out less than an hour ago? Is that something casual, am I supposed to just ignore it?”

Steve’s plastic smile fades, a tired expression painting his sharp features, “Yes. That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.” He sighs, scrubbing his face in frustration, “Ignore it. Like you ignore everything else, Bucky...Just go.”

“What’s tha ‘posed to mean?”

“It means I’m sorry you had to see that, but you don’t have to worry about it.”

“See what? You being irresponsible?”

The thin scrap of patience the omega has evaporates; actually, it burns the fuck up, raging as loud as Steve’s fury, “Irresponsible!?”

The anger shoots through Steve like a wildfire, his temperature rising and his hands balling into fists. If the Alpha didn’t know any better, he’d think Steve was going to punch him.

Even so, he doesn’t back down. Instead, he takes a single step towards the blonde, body tight and rigid. Voice booming when he sneers, “Yes, goddamn it! Irresponsible.”

“Fuck you, Bucky!” Steve shouts, “Who the hell are you to lecture me on being irresponsible?”

“I’m your… I’m your second in command, and if you were struggling with PTSD, you should have told me something! Instead of me following you to your rooms and basically threatening Jarvis into letting me in. You were pale, Steve. Snow White ain’t got shit on how you looked- you were nearly blue! And I’m sorry for stepping in. We can blame it on your biology, but you finally managed to relax when my alpha came forward. It’s irresponsible to let yourself get to that point when you could have come to me- or, or anyone in the avengers for help.”

“You’re sorry,” Steve scoffs, “ You’re sorry you had to help me.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Oh, but it’s what you said, isn’t it?” The Omega is nearly in hysterics. Half sad laughs, the only thing keeping him from crying.

“Steve...”

Buckys voice is now soaked in concern, the anger lost behind wisps of worried seeping from his concealed scent. Which serves only to break Steve further.

“Stevie.” Bucky repeats, wondering if Steve was spiraling into another panic attack.

He is only two steps away from him in a second, twitching, never touching but always close.

Steve feels another shock rack his entire body. His name falling from Bucky’s lips so effortlessly. The authority he holds swallowing every syllable. The sheer force of it nearly brings the omega to his knees.

Steve's heart pounds against his chest, like his heart is trying to escape. Running both hands across his face, then over tufts of blonde hair, his hands meeting behind his neck craned up towards the sky. Praying to anyone up there with mercy that Bucky will just leave. He keeps his arms where they arm before he can do something stupid like reach out.

“Bucky, why are you so concerned about it?” Steve’s eyes are still trained to the ceiling.

Steve knows he’s playing with fire. Playing with his own emotions, but sometimes he can swear he lives for it.

Bucky hesitates, watching Steve with careful eyes. “Because…You are our Captain and my best friend. If you need help, I am going to help you.”

The finality in his tone almost sounds like an alpha command, but his words contradict any sense of attraction or desire.

Another huff, gaze and arms dropping, “I’ll be fine once you leave.” Steve counters, harsher than he intended.

But fuck if he cares. Bucky doesn’t want him. He deserves to be a little angry. If he can’t grieve him, he can at least have this!

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing!” He snaps, “Just leave, James.”

“James? Oh, I’m James now?”

Steve could care less if he’s hurt his feelings. He’s had enough. His heart hurts, and his head aches. He is done playing this ‘I’m okay with everything’ game.

He is not okay with this, Dammit!

His heart is broken. Shattered. Irreplaceable. And he’s just supposed to be okay with that? He’s supposed to be Bucky’s friend and make jokes and smile when he is dying inside? Crying for his alpha- for stability when he feels like his whole world has been rocked?

Well, he’s had enough. He’s behaved for 2 years. He’s done!

Clenching blue eyes shut, Steve feels every carefully constructed wall of deception crumple at their feet.

“I don’t have time for this. Just leave so that I can breathe! I can’t breathe with you here!”

“Stevie…”

“Please,” the omega whimpers, all the fight leaving his body, long pale fingers running through sleep tousled hair, pulling at the roots, “Just stop.”

“Stop what? I can’t stop doing something if I don’t know what it is I’m doing!”

It’s Bucky’s turn to be panicked. In two strides, he’s in front of Steve, feeling the alarm creep up his chest, a flash of something sharpening eerie grey.

“Steve! Answer m-” Bucky lifts his hands as if to reach out for the other man but catches himself before metal could find flesh, “Will you tell me what I am doing wrong?”

Steve wants to cry and scream and rip that stupid mental arm out of its socket just so he can slap Bucky with it.

“Stop!” He repeats desperately, “Just stop! Stop saying my name! Stop talking to me like-like…”

“Like what!?”

Taking a calming breath, Steve forces himself to meet the alpha’s eyes, “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to give you orders and never receive a protest in return?”

There’s a beat of silence accompanied by a blank expression. Steves heart shouting in his chest.

“...What?”

Steve continues, “Telling you what to do and how to do it. At least before you would fight me, yell at me. Make it easier to breathe.”

“Steve, what the fuck are you talkin’ about? You’re my boss. I’m s’posed ta take orders from ya.” Steve just about weeps when the Brooklyn accent begins to peek through, just as it usually does when Bucky is confused.

“Well, I’m not just your boss!”, Steve hears himself say, “I’m not just your boss. I’m also an omega. And I want you to tell me what to do. Your voice is like it’s permanently in alpha command, and I want you to fucking command me! Because I’m not just your boss. I’m not just an omega. I’m your fucking omega! And I can’t stand you saying my name like your seconds away from telling me to get down on my knees because you never do! And it isn’t your fault! It’s not! You don’t want me anymore, and that’s fine, but my omega hasn’t forgotten, and my heart won’t forgive you for not loving me anymore. So stop. Stop saying my name like you still want me. Because every time you do, for precisely one second, I feel like you’ve come back to me, but you haven’t- you won’t! And it’s killing me, Buck.”

Steve’s eyes are misted with tears, his chest heaving and skin flushed with embarrassment and shame, “Please… Just don’t say my name, or I’m just gonna break.”

The words pour from his lips, and he wants to disappear. He wishes the ground would just swallow him whole and save him from Bucky’s response.

Steve trembles beneath stormy grey, choosing instead to watch the ground. His omega whining and clawing at the back of his mind.

“I can’t do this anymore, Bucky.” He murmurs, waiting for the outrage or worse; the indifference-the clunk of footsteps walking away from the mess he’s made. The life they had. The man he no longer loves.

Steve hasn’t found his eyes again. Won’t move his head. He doesn’t care how submissive it makes him look because he’s spent most of his life searching for steel grey eyes in crowds and across rooms. Seeking them out in the dark, the only beacon of light he would see most days. And now… Now those eyes that kept him so safe when the world was crumbling around them made him feel like winter on a summer day, cold and alone, only seconds from melting into nothing.

He’s not sure how much time passes without a word between them. He waits another moment before surrendering a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, shaking his head and turning to leave.

He didn’t know where he was going, but he couldn’t stay here.

Like lightning, Bucky’s right hand snaps forward, catching the omega’s wrist before he can make it far, and just like electricity, a jolt of fire scorches where their skin meets.

As one would an old friend, Steve invites the sensation to consume him, feeling every nerve respond to Bucky, it’s like he was brought back to life, and he wants nothing more than to cry because he knows it won’t last. He knows as soon as the alpha lets go, he’ll return to reality as only half a man. Something-someone always missing from him.

“Steve.”, his breath hitches, and his hands shake. A whisper of a scent he’s all but forgotten seeps into the room, but it’s gone before Steve can determine if it’s only a memory.

Steve’s name rolls off of Bucky’s tongue too easily. Too pretty. Too dark. Too much!

Jesus!

Hadn’t he been clear enough the first fucking time? How else exactly was he supposed to phrase it; ‘Don’t say my name, or I’ll break from how horny it makes me?’

“Steve,” The alpha repeats.

Steve feels another pang of electricity shoot to his fingertips, itching with the need to just touch, “Bucky, I think you should leave.”

He doesn’t want him to. But when was the last time Steve got what he wanted.

“Now,” He adds after another second passes. Bucky's feet were firmly placed on the ground, not a single muscle prepared to even twitch.

The room is blanketed in heavy silence before, “No.”

Steve feels as if the wind has been knocked out of him. His lips part in surprise, brow furrowed as his heart begins to pick up the pace.

“Excuse me?”

“I hate that I can’t scent you,” The alpha announces, talking slow, calculated steps forward, eradicating any space brave enough to separate them,

“I hate that I can’t tell where you are during missions.” Suddenly Bucky’s grip loosens, yet it doesn’t move far. He runs his hand up Steve’s forearm, fingertips dragging across perfect porcelain skin, not stopping until the palm of his flesh hand rests on Steve’s neck.

“I picture what it would feel like to sink my teeth into your neck and keep you there, with my fangs in your flesh, drawing blood from your skin and moans from your lips. I dream of you whimpering, “ He whispers harshly, eyes trained to Steve’s neck.

The omega’s eyes flutter closed, lips trembling around the alpha’s name, “Bucky,”

Ignoring the blonde, the other man continues, not quite done yet, “I defend those thoughts by saying to myself, it’s all so that I can feel you. So I can feel where you are when we’re in the field. So I won’t worry as much, won’t get distracted. But I know it’s just half of it. I know I want to tell you to take those damn blockers off. To wash it away, or let me lick it away with my tongue-whichever came first.”

“I hate that I want to fall asleep with you curled above my chest because you’ll be warmer that way. And for whatever reason, I remember you always being cold before bed. I want to demand you buckle up and wear extra layers. I want you to fight me a little. I want you to tell me to shut up but get all soft when I give you a hard look. Like, you are now, with my chest touching yours, hands at your neck and waist. Your heart stuttering against me. I want you to tease me because you want me to get annoyed so that I tell you to shut your mouth and put it to good use. I hate that I want to do all these things, but I can’t. Because you don’t want me to...”

Blue pop open, held hostage by grey. Bucky is everywhere. His face is so close Steve can feel every breath the alpha takes fan over his eyelashes. His eyes tracking over the curve of pink lips and soft skin. Left arm curled around Steve’s waist, metal grip unmoving. His other hand still firmly placed over his scent gland, Bucky’s long fingers spread over the column of flesh, thumb running back and forth along the length of it, causing goosebumps to follow his trail of fire.

Steve moans at the sensation, baring his neck so Bucky has the access he would need. His legs nearly giving out beneath him, but the arm at his waist won’t let him fall.

“Are you telling me that you want me to?” Bucky presses. His voice is sharp and promising. The hand around Steve’s neck, a light pressure the omega finds himself pushing into.

“Steve! Look at me. Look at me, omega.”

The blonde hadn’t noticed his eyes fluttering shut again, the sensation of being held, of having so much alpha- his alpha right there in front of him. Soaking him in his scent. Not a true claim or even a scent mark, but this is more than he ever thought he would ever get again.

Bucky’s words have barely registered for the omega; he lost the ability to comprehend English the instant Buckys hands found his body. But he reacts to the order, all the same, seeing the steely, beautiful grey (beginning to tint red again) he has known since he was a boy.

Slowly, so slowly, Steve begins to piece together the things Bucky has confessed, his eyes once more welling with tears.

Patiently, Bucky waits for the understanding to reflect in sapphire eyes, speaking only when he knows the omega can now retain information.

“Are you telling me you want me to touch you, Stevie?” Bucky murmurs, staring at Steve’s bottom lip.

“Yes,” He breathes, just barely audible without an ounce of hesitation.

The next thing Steve knew, Bucky had him against a wall. His nose buried in his neck and his hands rounding his ass, using his shoulders to pin Steve to the wall and lift his legs until the omega joined the program and wrapped his legs around Bucky’s waist. Bucky’s hardening cock pushing into his hip.

“Oh shit, Buck!”

“ I have to say your name,” Bucky growls, grinding into his omega.

“As much as I can, even if it doesn’t work in the conversation, because it’s the closest I can get you in my mouth. It tastes like heaven, and memories I can’t decipher are real or just fantasy they- Oh, fuck baby. Yeah, Stevie- They don’t compare to this- Keep moving, just like that, babydoll.”

Steve ruts against Buckys friction, his eyes closed tightly, whatever was left of their blockers bleeding out, replacing the neutral aroma in the room with their combined scents, desperation, and slick.

“God, Bucky. I missed you so much. I’ve been so alone.”

Buckys mouth finds Steve’s trembling lips, nothing subtle or slow about his movements. The alpha’s tongue swallows the moans tumbling past Steve’s lips. Hands gripping his waist tighter.

The sun bursts behind their eyes. Blood rushing and hearts bumping to twice their regular speed. For different people, people who aren’t Steve and Bucky, a first kiss after so long should probably be slow and tentative, something soft and building. But they aren’t different people. They are too broken and too powerful and undeniably deserving people who have had nothing to count on besides one another their entire conscious lives. To entertain even a second of not indulging in hard, fast, desperate supersedes unthinkable and settles somewhere over cruel.

“Never again, Stevie. I ain’t leaving you alone” another thrust, “Ever, “ another bruising kiss, “Again.”

Bucky’s cock strains against his uniform, desperate for Steve’s hole. Steve is a withering whimpering mess, drunk on Buckys scent and high on all the delicious friction causing his weeping cunt to flutter, uncomfortably empty.

After several more minutes of making out, Bucky moves them back to the bed, lying Steve out on the mattress. He only has a fraction of a second to admire the work of art that is Steve Rogers sprawled out and waiting to be fucked when Steve’s hands are at his neck, pulling him back in.

His lips move against the alpha’s sloppily, sucking on his bottom lip until the ex-assassin growls impatiently, searching for his mate’s tongue. His mate…

His mate. Steve thinks he may cry as the sheer relief almost painfully washes over him. All of the uncertainty and shame of being unwanted melts away, and all that surrounds him is the vibrating want, mine, love, love, love from the man above him, trailing scorching hot kisses down his neck.

“I wanna be ‘side you, baby. Please, Steve. Let me, ugh, please, babydoll. Can I-”

“Yes!” steve interrupts, “Yes, Alpha, you never have to ask! I’ll do whatever you ask, oh just touch me, Bucky, alpha, my alpha, touch me-”

“Shh, “ Bucky chuckles, stopping the omega’s rambling. He runs his flesh hand through disheveled blonde hair, dragging his nails through Steve’s scalp and marveling at the hiss the omega releases, “I’ve got you, Stevie. All I needed was a lil consent, then all bets are off, aren’t they? ‘Cause you’re mine now, aren’t you, baby?”

“Always have been, jerk. I never stopped.”

“Good. Now, stop touching me.”

With a whimper, Steve can’t stop his hands from frantically clawing every inch of Bucky he can access.

“Now, babydoll, don’t you wanna be good for me?”

Still clutching one hand around Bucky's thick, muscular biceps, the other pulling at the strands of dark brown hair helplessly, “I can be good,” the omega babbles, “I’ll be good, Alpha. So good, I can be good, so so good. Please-”

“ Then listen to what I am telling you. I won’t repeat myself again, Steve. It’s my turn now. I wanna get my mouth on you, and I can’t do that if you keep pullin’ me back up to kiss. So stop touching.”

The moan that stutters past Steve’s lips would be embarrassing if not for how fucking fantastic it feels for Bucky’s alpha command to slam into him. Paralyzing him in place. Hands falling unceremoniously at his sides.

Crystal blues brimming with tears, he feels safe for the first time since coming out of the ice- he feels familiar. Not somewhere foreign with no understanding of anything besides, fight this, kill that. This is different. This is them. This is intimacy- their intimacy.

There’s trust swimming within the negative spaces Bucky extends, and he knows, to his core, he can let go. Steve surrenders all his false smiles and exhausting positivity. This is home. Bucky is home. He doesn’t have to put up a front because his alpha has it handled.

Steve isn’t Captain America or some beacon of hope. He’s just Steve, Stevie. Bucky's Omega.

He’s unsure how much time passes or where it went, to begin with, but his body sinks deeper into his mattress, feeling entirely boneless.

“You okay, baby?” Bucky’s husky voice breaks through the fog, “I lost you for a second there.”

Steve feels himself come back, callused hands running through damp blonde hair.

“Mmm,” he hums.

“You spaced a little, Stevie. You’re so beautiful when you get all soft for me. But you’re back now, aren’t you? Look at you. So perfect. Pretty, perfect omega-mine. Kept your hands at your side the whole time too. Such a good boy. You’re gonna keep your hands right where they are, Stevie. Don’t you move a fucking inch. I’m going to lick you open now, babydoll. And you’re gonna come on my tongue as many times as I want you to. Because I’ve gone 70 years without you, and I’m goddamned starved” Bucky’s voice goes from soft praise to near feral growls. His voice sending nothing but jolts of electricity down Steve’s spine, another wave of slick slipping down his thighs.

Before the ‘please’ has the opportunity to touch Steve's mouth, Bucky's hot, slick tongue finds his pulse point, just mere inches from his mating gland.

“Bucky!”

“I want this off!”, The ex-assassin grunts, in one swift move yanking the crisp white shirt from Steve's chest.

“Oh!”

Bucky backs up to lean on his knees, eyes tracking over pinkening skin. Steve’s own gaze glides over now exposed skin. Steve tries to finger out when he removed his clothes but falls short.

After so long without Buckys tenderly harsh commands, falling into space came a little easier than he would have thought. Overwhelmed by the unanticipated satisfaction.

“Open your eyes.”

When had Steve closed his eyes again?

“There you are, dolly. Keep those pretty eyes on me, okay? Always on me, baby.”

Rough, mouthwateringly calloused hands find the waistband of Steve’s pants and yank down in one fluid motion.

The blonde hisses for a moment at the sudden cold air biting his skin, but it only lasts a moment before he’s screaming.

“Fuck!” Steve throws his head back in favor of making sounds even a prostitute would blush at.

One moment Bucky’s on his knees, eyes predatory and sinful, calculating all the things he could do to the man shivering beneath his gaze, the next finds him throat deep, swallowing down Steve’s sweet omega cock, slurping up his precum and getting high off the scent of slick so close to his nose.

Steve can’t breathe.

God! It’s too much. It’s so good. It’s too good!

Steve can feel the familiar pull of an orgasm tugging inside of him. The corners of his closed vision whitening out around the black, lacking the energy to even feel embarrassed by how quickly he’s reached his pinnacle.

Pulling off agonizingly slow, Bucky lets his tongue harshly lick along Steve’s little shaft and twirl over his tip, remembering- fucking remembering! All the sounds and glazed looks elicited from the man below him in the past.

Grey eyes flick up hungrily, ravenous for a look into perfect crystal eyes; he can remember the glazed debauched expression that could devour Steve’s pupils, but it’s not enough!

He wants the real thing.

He wants something tangible and alive in his hands he can never again confuse with desire. Something he’s sure happened, a gift Steve is willingly offering instead of a snarled half-memory he can’t allow himself to believe.

“I-ugh! I’m gonna-“Steve stutters, toes curling and knees bending, framing Bucky's face between his thighs. His hands twitch beside him, but he doesn’t dare move them.

“Oh!”

It should have been a cry of ecstasy.

Should have been the Yellow River Flood; relentless and relieving. No survivors.

Instead, Steve is left with his chest heaving violently. Gasping for air just as he did when he was small.

The omega hears Bucky tutting before he manages to pry his eyes open. Immediately recognizing his mistake before the words fall from cum slick lips.

“Oh, baby. You were doing so good.”

“Nno! Buck, please!”

“Shhh, What did I say, dolly?” Bucky replaces his mouth with one strong hand, lazily jerking at Steve’s straining cock.

He’s smirking when Steve hisses beneath him and hums in approval when his hands stay at his sides.

“F-Faster! Please, Buck! Goddamn it, stop teasing’ me.”

“What did I say, Stevie?” Bucky repeats sharply. His movements slowing further.

Steve’s omega cries.

“You wanna cum, baby doll? “

“Yes!”

“Then what do you have to do?“

Steve’s mind has gone to mush. He thrusts his hips up, chasing after Bucky's friction. Hands struggling against the bedsheets.

“Still, omega!”

Bucky's voice is rough as sandpaper, sounding as on edge as Steve feels. A firm metal hand presses into the omega’s hip holding him in place.

“Be good, Stevie.” The alpha asserts firmly, scent growing muskier with every heavenly noise gasped and groaned from Steve’s sinful lips.

“If you wanna cum, what is it you have to do?”

Bucky rubs a metal thumb soothingly over a sinfully sharp hip bone before trailing his fingers over Steve’s quivering thigh.

Grey eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, “Fuck, baby, you’re so soft. C’mon, don’t you want me to touch you?”

“Yes! Please, fuckin touch me, you jerk!”

Chuckling darkly to himself, Bucky watches Steve with bated breath, and all at once, he feels like his mind had never left. Like an addict, he was never over his addiction; he just forgot how good it was. And like the degenerate addict he apparently was, he sucks in deep breaths, sucking in as much of Steve’s aroused scent that his lungs can handle.

All it took was one hit of Steve- his omega- and he had fallen into himself, more of who he was than any memory had offered.

Steve is his clarity and his habit. The one thing that will always bring him back because Steve is home.

And he’s gonna make him feel good. He’s gonna make up for all he put his omega through, and he’s gonna enjoy every second of it.

Every moan, every shiver, every cry. He’s gonna hold him and bruise him because Steve is his, and that’s how the omega likes it. Bucky’s omega. Bucky's Sweetheart. Bucky’s mate.

The ex-assassin lets his fingers trail lower, his other hand still just barely moving over Steve’s pulsing cock.

The first touch of cool metal meeting Steve’s hole causes the blonde to nearly jump off the bed.

“Buck!”

Steve thinks he’s gonna die.

He feels every cell in his body vibrating with a hot, hopeless sensation. Slick pours out of him the second Bucky’s teasing, perfect, godforsaken pinky circles Steve’s core. His lungs and eyes are burning, nearly out of breath, and only capable of volunteering a broken sob when that fucking pinky just barely pushes in.

“Please,” he whispers jaggedly.

He’ll be good for bucky. He’ll keep his hands at his side. He’ll do what he says even without the command, the fogginess of his brain settling deep enough that any request will register as a command anyway.

That’s just how Steve is wired.

Designed to submit to Buck’s direction.

He knows what Bucky wants, but to physically pry his eyes open at that moment was easier said than done. He struggled to determine whether or not he’s trying to starve off a quickly approaching orgasm or trying to chase one.

Whatever the answer, Bucky doesn’t let him reach it.

The alpha’s dark, whiskey voice sounds as wrecked as Steve feels.

“What. Do. I. Want?” Bucky growls impatiently. Another wave of slick dribbles from the omega wetting the sheets beneath them.

Think, steve! Give alpha what he wants! You can be good. I can be good…. What does he want again?

“My…ugh! M-My eyes.”

Finally, fucking finally, Bucky pushes a finger into Steve’s hole. Fast and absolutely delicious.

Just when he thought Bucky would stop playing games, he realizes the ringing in his ears is replaced by the alpha tutting above him.

“Very close, baby, but not quite.”, Buckys finger starts to draw out slowly; what little fullness Steve has is threatened, and the distressed mewl Steve makes in protest causes the alpha to chuckle darkly.

“P-pretty! Keep my pretty eyes on you! Only on you!” his eyes snap open frenzied, finding a swirl of grey and red zeroed in on him.

In a millisecond, Steve has two metal fingers thrusting into his hole. His back arches on the mattress, fingers nearly numb as they grip the sheets tighter, but his eyes don’t close again.

“That’s right, baby. Only on me.”

“Oh! Yes!”

“Fuck! You’re so tight, Stevie.”, Bucky groans, lowering himself as to mouth along Steve’s jaw, nipping his skin between tentative licks.

“Pl-Ease! Oh, yes... Please, Buck.”

“Please what, Stevie? Use your words.”

Steve’s mind is a simple stream of 3 thoughts, Touch me. Fuck me. Love me!; all of which he can only vocalize as, “Oh please, please. Bucky!”

Working a third finger along with the other two, Bucky hisses with Steve at the stretch his hole gives.

So fucking tight, the alpha thinks to himself, I don’t know how I’ll survive it, but I’m gonna fuck this omega so gooood.

“Words, Steve. Or I’ll start thinking you don’t want me t’touch ya at’all. Huh, maybe I should stop...”

“No! God, Buck, don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”

“Then tell me what you want. What a’you begging for, Doll?” Bucky trails the tips of his fingers over Steve’s ribs, rounding at his back, “is it my fingers? Sliding through all your slick? Or is it my mouth?”

“Yes!”

Bucky chuckles,” That’s not really an answer, Stevie.” His voice gets darker each time he says the omegas name like he knows. Actually, the bastard does know! He knows exactly what he’s doing.

The prospect of teasing seems to pull him just the tiniest bit to the side of coherent, a snarky remark falling from his lips as easily as the desperate pleas had moments before.

“You havin’ fun, Buck?” Steve pants, “Seems like you’re having a little too much fun.”

“Aw no, baby. I’m having the exact right amount of fun. Aren’t we?”

“ ‘We’ are a lotta peop-le!! Oh shit!” pushing his fingers in deeper, Bucky just brushes against Steve’s prostate. A sinister and smug smile curling his lips upward.

“Words, Stevie. Tell me what you want. And I’ll give it to you, omegamine. Just tell me.”

Steve’s chest flushes more as the words tingle on his tongue. Bucky's nearly feral tone betrays his suave and calm demeanor.

He’s just as desperate to be buried deep in Steve’s hole as Steve is to have him there.

Bucky’s fingers push more firmly against Steve’s prostate, and the omega nearly sees stars.

“Sing for me” Almost like an echo, Steve hears Buckys words like gospel.

It’s a command he’s most familiar with. He knows just what ‘ song’ Bucky wants ….

“Daddy!” Steve hisses around a fourth finger. The words punching out of him before he could stop them.

“ I wondered if that was just fantasy,” the alpha mumbles. Eyes darkening a rich crimson. An ever-present growl rumbling in his chest.

Bucky leans over, letting his fingers get even deeper, dragging against Steve’s special spot with every new thrust. With red eyes and diminishing control, the alpha drinks in every pant and whine that drips past kiss-bruised lips and bouncing off the walls of Steve’s room.

Bucky drops his nose into Steve’s scent gland, swiping his tongue over the swelling tissue for a better taste.

“You smell so fucking good, baby. Like mate.”

“Buck…” Steve gasps, feeling overwhelmed. Any moans he could possibly wish to suppress are yanked from his chest with every move the alpha makes. Sounds too rowdy even for porn echoing in his small dark room.

Bucky can’t get enough of it, stuttering an accidental thrust into Steve’s hip when the omega whines in a delightfully sweet way, the scent of slick and alluring sounds steve makes nearly choking him.

Fuck, I hope Tony has these rooms soundproofed. Steve uses his last brain cell to think.

Bucky's metal fingers continue to work him open, preparing him for his big alpha cock fast and rough and exactly how he likes it, but his other hand still moves sluggishly over Steve’s, slowly purpling prick. Tightening and stopping entirely every so often as to starve off Steve’s orgasm.

“Bucky, please!”

Fuck, Bucky thinks, I hope everybody can hear him, fuckin; hear us,

The blonde knows all he has to do is tell Bucky ‘Fuck me’ maybe add on ‘Daddy’ to further wreck him like it did back in the days if he even still likes that. But as much as Steve likes Bucky telling him what to do, he loves to defy him into aggression, twice as much.

“Say it again,” Bucky mumbles against the omegas scent gland, unable to move a millimeter.

The laugh that tumbles past Steve’s lips is quickly swallowed by Buckys tongue shoved down his throat. Pearly white teeth pulling back only to stress a bite on his bottom lip, not stopping until a faint taste of metal joins the deliriously delicious taste of Buckys omega.

“Again, omega. Say it again.”

With another brush against his prostate, Stev’s vision begins to blur, but he won’t close his eyes, no matter how much he wants them to,

“Alpha!”

Steve is a debauched disaster. A puddle of liquid fire and Bucky wanted to fucking burn.

“You know that’s not what I want to hear, babydoll. But I’m feeling generous, so let’s make a deal, yeah? You say what I want, and I’ll tell my precious boy how good he is. How good you feel around my fingers swallowin’ my fingers so fuckin’ good. And I’ll say your name as much as you want. That’s what you were beggin’ for, wasn’t it?” Bucky rambles, fingers pumping quicker into Steve, hand starving off the omegas dick, tugging over the length with dangerous precision.

“You want me to say your name, dontcha dolly? Tell you you’re being good. Everything Daddy needs. My good, beautiful Stevie.”

Buckys cock presses into the mattress, the slightest friction sending magic to tingle over his skin. His knot calls out for Steve’s sopping wet pussy, fluttering around his fingers. The sensation alone is a mutual torture all on its own.

It would be so fucking easy to slide home into Steve’s awaiting heat. So fucking easy!

Not yet, he reminds himself.

No, he wants something first, and he’s gonna get it.

Outside of the bedroom, the thought of ever using his alpha tone with Steve is unthinkable. There isn’t a scenario out there that could justify taking away his omegas free will.

But here-like this. Sweaty and drooling and filthy, reeking of mate and sex, the tone combines with his voice as if that’s the only way there is to speak.

“Say it again, Steve. Now!”

“Daddy! Daddy, fuck me! Please,pleasepleaseplease”

Gently, the alpha removed his fingers. Steve’s mouth opens to cry, but before he can focus too much on the dreadful emptiness, Bucly is buried to the hilt in Steve’s ass.

“Ah!” Steve shouts, throwing his head back and moving his hands to grip at Bucky’s shoulders for the first time since being told not to move them an inch.

He quickly realizes his mistake, and in a fearful attempt to keep Bucky inside of him, confident he wouldn’t survive another moment of his teasing, his alpha’s voice rumbles past the panic.

“Touch me. Wherever you want, Stevie.”

The sigh of relief is an afterthought, long nimble finger trail over both metal and flesh shoulders, a satisfying wave pushing into the realm of too damn good. Being allowed to touch after being denied was always such an experience. Reverse touch starved. Bucky has the go-ahead to do with him as he wishes. Meanwhile, every instinct within the omega seeks Bucky out. His skin, his mouth, his scent. He wants to feel his alpha under his fingers as much as he wants to bounce on Buckys, but he can’t. He has to lay there and fight against the urge to suck hickeys onto every surface of skin he can find.

Pulling on stands of dark chestnut-colored hair, Steve tries to adjust to the girth inside of him.

“Move.”, the omega whispers harshly after a few moments.

Bucky doesn’t need much prompting; he knows Steve can take it, and more than that, any remaining sting that prepping might have missed, Steve fucking aches for.

“As you wish.”

It’s like a dam break. A flood, unforgiving, and exactly what they each fuckin need!

Bucky's shallow, calculated thrusts soon quicken, taking on a brutal pace.

He slams his cock home and grinds deep before pulling nearly entirely out and slamming back in. Again and again and again. Returning quicker every time he finds himself back inside Steve’s velvet-soft heat.

Words are lost on the omega, choosing to indulge rather on feral groans and guttural whines, meeting every thrust and dragging sharp nails across Bucky's shoulders.

It’s all so much. Like a storm, heavy and pounding in their ears. And it all makes so much sense.

They’re a natural disaster. Bucky kisses like a hurricane, all lips, tongue, and teeth. Steve moves and squeezes his walls around Bucky's cock, no rhyme or reason to his actions, just passion, just I have to have this.

Kisses pouring down upon kisses like rain, soaking them in love, and Steve nearly cries.

He never thought he’d have this again.

The ex-assassin is a bit more vocal.

He can feel his release creeping up, desire warm and urgent low in his belly. But cumming before Steve is absolutely not an option. Half the fun was watching the poster child for purity throw his head back in ecstasy, beggin for ruin with Buckys name on his lips. And he’d be damned if he's gonna miss it in the cloud of his own pleasure.

“D-Deeper!” Steve whimpers, pulling Bucky closer by the nape of his neck.

The hand that had been knotted in Steve’s own hair follows suit of the palm firmly placed over one sharp hip bone.

Gripping him with enough pressure to bruise, Bucky bends over Steve’s lithe build and takes hold of one muscular thigh, nearly folding the blonde in half as he settles Steve’s leg over his flesh shoulder.

“Fuck!” Steve cries, Bucky's cock sliding that much deeper, hitting his prostate with nearly every thrust.

Bucky groans at the new position, one large hand kneading and pulling at Steve's ass, tugging him back with the snap of his hips. His other hand runs over the omegas sweaty, slick body, sliding a finger over a single hard nipple before securing his fingers around Steve’s neck. Palm pushing into his scent gland.

It is a little more than light pressure, but it gives its desired effect; Steve’s eyes go from unfocused and glassy to piercing. More black than blue, pupils blown, but Bucky still catches the glint of gold mingling about, exactly what he’d been waiting for.

There you are, omegamine, he thinks.

“Ugh, yes, fuck! You like that, don’t you. Like me pushing you down. Like me pounding into your sweet pussy. But it’s not really yours is it, baby?”

“Gnnn”

“Answer me. Who’s pussy is this, Steve?”

“Y-yours, Daddy. I’m yours.”

“Mine.” The alpha growls, yet another wave of slick passing Steve’s thighs. “My omega. My good boy. Listened so good, doll.”

“Fuck, Buck. Alpha, my alpha. I missed you, I missed you so fuking much. I missed your big alpha cock. So good to me. I wanna be good, Daddy. Tell me how to be good.”

“You wanna be good?”

“Yes!”

“You’re already so good for me. Perfect omega. Pretty, perfect thing.”

“I can be-ugh yes!! I can...nnnn….be better.” The omega stutters between kisses, “Wanna be the best boy.”

“Yeah?”

“Please, Alpha. Knot me!”

“Okay, baby. Listen closely, hmm?”

“Keep still.” In two mostly smooth movements, Bucky is lying on his back, Steve’s lean frame now straddling the alpha, lifting him by the waist; Bucky sinks Steve further on his cock.

“Ride me.”

As if without his permission, Steve’s moving above the bigger man.

Thick thighs feel even wider between Steve’s slightly smaller ones. Bucky’s hands come to Steve’s waist, helping him grind down harder, deeper.

Steve can’t keep his gaze from trailing down to where they’re connected. His hole swallowing 6 to 7 inches of monster alpha cock, and he could just cry for how hot it is to see them connected like this.

I wanna be locked to you. I want your knot!

“Eyes, Stevie!” Bucky snarls with another hash snap of his hips, impaling Steve further and hitting his prostate. The omega falls over, making sure to lock blue with grey.

Abandoning their vice grip on the alphas thighs, Steve steadies himself with one hand over his lover's heart, fingertips brushing the mating gland by his neck as the other grips the headboard above the bed, wood splintering under every shock of pleasure jolting through Steve in response to each of Bucky's strident thrusts.

“Oh, oh! D-Daddy. I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!”

“Now that I’ve got you back, we won’t be leaving this room for much, Stevie. I want you on your knees sucking my big alpha cock. Licking up the evidence of what you do to me. I’ll hold you by your neck and force-feed it to you just like you like it.”

“B-Buck-eyy!”

“Yeah, baby, say my name. You’re beautiful. Angelic. A work of. Fucking. Art.” He punctuates his words with a sharp jerking of Steve’s body above him. Pulling his center as close as he can get him, knot swelling mercilessly and snagging on Steve’s rim.

Steve feels pleasure like he’s never felt before. Words slurred and hardly coherent,

“‘Wan’ yur k’nnot!”

He sounds drunk.

Bucky loves it!

“Not until you cum, baby doll. You first, then Daddy. Good boys get their rewards, and this is-” using Steve as a ragdoll, Bucky manhandles him into circular motions, twisting and penetrating the omegas sweet spot with wild precision.

One hand (Steve couldn’t even tell you which, mind too fuzzy and too loaded with his quickly approaching orgasm) presses into the omegas gorgeous tits before sweeping down to tug on Steve’s crying cock, pre-cum dribbling from its bright red head.

Steve cums with a shout, back arching and eyes struggling to stay open, finally shut. His vision whites out with pleasure, but he can’t bring himself to remember anything outside of this bliss. No world lived outside of these walls. Just him, his alpha, and all the pleasure Bucky brings him.

“Ohhh, Allphaa,”

“Yours. Yes! Oh, you feel- God so fucking tight, Stevie. Look ‘atchyou. Milking my cock, pussy squeezing my knot, beggin for it. Daddy’s gonna give it to you.”

“Gimme,” he whispers weakly.

He doesn’t feel Bucky flip him over or the hands pushing both his legs over Bucky’s shoulders, but the moment Bucky starts pumping in and out again, his body jolts awake, and all Steve wants is to make his alpha cum.

“Daddy’s gonna cum right inside your tight, perfect pussy. Yeah, Stevie. ugh!”

“Wan’ be...hmm.”, he tries to form words, but they die on his tongue, not coming down fast enough to entertain even a murmur of conversation.

Another 30 seconds passing before he has enough brain cells to return his gaze to stormy grey.

As always, Bucky’s eyes are already on him.

“That's all you got, Daddy?” The blonde snarks between pants, another orgasm building in his belly, toes curling, and his half-soft prick smushed and pulsating against Bucky's abs.

Bucky laughs around a moan, pulling Steve into another kiss before giving one, two, three more thrusts, shouting out a string of praise as his knot pops inside of his omega.

Steve’s heavy punched out sigh joins the shuddered fluttering of his hole, another wave of release escaping him.

The room fills with pants and sloppy kisses. Each man nosing along their scent glands, finding where a bond mark would go and lapping over it lovingly.

In the 40s, hiding their love was a matter of survival, and a surrender of their need to properly mate. They didn’t have to hide here. They could love each other and bite each other someday. Unified in the one way they spent most of their lives thinking they’d never have.

They Lie there, tied together even after Bucky’s knot goes down. Thoughts of taking that step-marking each other, on the tip of both of their tongues.

They lie there, bathing in the calm after the storm.

Sometime afterward:

After another round and many minutes of lazily making out, the pair rest beside each other, touching the other man wherever he could reach, tracing nonsense patterns into heated flesh and feeling happier than either had in 70 years.

“What were you sayin’, y’know before we… Y’know”, Steve blushes as if he wasn’t just face down ass up drooling over Tony’s Egyptian cotton sheets.

“Before you started crying for my knot, and I fucked you 6 ways from Sunday?”

“You’re a fucking jerk!”

“Nah, I’m just fucking a jerk.”, The alpha smiles, joy like nothing he’s been able to remember trips over his heart.

“I’m serious, Buck. Before we...did it”

“Ha!”

A sharp smack falls onto Buckys bare chest, “Fine! Before you came like a geyser up my ass-”

“Steve!” Bucky barks a laugh, loving the pink blush dusting over Steve’s cheeks despite the faux aggravation he was attempting to express.

“Will ya quit interrupting me? You fucking alphas are so rude!”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Stevie. What were you saying?” Bucky concedes, the shit-eating grin doing nothing for the butterflies swarming the omega’s insides.

“You were saying that you couldn’t decipher real from what’s fake?”

Sighing, Bucky cards his fingers through Steve’s hair, not stopping, when the omega turns onto his stomach, exposing his back and facing the brunette. Bucky smiles down at the omega letting his hand slide down to his spine, tracing the smooth pale skin with the tip of his finger.

It’s freeing, liberating even, to let his hands and eyes roam wherever they want. After so many years of separation, then being reunited only to build unnecessary obstacles designed for the sole purpose of self-sabotaging, somehow they’ve found themselves again in the other man’s arms.

Bucky bends down to press a gentle kiss on Steve’s shoulder, loving the way the omega shivers beneath his lips.

I could just eat him alive…

“Buuuuck,” Steve shakes his head, smiling at the alpha underneath long lashes.

“Sorry, baby, you just look so sexy.”

“Oh, do I? Maybe it has a little to do with all the naked skin?”

Smiling goofily, Bucky allows his voice to get al sweet, “C’mere, smartass.”

Bucky pulls a yelping Steve into his lap, effectively laying the slender omega over his broad alpha chest.

The feeling is exhilarating. Bucky feels his stomach swoop and heart skip a beat, feeling more accomplished in this solitary moment entangled with Steve than in months of SHIELD work.

Steve grins despite himself. Settling against Bucky's chest, folding his hands in front of him and resting his chin onto his knuckles. Suddenly thrilled by the position.

He can stare into Bucky's eyes forever, and he has a sneaking suspicion the alpha won’t protest.

Cold metal fingers trail down Steve’s spine, eliciting a gentle quiver from the blonde man, shamelessly beaming beneath the attention.

“I remember how scared I would get in the winter.”

Steve’s brow furrowed in confusion, lying his head down onto his forearms and urging the larger man with his eyes to continue.

“I love that I can make you shiver now. But I think it would’ve just about wrecked me with worry back then.”

Bucky's flesh hand curls across Steve’s exposed waist, letting his heat seal into his fingers. His eyes close in relief. Like he’s remembered something… or rather; reminded himself of something.

“ I remember the worry best. The sleepless nights and evenings spent bent over pews, praying no one could hear your name falling from my lips because then they’d know… Know how much I wanted you. Wanted you to live. Wanted you to love me. Wanted you to be my omega. I remember going to work at the docks and feeling the bike rise in my throat as we talked about chasing tail when all that I fucking wanted was to make it through my shift and run my way home to you.”

Steve smiles fondly at Bucky. His head remains rested in the crook of his right elbow but reaches forward with his left to trail patterns on Bucky’s scent gland. Trailing back from his neck to his cheek, he will never understand how helpful he is just by existing.

“ I remember wanting you. I know there has never been a moment in which I existed, and I didn’t love you, even under hydra. Even when they told me- made me go after you. They had to wipe me twice before I stopped fighting… I should’ve kept fighting.”

“Buck-“ Steve’s tone is soft and reprimanding in the way only Steve Rogers could manage, but it’s not enough. The tears build behind grey and crimson. Shame burning him from the inside.

Bucky shakes his head, trying to shake away Steve’s tender touch.

Leaning forward, Steve ignores the alphas dismissal, warm petal-soft lips find Buckys, and he presses his weight deeper into his alpha.

“I’m here. With you. You stopped, Buck. You never, not for a second, stopped fighting! That wasn’t you.” Steve’s tone was loving and firm in the way only Steve Rogers could ever manage- or could ever feel for Bucky Barnes.

Bucky's eyes find crystal blue, and for a moment, he’s thrust back into his mind, his heart thrashing and growling, crying Not him! Not Steve. Stop! God damn it! You’re hurting him! We can’t hurt him!

For a moment, Steve’s sweet pink cheeks are bruised and bleeding, split by Russian metal and the free will Bucky was robbed of.

“Bucky!” Steve whispers harshly, just on the edge of frantic, “ C’mon, alpha. Don’t leave me alone again.”

“I’m here.”, Bucky chokes out, “ I’m here, baby. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

They hold each other for, neither of them speaking. Foreheads pressed together between grabby hands pushing firmly against heated flesh.

A reminder…

I’m alive. You’re okay. We’re together.

“ I remember those things; that panic of possibly losing you, very easily,” Bucky continues, “ And then… it started as flashes. Split seconds. But god, did I chase after them. It would be something minimal at first. You lying down on the bed or smiling at me over a sketchbook. But then they changed, and your head was thrown back, and the things you were drawing were us-naked. And I started hating myself because my fucking crush on you was filtering in on my memories of you, and it wasn’t fair. It felt real, but I knew it wasn’t or-“

“But they are real, Buck. We’ve always been us. This way! Laws be damned! We loved each other, and no one was gonna tell us we couldn’t have that!”

“It didn’t matter, though,” Bucky adds.

Steve shoots up off his chest, kneeling on the mattress, and as naked as the day he was born. More hurt than he thought he could ever be in his alphas arms, “ Of course it did. How could you say that? Wha-”

Bucky sits up quickly, reaching out, but Steve swiftly evades him, feeling colder than Brooklyn in February.

“Steve-“

“No! How could you say that? It matters! We matter. You matter. I fucking matter, Bucky! I lost you. You died! You fell off that train, and my alpha died!” he cries,

“I flew that plane into the ocean not because Captain America’s nobility prevails, I did it because l was grieving and life wasn’t worth living without you.”

“Steve-“

“No! Shut. Up.” Steve growls, but it sounds more like a whine.

“I died too, Buck. And woke up to a life I didn’t want either. Not just like you. I know what you went through was unthinkably cruel. But living without you was a prison sentence. And I had no choice but to wear red, white, and blue in place of orange and serve out my life miserably and without you. And that mattered.”

“I know, Stevie, I know. I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant, baby.”

“Then how else did you mean it?”

“There were things that I saw or remembered-whatever! But neither matter because fantasy is something that can never happen, and if it’s a memory, it will never happen again.”

Steve can feel his heart breaking in his chest. Angry and more than a little offended, he can practically feel the anguish emanating from his alpha’s skin.

“Because you wouldn’t want the blood-soaked into my hands to touch you. To touch your pretty perfect body, so I say your name, and I can’t stop because my alpha is always just before feral, and you are the only thing keeping Me on the side of sane. I know you matter. You’re the only thing on this entire fucked up bullshit infested planet that matters!”

“But the thought of losing you based on things I simply wanted and not what you needed from me? It didn’t matter- nothing mattered beyond you. I thought you wanted Bucky Barnes, the closeted best friend. I couldn’t trust myself to believe you wanted me in the 40s, and I couldn’t hope that if you had, you’d want me still.”

“You’re an idiot,” Steve sighs, eyes misting, but he lets himself be drawn in by strong, vulnerable arms.

“...I think I understand what you mean, though.”

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to say I miss you ao many times. But then I just...couldn’t. I thought it wouldn’t change anything, so I just kept pretending I didn’t. But then there are days when I wake up, and the fact that it’s without you won’t let me pretend anymore.”

“Now, who’s the idiot?” Bucky chuckles, brushing strands of hair from those hypnotizing blue eyes.

Bucky lets the Sympathy, understanding pool from his scent and settle over Steve like a warm blanket.

Smiling, Steve takes the comfort from his alpha in stride, “Of course, I talk like an idiot, Buck. How else are you ‘posed to understand me?”

Huffing a quick laugh, the ex-assassin feels all the love for this omega shine in a smile, “You’re such a fuckin’ punk, y’know that little omega?”

“ I’m your fuckin’ Punk, and besides, I’m not so little anymore.”

Whatever faithless semblance of decency they had left swiftly deteriorates as Bucky fully settles Steve into his lap, lying back into the cushions and pulling the duvet over them both.

He presses a soft kiss on Steve’s forehead and whispers with as much meaning he can muster, “You’re perfect, omegamine. Fuckin’ perfect! Perfect for me, you hear?”

Steve releases a joyful giggle,” I hear. Are we going to sleep, Alpha?”

“Yep!”

Snuggling deeper into the alpha’s chest, Steve feels content for the first time in what feels like forever, loving how perfectly he still fits in Bucky's arms, even all beefed up by the serum. Not a single gap between them.

“You comfortable, sweetheart?” Bucky asks happily. Certainly hearing and feeling Steve’s pleased purring.

“ I’m warm,” The omega mumbles, exhaustion barreling into him.

“Good. Sleep, Stevie. We'll talk more in the morning.”

Steve doesn’t respond, just nuzzles into his alpha more until his nose is close enough to the source of the brunette’s scent, humming satisfaction as he sniffs pleasantly.

“I never thought I’d get to have this. That you’d be in my arms like this. I thought I’d spend the rest of my life just pining after you-loving you. I love you, omegamine. I love you so much.”

Steve replies in soft snores, but Bucky doesn’t care. He presses a kiss to the top of ruffled blonde hair and falls asleep with a smile on his face.

He doesn't mind that Steve fell asleep because nothing else matters besides his blue-eyed beauty. Not when he has this. Not when Steve is soft and asleep and warm. He has the rest of his life to tell his omega he loves him.

One thing is for sure.

Bucky will never stop saying Steve’s name.

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More Than Meets the Eye #28- I Sure Hope Y’all Like Megatron

“Dark Cybertron” is finally over! Woohoo!

Who’s ready for a return to hijinks and mild peril?

I know this guy is!

Hold on a second-

We start our foray into Season 2 of MTMTE with a little meta-humor-

-and then it’s right into the swing of things, as Brainstorm uses the thin, fragile wine glass of faction-based morality to hold his personal need to make instruments of violence. Nautica disapproves, but then why wouldn’t she? She’s not been steeped in the militant ideologies of the Autobots for millions of years.

It’s six months after the convoluted events of “Dark Cybertron”, and our beloved ship, the Lost Light, is back on track for the Knight Quest. Nautica’s joined the crew, which is neat, but there are far more interesting things going on.

Like Rung actually doing his fucking job for once.

Wow, look at that little creamsicle man go.

It would seem that in the last half-year (by Earth standards) Megatron’s somehow gotten himself into the esteemed position of Captain of the Lost Light. This likely means that Rodimus has been defeated in battle, or perhaps fucked off on yet another space yacht to run away from his responsibilities. I suppose the narrative will have to fill us in on just what exactly happened.

Or, at least, I hope it does. Wouldn’t be a terribly good story if I had to guess on how exactly this dude’s in charge of a whole-ass Autobot crew.

Yes, yes, I know he switched sides, but goddammit, it takes a little more than saying sorry and changing your wardrobe to excuse the murder of half of NYC.

I mean, we can do both. Both is an option. I’ll break out The Communist Manifesto right now, let’s fuckin’ gooooooooo-

Six months prior to Megatron’s therapy appointment, Rodimus is ready to high-tail it off of Cybertron yet again. This is because, as established in previous posts, Cybertron kinda sucks butt. He bursts into the meeting Optimus Prime called- even though he’s really not leader of anything anymore, Starscream is- bids everyone farewell, and is about to run back out of the room when he’s stopped.

Turns out that the populace of Cybertron want Megatron to stand trial. That makes sense, given what all he’s done. Of course, the Autobot pals we’ve got in the room want to skip due process and go straight to the part where Megatron pays through the nose for the last four million years.

Which doesn’t feel terribly heroic or good guy-ish, but I think by this point you’ve probably caught on to the fact that everyone in IDW Transformers is morally gray at BEST.

Because Megatron’s had a rough time the last few years, in relation to his bodily integrity, spark extraction- that thing that High Command lied about in relation to Overlord- isn’t an option. It would just kill him dead.

Uh, excuse me? Optimus Prime, sir? Monsieur Premier?

Guess Optimus hasn’t been keeping up with exRiD.

Anyway, yeah, since Tyrest fucked off in “The Sound of Breaking Glass” and also tried to commit a genocide, we’re gonna need someone to cast judgement.

Course, a military trial isn’t exactly ideal, but as long as it’s open to the public, it should be fine.

Probably.

Anyway, Prowl’s also going to help. Ultra Magnus has been assigned the task of representing Megatron in court, a job which he’s positively delighted to have, if his face is any indication.

The gang breaks for lunch, and Rodimus and Optimus touch base on how the Knight Quest is going.

Because Rodimus’ half of the Matrix had the map for finding the Knights of Cybertron in it, they’re gonna have to go with Plan B.

Oh fuck yes, I love Plan B!

Unfortunately, finding the ideal romantic partner for all Cybertronians is going to have to wait until after the trial, because Optimus really wants Rodimus here for this. Though perhaps there’s a way to make things move a little faster…

Back in the present, Megatron’s had just about enough of Rung being a psychiatry joke, and is about to walk out of his appointment. Ravage is here, which is neat. Rung asks Megatron about the three most important people in his life, and how he met them. One of these people is, funnily enough, Rung.

Rung, if you’ll recall, was thrown into Megatron and Impactor’s table at Maccadams waaaaaay back in The Transformers #22, the first issue of the IDW run that Roberts wrote solo. It would seem that getting arrested and subjected to police brutality ruined his once-idealistic worldview. This is just a lightning-round recap of the events of the “Chaos Theory” storyline.

Being reminded of how hard he got dunked on makes Rung break out his copy of Megatron’s autobiography, Towards Peace. Of course, Megatron has to be “that guy”, and makes it out to be far more than it actually is. My dude, you used your writing to tell all your proto-Decepticon buddies to go beat up Whirl in prison. Let’s not make things sound more grandiose than they are.

Anyway, it turns out that Rung is actually just as much a nerd as he looks, as he reveals that he’s in possession of one of the only few copies of the original version of Towards Peace. And then he takes off his glasses and the fans go bonkers, even though he’s just got that Milne Same-Face going on, just like everyone else.

There you are, you animals.

Rung discusses Revisionism, I’m reminded that the first publication of Eugenesis had a dedication to Roberts’ son of all people, and we get the question of who Terminus is to Megatron.

But alas! The X-ray vision’s been turned on, and it’s time to see… nude robots? An in-depth anatomy lesson?

Robots are confusing sometimes. Anyways, major props to Milne for drawing all that detail. Dude does the technical stuff with a ferocity that must be awe-inspiring to behold.

Megatron’s decided that it’s time for lunch, and then he’s going to do captain stuff.

Because he’s captain of the Lost Light.

I’m convinced Rodimus is dead. That’s the only way this is happening.

Six months ago, Swerve was being awful Swerve-like, with his new buddy Crosscut- guess he finally learned the guy’s name- and Riptide, who we’ll get to a little later on. These three wonderful lads are holding a sort of “crew try-outs”, and it looks like the requirements needed for entry on Megatron’s Lost Light are stiff.

Still, maybe our new friend Nautica will make the cut.

Oh, you are simply delightful!

Despite Nautica having interest in nearly every topic in the universe, on top of having impeccable taste in booze, she just misses the cut. It’s at this point that Nightbeat bursts into the room to stop this farce from going any further. The fact that nobody mentioned anything prior to this is surprising, given that portmanteaus don’t really seem the type of thing Ultra Magnus would approve of.

Back six months ago, we see what Optimus Prime’s super great idea was to expedite the judicial process- Chromedome. It’s always Chromedome. He’s gonna do that thing he promised his late husband he’d stop doing. I suppose it’s a good thing- for Rewind, anyway- that Megatron is wholly against the idea of having his memories torn out of his head. Guess we’re gonna have to do the trial the normal, non brain-pokey way.

Optimus leaves the cell, because I suppose he’s remembered that there’s a conflict of interests here, but Rodimus stays behind to let Megatron know he deserves everything that’s coming his way.

Then Megatron breaks out the puzzle-box from Hellraiser.

In the present, Chromedome isn’t so much spiraling in his depression as he is circling the drain. Nightbeat doesn’t give a shit about that though- he’s more concerned with the fact that one of the numbers on the door to Chromedome’s room is missing. But I’m sure it’s fine.

It’s fiiiiiiiiiiine.

While Nightbeat’s busy being insensitive to his fellow man’s distress, Megatron’s arrived to his room to find his door’s been vandalized by a bunch of idiots who must have just discovered what a thesaurus is. Then he gets shot in the fucking hand with an arrow.

As you do.

Whirl’s gotten ahold of a bow, and he fully intends to use it for Megatron-directed violence. And also his fists. His very pointy fists. He punches Megatron through the fucking floor into the fuel furnace, and they fall what’s probably a good 200 feet to the ground below. Whirl yells about evening the score between the two of them, and then knees Megatron in the dick.

Turns out, Megatron remembers Whirl even better than originally thought, having gone so far as to order his forces to not kill Whirl, because, in a way, he was grateful for the lesson he learned back before the war in Rodion.

Oh man, I hope Rung’s somehow listening in on this. Like, eavesdropping is obviously bad medicine, but we’ve already established that he sucks as a professional, and he needs what few advantages he can get.

Whirl, enraged by the implication that he’s been fighting fixed battles for the last four million years, punches Megatron in the gut… and his arm gets swallowed up by an errant portal leftover from all of Shockwave’s tampering. Since you can’t really fight with only one arm, Megatron wanders off to do captainy things.

Walking back the timeline slightly, we revisit Megatron leaving Rung’s office, and the idea of personal revisionism, the conversation becoming parallel with the strange happenings going on within the ship, as Rewind’s final message is altered so as not to end with “I love you” but instead a blood-curdling scream. Chromedome is, understandably, upset by this turn of events.

Over with Whirl, it’s revealed that the little fight we saw was intentionally set up. For what purpose, or by whom, is left a mystery.

Please see a doctor.

One last flashback to the trial, as Prowl lists off everything that’s standing in the way of our Sympathetic Megatron Redemption Arc.

Good fuckin’ luck, James.

Back in the present, Megatron’s slapped a bandaid on the hole in his torso, as he checks to see what’s happening on the bridge. It would appear there’s a coffin floating around in space.

Pretty fucked up.

#transformers #jro #MTMTE #world shut your mouth #issue 28 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #overthinking about robots #comic script writing

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meruz · 3 years

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asks which i realized i actually havent answered in a while?

thank you for all the hobbit love!!!!!!!!! I was kind of nervous about posting that design because i didnt know whether tolkien fandom would be chill with ...well furries essentially. happy that you guys dont seem to mind at all ^^ here’s more that I could never figure out a post for LOL

thank you! and lol i was kind of joking about leaving the p5 fandom but uhhh I don’t think i’ll be drawing much more p5 because I think I got it out of my system. also tbh I don’t know if I actually like p5?? or if I just had a lot of shit I wanted to express and say about it via fanart. I had like this whole agenda where I wanted to make p5 art based on a more noir...almost graphic american comics style because I felt like that was the most interesting thing about the game’s art direction and not a lot of fanartists cashed in on it. Also I wanted to depict like a very specific shuake vibe that wasnt too romantic but also not ... completely un-romantic. something that really capitalized on the fact that they’re just terrible teens. idk. anyways I like the work I made for the fandom and I think I managed to say everything I wanted to say w it.

I AM signed up for a shuake zine though so expect an encore before I sign out completely LOL.

thank YOU being very nice to me. ik its been a while but I WILL Draw digimon again sometime. kids with big shoes and monster pals is just the most fun thing to draw ever.

uhhhguhhg not particularly? The tamers kids just seem SO young.

I thought the scene where takato confesses to juri was incredibly lovely but it’s well done because it’s not particularly romantic or ship-indulgent its like... all about the way kids attach to each other when they feel out of place or scared. and how simply someone can become special to you at that age.

if i mentally age them up a little I could see kazu and kenta being a fun ship. they had that one episode where they were like. kind of a parallel for those married digimon?? which is deeply amusing.

also I think ruki is a baby lesbian. just the way she dismisses every boy but is obsessed with even the most random girl they encounter...! but i think her rivalry with ryo is so so funny because its like a like... little league tcg rivalry. I want to believe that when theyre in middle school ruki and ryo date for like 2 weeks and the plain existence of that relationship wreaks havoc on kazu and kenta who are in weird idol love with ryo and hate ruki but also are friends with ruki. and then they break up because they realize theyre both gay or whatever but kazu and kenta take approx a month to recover from the psychological& emotional damage.

I like ruki/juri too but i have no solid concept of how that would work out...

I actually totally meant to draw all this in like a convoluted fanart post at one point but I never got around to it so thanks for asking about tamers shipping LOL

How it ends up looking painterly.... idk. Because I’m a messy painter and I use big strokes? I don’t really blend but I do use mid-opacity textured brushes when I paint a lot so thats probably part of what makes it look soft/painterly/integrated. I use the lasso for hard edges and then brushes to create soft shapes within them... if that makes sense? SORRY THIS IS HARD TO EXPLAIN, anyways, I have a handful of videos of me drawing on youtube. Theyre really boring because they dont have music and I didn’t bother to edit them in interesting ways but.. theyre there. Maybe itll help?

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxOLP2dN4f5kJKT6p3Inq4A

Thank u!!! steve and tony are positioned to be slightly holding hands lol

My pull list currently is:

X-Men

Marauders

Excalibur

S.W.O.R.D.

Hellions

X-Factor

Wolverine

Cable

X-Force

New Mutants

Guardians of the Galaxy

Daredevil

Miles Morales: Spider-Man

Champions

Far Sector

True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: National Anthem

Home Sick Pilots

So like all of the x-books, the occasional teen hero and the occasional indie. I was thinking of dropping Wolverine and Cable but idk... Cable sort of won me over during x of swords and if wolverine brings adam kubert back I think I’ll start digging it again LOL. I jumped onto Guardians on a whim but its suddenly become one of my favorite books along with S.W.O.R.D... so I guess I have to go back and read Immortal Hulk at some point, become a true Al Ewing stan.

Far Sector is my only DC pull atm but also I loved a lot of the GN releases this past year and Wonder Woman Dead Earth is like my favorite 2020 comic actually. So dc imprints are KICKING ALL KINDS OF ASS. main dc tho.... idk. I’m kind of eyeing the new robin book but I think thats where my interest ends.

#asks #ask #I can never remember my own damn tags #anonymous

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Look I'm not one of those people who believe Kishimoto decided to have Hinata and Naruto end up in the middle part of Shippuden. I believe he decided in the very last arc but he wanted to sound smart so he said he decided earlier on. Otherwise, they obviously would have more scene together. In Shippuden, they have only three scenes together ; when Naruto came back, the pain attack and the neji death scene. That's it. In the original Naruto, they probably have less than ten canon scenes not including fillers.

So I'm sorry I'm one of those who wasn't convinced by The Last. They literally had a basic villain go after Hinata who was cringe btw (the villain). They gave Hinata op powers which she doesn't have in the novel 👀. Despite having op powers, they made her the damsel in distress. Very "The hero saves the princess" cliche. Again, to justify them being together. I mean Naruto can't differentiate his love for ramen and romantic love so how??? He was just being nice to Hinata just like he does to everyone. He stood up for her just like he does for everyone.

Don't get me started on the Sakura Sasuke relationship 🤣. Cringe. They never knew each other. The whole Sakura's love for Sasuke saved him doesn't make sense. They spent barely a year in their genin year before sasuke left. Sasuke tried to kill Naruto and Sakura multiple times. Then at the end of the war, Kishimoto tried to do the "oh they have such a deep understanding between each other" which comes off as cringey. He gets her pregnant then leaves for years. She's literally a single mom who's broke.

Every relationship in Naruto is so cringey and forced except shikatemari. Kishimoto should've focused on the main story and fixed his potholes and leave the ending open.

Naruto would not have been perfect but at least it would've been remembered for staying true to its vision but instead it's remembered for cringey relationships, dumbass villain (except pain and madara) and a story that lost its core which is a shame coz I used to love Naruto. I was inspired by its messages but now....

OKAY LOL WAIT I ACTUALLY HAVE THIS LONG ASS RANT PREPARED XD

BUT FIRST Ive read what you said and I lowkey agree :p

HOWEVER

I DRAW THE LINE AT TONERI SLANDER. BECAUSE WHY

TONERI?? CRINGE?? THIS SEXY MOTHERFUCKER??

LOOK AT HIS WHITE FLUFFY HAIR AND HIS CERULEAN BLUE ORBS STARING DEEPLY INTO YOUR SOUL

SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW?!#*@*#&@*

okay lol now for the juicy part click readmore and beware I shall be brutally honest so yea enjoy

I mean, Naruto in general is a mess, not just the ships if we're being realistic. Alot of plotholes, rushed endings, this and that, the w a r a r c, Kaguya, the way they rushed Boruto ehhh. Honestly, getting into Naruto is literally my biggest regret of 2020 :"DD

Im an NH shipper as you can tell by my hotmess of a blog but i fully respect your opinion and understand your point of view. I also know a bunch of nh stans who have their complaints with their development. I wish Kishi gave more attention to his female cast really, thats all I fucking ask. If he did that one single basic thing, then maybe the endgame relationships wouldnt have been an asspull and theyd be given propper screentime with their love interest, both Sakura and Hinata. The Last tbh i think the writers played it safe and stuck to the whole Naruto shounen vibe thingy, so im not surprised it was plotted that way. Typical cliché shounen movie.

But does that bother me? No! The Last was a mess, their development was shit, they definitely needed more screentime but hey at the end of the day theyre cute as fuck, we have that kiss scene, flirting scenes, a shit ton of official art, three kids, Seiki's gif :33 and a whole ass arc for their wedding all that for just a shounen anime so eh. Compensates for it i guess xD theyre not toxic, unhealthy or whatnot. Theyre wholesome, soft and vanilla as fuck and exactly what i need in my hectic life rn. No drama, just two kind souls who are adorable as heck and theyre dynamic means so much to me and I will love them until i shall leave this earth.

Anon, im not even gonna waste my time and defend their development because i think it sucked too xD but if you wanna know why i love them so so so soooo much, Id be more than willing to tell you :33

Sasuke and Sakura on the other hand eeeehhhh i can see why people like them. Sasuke's hot, he's your typical hot bad boy aad Sakura's hot and pretty too. Basic blue and pink trope. Aside from their canon interactions, fans have all the opportunity to play around with their dynamic but for me, its just sooo basic and so hetero and can easily appeal to any 16 yr old teenage girl, no wonder it has an active fanbase on twt and---- AM I MAKING ANY SENSE? AHDBAJJE LIKE ITS SO-- BASIC, your usual bad boy x pretty girl trope that you get to read in YA and coming of age novels. Not only that, but going back to canon, they have too many negative interactions for me to like them together :p The least Sakura can do is put down her own foot and yell at him for not contacting them for god knows how long. I also dont like how he always gets easily forgiven >=[[. I mean at least He's compensating as a dad good for him but ehhhh i still dont like him and Sakura together :v And im not falling for that "Sakura is the reason why Sasuke isnt lonely anymore" because thats NARUTO AHHH. Sasuke said that Multiple times. HE LIGHTS A FIRE INSIDE OF ME. HES MY SUN. MY ONE AND ONLY FRIEND. LIEK?? THATS NARUTOOO romantic or not, Naruto was the reason for his not so lonely existence anymore smh >=[[

Sasuke almost murdered her and Naruto and made their lives a living hell but hey its all good!! He's my best friend and Sakura loves him!! So set him freeee into the worldddd~~

Sasuke left his family without even simply contacting them but can easily contact Naruto through a hawk but hey thats fine! His and Sakura's feelings are connected afterall! Sasuke gave her a ring and said thank you! Who cares about leaving your family. She loves him and he loves her so yey!!! All is forgiven :D

DID I MENTION SASUKE ALMOST MUREDERED HIS OWN DAUGHTER AND HE WASNT CALLED OUT FOR THAT@*#&@??!?#,*@#,#

Sasuke gets too many life points this isnt fair >=[[ But tbh he's nerfed so bad in Boruto manga and anime power wise. Like in that time travel arc and the manga. The rinnegan kunai thing was still so funny to me even if it was Borushiki. I just idk its so funny to me lmaoo

OKAY WHAT ELSE. I dont even know any more. Im tired of complaining about Naruto and just when Ive finally gone a little bit away from Naruto, Hinata fucking pulls me in again 😩 she has me on chokehold pls send help. Watch castlevania!!! and one piece!!!! ten times better than this anime about a loud blonde boi who wants to be president. Trust me

overall, i dont fully agree but i lowkey agree i guess. I do respect your opinion tho :))

EXCEPT WHEN YOU CALLED TONERI CRINGE. HOW DARE YOU CALL THAT SEXY MF CRINGEY---

#like at this point if you complain about naruhina to me id probably complain along with you #but at the end of the day #i really do not care lol #theyre CUTE AS FUCK AND I WILL COMMIT MASS MURDER FOR THESE PRECIOUS KIDS AND WOULD NOT FEEL AN OUNCE OF REMORSE #also i have like zero energy to find all those manga panels and debunk shit and stuff #i just say the first thing that comes to my brain and fart it out on my lonely tumblr blog #anon #hey hey anon ask me about why i love naruhina so much come on come on *aggressively bounces knees*#unpopular opinions

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Right Where You Left Me

Chapter 9 - You Are In Love

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

Saturday morning, Hopper wakes when the sun streaming in through his window forces his eyes open. He'd hardly slept an hour, tossing in turning for the majority of the night and he groans while burying his face beneath his pillow.

After attempting to fall back asleep for nearly an hour, he gives up and carries himself to the kitchen to fetch a cup of coffee. His parents are already enjoying breakfast at the table and wish him good morning while he pours coffee from the already brewed pot into a mug. His mother teases him about his bed head and jokes that he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks before he excuses himself to enjoy his drink in the privacy of his own bedroom.

He downs the coffee in four large gulps stretches his arms up over his head with a dramatic sigh and forces himself to put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a flannel. He knew what he had to do this morning, he just wasn't sure how it was going to go.

He decides to walk, procrastinating while also enjoying the crispness of the morning air. What if she wouldn't listen to him? She would. Something in him just told him that she would. But, what if she wasn't there?

Hopper crosses the street and marches through the field behind Joyce's house, where he spots her sitting on the platform of their childhood hangout spot. A semi-tree house located in one of the trees that had been struck by lightning in Joyce's backyard during a massive storm years prior.

She's too focused on the novel she's reading to notice him enter the yard and he watches her with a smile. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple white tee, she had her hair pinned back and her glasses on while her feet dangled from the low platform and her back rested against the splintered trunk of the semi-fallen tree.

He knew that after their argument outside the diner last night, he would find her here. This had always been a safe place for Joyce. When things got heated at home or whenever she needed time to herself, this is where she came. Part of him feels bad that today, he's the reason she's seeking a safe place but he came here to apologize and he has no intention of ever abandoning their friendship or making her doubt him ever again.

As kids, he and Joyce would spend hours playing in this tree. It wasn't anything fancy, just a few wood planks nailed to the trunk to create a floor and walls, but they loved it. As teens, they stopped spending as much time out here, instead opting to hang out near the lake or go driving around town, but Hopper knew that Joyce came out here without him and that what was once their imaginary pirate ship had become her sanctuary. Once, when he came to pick her up for a movie and found her drawing in the very spot she was now sitting in, he joked that it looked like she was royalty sitting in her castle, just waiting for him to come by and rescue her. She replied by making it clear that she wasn't the type of girl that needed rescuing, but the "Castle" comment stuck and Hopper had been referring to it as Castle Joyce ever since.

As he crosses the yard, he steps on and snaps a twig which forces her to withdraw her nose from her book and look up at him. She watches as he crosses the yard and easily swings himself onto the platform but doesn't say a word.

Plopping himself down next to her, Hopper playfully nudges her shoulder and smiles, "truce?"

"Truce."

They sit in a comfortable silence, side-by-side, staring out over the yard. He hadn't expected her to welcome him up so easily and isn't sure how to proceed with his apology.

"Look-" he begins, "I'm sor-"

"I'm sorry," she says at the same time.

"Wait, what on earth are you sorry for?" he asks. He turns his body towards her and watches as she closes her book and folds her hands in her lap.

"Last night. Just everything," she sighs. "I should be more understanding of you spending time with Chrissy. Maybe I can try and be nicer to her."

"I don't think that's going to be necessary," he replies.

She stares at him quizzically.

"Chrissy and I broke up," he explains.

"Oh Hop. I'm so sorry."

"Are you really though?" he teases. He's desperate to keep the conversation light and push through to his apology.

"No," she admits. "But I want you to be happy."

"I am happy," he reassures her, reaching out to clasp her hand in his. "It wasn't right between us. She didn't make me happy."

"Look," he adds, "I'm so sorry that I let my relationship with Chrissy come between us. It was stupid of me and I will never, ever, let something like that happen again. You're so important to me Joyce and I need you to know that I feel horrible about everything that's happened. I was a total ass and I'll completely understand if you can't forgive me."

"Hopper," she says softly but he continues rambling.

"Our friendship is the most important thing in the world to me and I would love it if we could go back to being best friends?" he asks.

"You're an idiot," she giggles.

"Is that an 'I forgive you even though you're an idiot' smile, or a 'get out of here, you're an idiot' smile?"

"The first one," she nods. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

He notices her shiver and wraps her arms around her torso and instinctively slips his flannel off and passes it to her. Wordlessly, she accepts and puts it on. She's swimming in it, the arms dangle on the other side of her wrists and the body encompasses her nearly to the knees. He's smitten. She looks adorable tiny in his shirt, sending a fleet of butterflies lose in his stomach. Doing his best to ignore the way seeing her in his shirt makes him feel, he stretches out and cracks his knuckles before folding his hands in his lap.

Wrapped in his shirt, Joyce breathes in and is instantly comforted. The shirt smells like him and while it keeps her physically warm, it brings back a sense of home that she hadn't felt in weeks. She felt safe with Hopper. He was the one person who remained still and calm as the world stormed around her and for a moment, she truly feared she'd lost him.

She'd done a lot of thinking last night. About her. Them. What she wanted. She'd decided long before Hopper entered the yard that she wanted to apologize to him. She knew she didn't need to, she'd done nothing outwardly wrong. But she cared for him and she hadn't exactly made it easy for him to date Chrissy.

As for what he said last night, she wasn't sure she believed he actually wanted her. Convinced that it was a conversation fuelled by lust and the desire to have what he couldn't have, she decides to let his words fall on deaf ears and pretend that the conversation never happened. Unless he brought it up, she was content to mend the bridges that bound their friendship and forget about the confessions and the daunting reality of what could-have-been.

Is she curious to know what a romantic relationship with Hopper would be like? Absolutely. But if the last few weeks taught her anything, it was that she needed him in her life and she wasn't willing to risk their friendship for something that wasn't a sure thing.

If he brought it up, she would discuss it with him. Tell him that despite the tingling feeling that skirted across her bare skin every time they touched, she thinks they're better off as friends, even if a large part of her knows they'd be better off as more. Lucky for her, he doesn't bring it up and she doesn't have to navigate the word mine and let him down easily without showing that it's her fear and insecurity causing her to have to do so.

For now, she was happy with this. Just them. Joyce and Hopper.

She slides closer to him and leans on his shoulder, drawing in a deep breath now that her world seemed whole again.

"Do you have plans today?" he asks.

"Not really," she admits, "I was just going to hang out here, avoid my dad."

"Joyce."

"It's fine. He was drinking last night so he wasn't in the greatest mood today."

"Where's your mom this weekend?"

"Visiting my uncle," she says.

"Let's go," he encourages, hopping down effortlessly from his seat on the plank. He didn't always know what to say when Joyce didn't want to talk about what was going on at home, but he knew he could do the next best thing and offer up a distraction.

"Where are we going?" she calls down to him. Slowly, she climbs down the platform until she reaches the lawn. She wasn't nearly as tall or coordinated as Hopper and never trusted herself to jump down.

"Celebratory milkshakes," he explains.

"What on earth are we celebrating?" she asks. He just broke up with Chrissy and in the past, he was notorious for pouting for days after a breakup. Today he seemed to be in an extremely chipper mood, leaving her to wonder if he cared for Chrissy as much as she thought he did.

"Life," he laughs, raising his arms in a dramatic shrug. He holds up his car keys and lets them dangle off his thumb while he waits for her to catch up.

"Can I drive?" she asks while they walk towards where his car is parked on the road.

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?!" she whines.

"Because we're celebrating life Joy, we need to be alive to celebrate life," he smirks.

"I'm a great driver!" she exclaims.

"Just get in," he tells her, "I promise you can drive later."

Joyce and Hopper settle down at their usual booth at the diner and immediately order two chocolate milkshakes. While they wait for their drinks, he notices Joyce staring at a table across the aisle. Two girls are huddled together, whispering and giggling in their direction. Chrissy's friends.

"Hey," he says, placing his hand down on the table beside hers. "Ignore them."

"We don't have to stay here?" she suggests, "we can go-"

"Nowhere. We're not going anywhere."

"But-"

"But nothing. Ignore them. Let them whisper. Who cares what they think anyway. You and I were friends, doing things like this, long before Chrissy came into the picture. If they have a problem with us spending time together, they can confront us directly and tell us." His voice carries and Joyce knows that the girls are aware they're talking about them and she blushes.

"Hop. I wouldn't want a rumour to ruin your reputation," she admits shyly.

"I know I may have been a little lost these past few weeks, but I'm back Joyce. It's me. I could care less about what anyone thinks, let alone Chrissy's minions. And I never want you to worry about what anyone thinks, all that matters is this," he gestures between them with his index finger, "me and you."

"Besides, what's happening here has nothing to do with what happened between Chrissy and me so let's just enjoy our shakes and pretend we're the only people here, alright?"

"Alright," she nods, reaching for his hand. She places her palm over it and gently squeezes his wrist and just like that, the tension slips from his jaw because he knows she's alright.

Joyce grabs the milkshake the waitress just placed on the table between them and plops a straw into the drink. She doesn't ask what he means when he says "what's happening here" for fear that he'll tell her she knows exactly what he means. Instead, she takes a sip of her drink and smiles across the table at him.

"You know I'll always be there for you, right?" he asks out of nowhere.

"Where is this coming from?"

"I just… need you to know. I'll always be here Joyce. Even if you think I'm not. I'm here."

His words strike a chord and her entire body stills. It was an unspoken agreement they had, but hearing him say the words out loud, it meant something to her. It was such a personal sentiment and she knew he meant it with his entire heart. Part of her knew that even when he strayed with Chrissy, he would have been there had she needed him. She thought she would - need him, but surprised herself and found that she was stronger than she once believed herself to be. Still, it was nice to know that despite everything he would always be in her corner.

Rather than let him see how much his words mean to her, she smirks over at him and says, "God, you're such a sap today."

"Maybe I'm just trying to be a nice guy," he laughs.

"You're always a nice guy," she reminds him.

"Now who's being a sap," he teases.

Beneath the table, her knee collides with his and she draws back in her seat. Once she's regained her posture and sits back up, he moves his knee to touch hers again. She studies his face but he doesn't acknowledge his action. Instead, he begins to tell her a story about Benny tripping over one of the drill cones at practice the week before and they end up talking about Benny's new love interest. Hopper fills Joyce in on how the pair met at her party, though he awkwardly stumbles through the part about the party, carefully selecting his words about the evening in an attempt to not ruffle any feathers.

They talk and laugh and as the afternoon sun dips down and streams in through the diner windows, their knees are pressed together beneath the table. They order dinner and Hopper whines when Joyce steals more than half the fries on his plate after insisting she didn't want to order any. To get her back, he takes a massive bite out of her burger when she isn't looking but immediately feels guilty and insists that she let him cover the bill and buy dessert.

"I guess we should get going," he says after the bill is paid and there is no longer any natural light outside.

"You go ahead," she says, "I might stick around a while longer."

"Joyce," he says softly, "you can come over if you want?"

"It's fine. Really," she insists.

"Tell you what, why don't we hang out a while longer and then I'll drive you home?"

"You don't have to stick around Hop. I'll be fine to walk home."

"Have to, don't you mean get to?"

"You're ridiculous," she laughs.

"That may be true, but it made you smile so I'm going to call this a win."

Nearly two hours and another round of milkshakes later, Hopper pulls into Joyce's driveway to drop her off at home.

He follows her out of the car and up onto the front steps.

"Are we good Joyce?"

Their day was exactly like it had been pre-Chrissy, but he needed to be sure that things were moving forward and today wasn't some twist of fate one-off.

"We're good, Hop."

"You know you're my best friend, right?" he asks as he pulls her in for a side hug. They stay like that for a moment, wrapped up in one another; a long-awaited reacquaintance after their feud.

"You're mine too," she smiles when she finally pulls away. He watches as she climbs the steps of her porch and waves, swallowing the lump in his throat as the realization that he was in love with his best friend washes over him.

He stammers back to his car and climbs into the front seat but doesn't put the keys in the ignition. Kicking his boots up onto the dashboard, he leans back and watches as the lights in Joyce's house slowly flicker to life as she makes her way to her bedroom. When the light in the front-facing window glows, he allows himself to sigh and close his eyes. He would wait out here for a while until he was certain that her father wasn't going to lose it on Joyce for being out all day. Sitting in his parked car was something he'd gotten in the habit of doing a few years prior, after receiving a call the moment he got home from dropping Joyce off asking him to come back and get her.

Now, on days when he knew her father was in a bad mood, he waited at least thirty minutes - just in case. He's not sure she knows that he does it, and there has never been a time when she needed him but doesn't need her to know; he does it because he cares too much to ever let anything happen to her.

Eyes pinched shut, feet kicked up, he replays the moment over and over in his mind. The moment where he watched her walk away and realized he was terribly in love with her. Unlike the last time this thought entered his mind, he doesn't need to process or overthink it. He just knows, he's in love with her.

Head-over-heels in love with his best friend. Perfect.

Inside, Joyce manages to make it to her bedroom without running into anyone else and changes into a pair of fresh pyjamas. She completely forgot she was wearing Hopper's flannel the entire time they were at the diner and suddenly the gossiping between Chrissy's friends makes more sense. It wasn't abnormal for Hopper to give her one of his shirts or jackets, just like it wasn't strange for one of them to grab the hand of the other, but she understood how it looked to everyone else.

Once in her pyjamas, she slips her arms back into the oversized sleeves of the flannel and crawls into bed. She pulls her arms around her chest and smiles as she closes her eyes and begins to fall asleep, surrounded by the warmth of her comforter and the familiar scent of her best friend's flannel.

Today was a good day. The first day in weeks that felt normal. The only problem was she wasn't sure she could just forget about everything that happened between her and Hopper. After discovering she was interested in him romantically, she wasn't sure that she could ever go back to looking at their relationship the same way. Especially after his lust-filled confession telling her he felt the same way.

She knows they don't have to forget about it all; that they could face the facts head-on and deal with the ramifications but still she isn't sure that she trusts his feelings are true. Plus, his friends idolized Hopper for dating someone like Chrissy, what would people think if he started dating someone like her?

In the eyes of their peers, she knew someone like her would never be good enough for someone like him and she knew that despite his desire not to be, Hopper was the type of person who cares about what other people thought. His entire relationship with Chrissy had proved that.

What she wants is to see what they can be, but she can't be selfish and in the long run she believes that what she wants doesn't matter.

In the end, she decides to do nothing because in the back of her mind there's a nagging feeling that Hopper will change his mind and leave her again. Everyone was always abandoning her, she just lived life assuming that Hopper wasn't everyone. She refused to be let down and didn't want to find out that the man she put on a pedestal above everyone else was no different from everyone else that walked in and out of her life.

Over the next few days everything seems to fall back to normal. Aside from the glares Joyce receives from Chrissy and her minions and the few classmates that stop to greet Joyce in the hall, it was as if the entire feud between her and Hopper never happened. Joyce still enjoyed her lunch with Josie and Eli, but she and Hopper walked to and from class together and he drove her home after school. She hadn't spoken to Lonnie since that night she bailed on him at the diner but assumed he'd

he'd given up on pursuing her after he heard the rumours that were circulating about Hopper leaving Chrissy for her.

The rumours weren't true, but that didn't make them less of a hot topic. Joyce was approached by several people she'd never spoken to before and asked if it was true that she was dating Hopper. She told each of them the same thing; she wasn't. They were just friends. Even Josie had asked her if something was going on between them. Unlike her other classmates, Josie was the only one who seemed to believe Joyce when she claimed that nothing was going on.

Everything was back to normal, with the only noticeable difference being the shift in energy between her and Hopper. She knows it has something to do with the unresolved feelings they both silently agreed to sweep under the rug and she isn't sure how to deal with it. Things between them seemed tense at times, like each of them was waiting for the other to make a move or mention the unmentionable. Neither broke.

She wasn't willing to risk their fragile relationship and he wasn't one to overstep when it came to Joyce. They were at an impasse and neither of them was ready to make the moves necessary to move forward, so instead, they sat in a stalemate, just friends.

On Friday afternoon after final period, Joyce finds Hopper waiting for her at her locker.

He leans on the locker next to hers and watches while she puts her books away with a massive grin.

"Okay, what?" she asks, slamming the locker door shut.

"What?" he shrugs innocently.

"You have a look on your face."

"A look?"

"Yes. It's like you're up to no good."

"I'm always up to no good," he boasts. "But I thought of the perfect thing for us to do tonight."

"Well," she waits for him to continue, "what is it?"

"You and I are going to that fair a couple of towns over," he beams.

"A fair?"

"Yeah! You know, the one that's on all the flyers outside the gym."

"I don't know…"

"Oh c'mon Joyce! It'll be fun. I hear that a lot of people are going. Plus, if you ask me really nicely, I might even let you drive."

"Fine. I'll go. But I'm not asking nicely and you're letting me drive."

"You drive a hard bargain, Horowitz," he smiles. "I've got to get to practice but I'll pick you up at 7. Be ready!" he calls out to her on his way towards the locker room.

True to his word, Hopper shows up to pick Joyce up at 7 o'clock on the dot. He notices her mom's car in the driveway, something he hadn't seen in weeks and Joyce uses the front door instead of the window when she jogs out to meet him in her leather jacket and a dark pair of jeans. She immediately walks around the car to the driver's side and waits for Hopper to remove the keys and climb out of the car. Reluctantly, he does, clucking his tongue while he passes her the keys and begins on his way to the passenger's side.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" he asks. She tosses her hair into a messy low ponytail and adjusts his seat before climbing into the cabin and putting the keys in the ignition.

"I'm sure," she flashes him a smile.

"Alright, just… go slow while you back out."

"I wasn't planning on flooring it," she rolls her eyes.

The drive to the fair takes twice as long as it should but Hopper doesn't mind one bit. It's adorable how focused Joyce looks when she drives and he has a full view of the determined smirk plastered on her face since her hair is pinned back. He coaches her through the difficult turns and only panics once when she nearly runs a stop sign in a suburb near her house.

When they pull into the packed gravel parking lot on the fairgrounds, Joyce proudly shuts the car off and hands him the keys.

"Told you we'd make it here in one piece."

"You were right," he smiles.

"You can drive us home though," she tells him.

"How nice of you to let me drive my own car home," he jokes. "Seriously though, you're getting much better at driving."

"I have a good teacher," she tells him, making him blush.

The fairgrounds are composed of the largest fields Joyce has ever seen. On one side, the open space is filled with stalls and vendors selling produce and products, on the other, the night sky is being illuminated by a sea of colours flashing off of different temporary rides. She'd heard about this fair, it was a local thing that this town did yearly and something that the town of Hawkins was trying to start doing as an annual tradition; though she'd read in the papers that Hawkins planned on holding their fair in the summer instead of the spring.

The grounds are packed with people of all ages. Children tug on their parent's hands and giggle as they munch on large clouds of cotton candy while many of her classmates are in line for the rides and games. She and Hopper begin to make their way through the crowd as they look around.

Stride for stride, she walks next to him through the sea of unfamiliar faces. Hopper waves to a few people and asks Joyce what she wants to do first.

"Honestly, I have no idea. There's so much to do."

"Why don't we start with that?" his eyes light up when he looks in the direction of a giant bell. Joyce watches as the man standing next to it raises a comically large hammer and drops it down on a target, causing a small medallion to raise up the post and ring the bell.

"Yeah, right," she laughs. "Have you seen me? I'm not exactly the strongest person here," she informs him.

"Come on. I'll win you a prize," he tells her. He extends his palm and leads her through the crowd towards the game. She spots Lonnie with a group of his friends on the other side of it and considers waving, but he looks away when he notices her and Hopper.

Stupid rumours, Joyce thinks to herself.

Hopper pays the man at the booth and picks up the giant hammer with a massive grin. He manages to ring the bell on his second try and the booth attendant hands him a small brown bear with the tiniest green bow in its chest.

Joyce watches from the sidelines and pretends not to notice the bulge in his arms when he raises the hammer above his head and swings.

"Here," he says when he walks back over to her. "This is for you."

Joyce accepts the bear and hugs it against her chest. "Thank you," she blushes.

"What are you going to call him?" he asks her.

They begin to walk towards the rides and the back of their palms brush as he swings his arm between them, sending a jolt through him. He notices she withdrawals her hand and a deep red has settled in across her cheeks. She must have felt it too. Testing his theory, he walks closer to her and lets the back of his hand graze against hers, this time for a few seconds longer. She flinches but doesn't pull away and for a moment he considers taking her hand in his. He doesn't. It's too big of a risk and he doesn't want her to think he doesn't care about their friendship.

What he doesn't know is that a huge part of her wants him to take her hand and make the first move.

"Chester," she answers him. Holding up the bear, she nods, satisfied with her name choice.

"Chester?" he repeats back. "Why Chester?"

"I don't know, I just like the name. If I ever get a dog I think I'll name him Chester."

"It's a good choice then," he beams.

"So, where to next?" she asks. She puts Chester in her bag so that she doesn't lose him.

"You choose."

"Well, I know you hate rides so…"

"I don't hate them," he clarifies, "they just make me woozy."

"Hop, you've hated them since we were kids."

"Fine. I hate them. But I wouldn't hate that," he says, pointing to a funhouse with a neon sign that reads "Tunnel of Love."

"Oh god," she groans, "that is soooo cheesy."

"Doesn't make it any less fun. Come on," he waves for her to follow him.

"Maybe you'll change your mind and we can go on one ride after?"

"Doubtful."

"Please?"

"We'll see."

The tunnel of love was a two-story playground made out of pink and red plastic pieces. The ceiling of the first floor was covered in strange oval-shaped light bulbs in white and red that flashed in time with the music that played over the small speakers lining the floor.

Hopper purchases a handful of tickets and cashes two of them in exchange for hand stamps allowing both him and Joyce access to the attraction.

They begin with the mirror maze and Joyce nearly doubles over with laughter when Hopper walks face-first into a mirror and stumbles over. They take their time going through the rest, hands extended forward after Hopper complains that his coach will kill him if he gives himself a concussion in a funhouse mirror maze.

Joyce takes the lead and guides them to the second obstacle, swinging bean bags that are suspended from the ceiling.

"This is much more my thing," he brags. With a swift right hook, he swings the first bag out of the way for Joyce and then does the same for himself and trails after her.

Joyce bats at the second bag but it hardly moves and it remains in her path.

"Allow me," he says, smacking the thing clear out of the way.

"For the record, I only did that so you would feel better about the mirror thing," she lies.

"Sure," he winks.

The rest of the first floor is fun and simple, leaving Joyce and Hopper to joke around while they work through each of the mazes. As they approach the end, a large sign painted on the wall tells them that the Tunnel of Love is next. Up ahead, Joyce can see a large spinning tunnel that's been painted in a pale shade of pink.

"I don't get the whole tunnel of love thing, why not just call it a tunnel?" she asks.

"It's part of the theme. I guess some people buy into all that crap," he responds.

"Did you know that according to Greek mythology, soul mates are real?" she asks.

"You don't believe that, do you?"

"No. But I read a book on it once. According to the legend, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Apparently, Zeus feared their power and split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves."

"That's insane."

"I agree. Imagine thinking there's someone out there that's meant for you," she laughs. "People who believe in things like that are total suckers. I'm not even sure I believe in love."

"Yeah," Hopper says, studying her face. He swallows hard and nods, but says nothing else. Instead, he watches as she continues through the tunnel of love, completely oblivious to the way he's staring after her. Yeah, he thinks. I don't believe in it either.

"Come on!" Hopper insists, tugging Joyce towards a row of arcade games.

"What are we doing, aren't these kid's games?"

"No, they're just games," he insists. "I'll win you something. Which one do you want?"

He points into a claw machine that is filled with small plastic spheres, each containing a different prize. Joyce peers over and ducks beneath his shoulder so she can get a better look at the items inside the machine.

"You don't have to waste your money on this," she informs him.

"It's not a waste of money, I want to win something for you. Choose."

She scans across the lot of prizes and smiles, secretly she adored how adamant he was on winning something for her. She already had the bear, she didn't need anything else, but she knows how stubborn he is and tells him to aim for a small plastic ring. The ring was a cheap silver and had a small blue gemstone stuck in the center, but it struck Joyce as simple and beautiful.

Four coins and several frustrated sighs later, Hopper pounds on the machine with his fist and curses. "Damn it!"

"Hey," she smiles up at him, placing her palm on his arm reassuringly, "it's okay."

"It's not okay. The machine totally ripped us off!"

"There's always next time," she tells him. "Plus, it was just fun watching you play."

"I'm sorry Joyce. I really wanted to win that little ring for you."

"What the heck am I going to do with some silly little arcade ring anyways? Besides, you already won me a bear and I love it."

"You do?"

"Of course I do. You won it for me," she grins. "Now, what do you say we find some snacks?"

"I say lead the way."

Walking away from the arcade booth, Joyce and Hopper practically walk face-first into Chrissy and her friends who are hovered around the exit. In an absolute panic, Hopper grabs Joyce's hand and tugs her towards the nearest ride with no line; the Ferris wheel. She follows without question, knowing how awkward he must feel. The rumours at school still hadn't calmed down and despite the two of them knowing that Hopper didn't leave Chrissy for Joyce, everyone else believed it which further alienated Joyce. Somehow, it made Hopper even more popular amongst his classmates. Apparently, the only thing cooler than dating a senior was breaking up with a senior.

From what Joyce had seen, Hopper was doing what he always did and ignoring the rumours but she also noticed he'd been avoiding Chrissy. Whenever they saw her in the hall he quickly ducked and looked the other way. When she asked him why he was avoiding Chrissy, he told her that Chrissy was livid with him and he didn't want to cause a public scene.

The two of them step onto the next available ride car and are fastened in with a metal lap bar.

"You alright?" she says. It's a statement, not a question and Hopper purses his lips.

"Yup."

She doesn't ask what that means; mostly, for selfish reasons. If she knew he missed Chrissy, she'd feel guilty for the things she was thinking. But he didn't care and now here he was by her side and the thoughts plaguing her mind were within reach, making them far more frightening than they were when he was unavailable to her.

During the first rotation they sit in awkward yet comfortable silence. Joyce takes in the full view of the fair and is in awe. It was much prettier from above than from the ground. She can feel how tense Hopper is next to her and does her best to remain light.

"I thought you hated rides," Joyce remarks, trying to lighten the mood.

"I do."

"Then why…?"

"Go on one with you? You said you wanted to. I just wanted to make you happy, see you smile."

"You do?" she whispers.

Suddenly, she forgets that Chrissy was the catalyst for this adventure. There is no one else. It's just the two of them, sitting on a tiny metal bench and spinning around in circles.

"I like your smile," he blushes. He's aware that her hand is dangerously close to his on the safety bar, so he rocks the car forward and uses the motion as an excuse to brush his pinky against hers.

"Oh."

"If that's alright with you?" The words roll off his tongue in a whispered tone, and he's leaning in close enough that she can practically feel them. His eyes scan hers, his palm settles on top of hers and uses his thumb to angle her head up towards his. He locks eyes with her and leans in but the ride lurches forward and tugs Joyce back. She reaches for Hopper's hand out of fear and links their fingers.

When the ride steadies and resumes, she attempts to pull her hand away but Hopper clutches onto it.

He speaks in a hurry, the sound of his voice, gruff and hushed, "Joyce."

"I-" he whispers, he closes the distance between them, lips hovering just above her ear, his body pressed against hers as much as the tiny plastic seat will allow.

"Yes," she breathes.

"You consider us friends, don't you?"

"Obviously," she responds.

"But…"

"But," she whispers, her lips ghosting over his with extreme patience that requires all of her attention.

He's about to give in and allow his lips to capture hers in a searing kiss only to be interrupted by the older man running the ride who yells, "next."

He lifts the bar and allows Joyce and Hopper to step off the ride.

The moment she steps off the ride, she sees Josie excitedly waving at her. Her friend calls her over but Joyce only has eyes for Hopper and turns to him before she acknowledges Josie.

"To be continued?" he asks.

She swallows hard and nods.

"Go on," he tells her, "we'll find each other later."

Joyce watches as Hopper wanders off to find his football buddies and then joins Josie for a few more rides. The entire time, she replays their moment on the Ferris wheel over in her mind. He was going to kiss her and she was going to let him. No, she wasn't just going to let him, she wanted him to. She still wanted him to.

She thinks about the way he spoke in a low and purposeful voice before they parted ways. Did he mean what she thought he meant when he said to be continued?

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

#Jopper #stranger things #au #highschool au #Multichapter

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theforgottendaydreamer · 4 years

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"The Last Airbender" honest commentary by me

-> I remember I watched this once, when I was something like 12, and I think my mind FORCED me to forget about it, and now that I'm 20 I feel the urge to watch it again. I saw clips on YouTube so it's not like I know nothing at all, but very very little. I'm honestly scared. I'll point out the things that I like too, if I find something like it. So... bring it on.

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What is that gibberish in the background even supposed to mean? As someone who studies Japanese I am deeply disappointed. "But A:TLA's words are in Chinese!!" yes. But, for those who don't know, Japanese imported them as kanji so I can recognize them even if I don't speak Chinese, for these characters are written in the same way, even if pronounced differently. Or, well, I could recognize them if this gibberish meant anything. But it doesn't.

Not a fan of the prologue written onscreen as Katara reads it aloud (I suppose it's her?) to be honest. Especially when it's in... English. At this point why not changing that ugly gibberish into the English translation of the words? It would've made more sense, even if it doesn't.

Katara and Sokka sure are very... huh... White. Watching the racism and whitewashing jump out is too painful. Damn, I'm already upset with this movie and I'm only 2:35 minutes in.

A:TLA Sokka would never raise a finger on his sister- never in a million years. This dude straight up grabbed her arm! Not. Cool. Dude.

"I thought about Mom, isn't that strange..?" no Katara, it really isn't. She's your dead mother, it's not strange to think about her. That sentence just seems forced, it's got nothing to do with what's happening.

Okay, Sokka following his father's teachings is actually accurate, nice one.

I take it back. Sokka, what the actual fuck- why would you break the ice right under your feet?? A:TLA Hakoda would be very disappointed.

Oh, look, Aang's white too. How surprising.

Katara, the kid just woke up from a coma, stop asking him a thousand questions, cut Aang some slack!

Acting skills sooo not on point. Maybe the actors are actually good, and maybe it's just the dialogues that are... off. I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and see how it goes.

I apprecciate the effort of trying to make Aang's tattoos look "cool" but next time, please don't.

This camera work is giving me a headache. The angles keep changing rapidly with no reason, and sometimes the camera's too close to the actors... Who did this?

Are Katara and Sokka the only white people in their village? I'm... confused.

"I am Prince Zuko." uh???? Where's your scar? Come on, that is literally one of the main points around which his story revolves, you can't just not put it there. I'm so upset.

Oh... that's the scar? Dude, I have a worse scar on my knee, I'm not even joking.

Of course Katara and Sokka's grandma is white, makes sense. So there's three white people in this village while everyone else is Asian, from what I saw. So it's okay to cast Asians as extras but not as the main characters? Holy shit, this movie is so problematic already.

Zuko, for fuck's sake, stop yelling. Aang's right in front of you, you two are, like, three inches apart. Stop screaming!

Firebenders need firepits to draw fire from..? Just bring a flamethrower with you next time, it'd be more efficient than your attacks anyway...

I'm not even 11min in and I want to stop already. I can't endure another 1:30h of this. I'm not strong enough.

"[Our mom] would have fought!" she didn't, that's the whole point. She surrendered to protect you, Katara, and the others. I get that the producers changed the story a little, it's normal, but- you can't change these things.

These dialogues... I want to rip my ears off. So little logic, so little pathos, such a poor timing- I want to cry.

Okay, this Iroh seems pretty similar to A:TLA's, thank goodness they didn't mess him up too much.

That is NOT how you pronounce Iroh!! I was a fool to think that there was one character that hadn't been completely ruined in this movie.

Nice nod to Hama, not bad.

Grandma casually has a map next to her when she needs it... Okay, I guess.

The scene on the ship- I'm speechless. Negatively speechless. I want to wash my eyes with bleach.

I love how Zuko just watches Aang fly away, like- "oh, there he goes". A:TLA Zuko would've jumped into the freezing ocean and swam toward him if he had to.

I can't get over their pronunciation of Aang. Ahng? Ohng? What is the reason behind this- why did they change it? He's literally the main character, you just don't do that.

With all due respect, the CGI is bad. I get that this movie is kinda old, but... No. There are older movies with better special effects. Low budget, maybe? I don't know.

"Souuka and I-" it's Sokka. Not Souuka. Sokka.

Zhao is hateful and annoying, which is accurate. I miss the ugly sideburns though.

Iroh calmly sipping tea while Zuko kicks ass- spot on, I can't deny that.

I hate Sokka so much. He's completely out of character, too annoying, uncharacteristically angsty and so boring. How can someone completely mess up a cool character like him?

"There is earth right beneath your feet"... oh my God, for real? Wow, how did they not notice that sooner...

"It's time for you to stop doing this!" reminds me of that one vine with the kid that yells "whEn wiLL yOu LeArN tHAt yoUR aCTioNs hAve ConSeqUEnceS!?", I don't know why.

Katara pushes a Firebender. She pushes him. He could burn her to a crisp and she- okay, you know what, I'm just going to ignore it.

Again with the firepits, I can't even-

It takes six Earthbenders to lift the rock the size of a chair..? And they also have to make a little dance to do that..?

The extras in the background don't even move- guys, at least pretend to dodge or be afraid, or cower backwards, don't just observe while you stand still looking as if you were glancing at the horizon.

Literally everyone in this movie is portrayed by Asian and Middle Eastern actors except for the main characters... Who allowed this, who said that this was okay? Seriously, who. Please, fire this person.

If Aang can't bend the other elements, what was that on Zuko's ship? Were the fire, the rock and the water acting up because Aang was there? It makes no sense.

"Avatars can't have a family." are you sure? 'Cause Roku did, even Wan (and Korra, after Aang) in a way, and many other Avatars too, I'm sure. That's not why he ran away, not at all.

Again with the fake Chinese characters... I mean, I think they were trying to imitate Chinese cursive writing, but... The lines are so straight, so stiff, so clean- there is no way that authentic cursive looks like that. Have you ever seen Japanese cursive? The characters are unrecognizable, but the lines are fluid and curved, not like that.

The scene with Katara and Aang practicing by the river confuses me because- I don't see any water being bent. Is it just me? I'm serious, maybe I just didn't see it..?

Ozai asking about Zuko and acting mildly concerned and almost caring is off-character. It makes it look like he feels guilty, when A:TLA Ozai does not. Also, let's say that this Ozai feels guilty, why doesn't he just welcome his son back, then? But he doesn't, 'cause he indirectly says so, so it makes no sense.

More gibberish. Please, stop. Don't do that again. I beg you.

"-sentenced to Agni KEE." goddamn it. Agni KAI. Not KEE. KAI! Why is that so hard for these people to say things right?

I still don't see any Waterbending. Are they just moving randomly? Are the practicing without actually bending the water..?

Oh, alright, now there's water moving, that's better. Still, so many movements for a little stream of water being lifted in the air- almost like that dance the Earthbenders did earlier. Seems excessive.

Is that monstrosity supposed to be Appa? Why is his face so- human? Oh Spirits, forgive them!

Again with this "I can have no family." thing- did the producers even watch the whole show or just read the summary of Wikipedia?

You know what, the Blue Spirit mask is accurate, in a way. Old masks used to have wigs attached sometimes, so it's not as bad as it seems. His stance though- that's a big no.

Zuko's swords don't actually hit anything most of the times he swings them around- just saying.

"What is this?". Ugh, Zhao, Aang's an AIRbender. Get it? AIR. So he is moving the AIR. I mean, you know he's an airbender, why are you acting surprised that he can redirect the wind?

Yue's white too... I checked online, and I discovered that the actress has Mexican origins: this has nothing to do with Asia and the Middle East so I personally consider this as a desperate attempt to include diversity- as if there were no actual Asian and Middle Eastern actors out there, but fine, I guess. What was I expecting at this point? Oh, I also know that this actress is Asami's V.A. which doesn't change much but since I like Asami I'll pretend to like this Yue too, a bit.

Extra™ moves to create a 10ft tall tornado... Okay, Aang, you're the boss.

Pakku is white too, hm? I don't know what to say anymore. Should I just stop pointing out this cast is so, so wrong? Probably. Will I? No.

Sokka's face when Yue tells him her hair's white because she was stillborn- that is the only realistic face he's done so far. Also, Yue's acting is not that off, and I actually like it! She's better than others.

More waterbending without water. Budget cuts.

I take that back, Yue is basically smiling when Sokka tells her that the Fire Nation is there, like, come on! Yue, I believed in you...

The dialogues are so fake, nobody talks like that! I'm sure that this is among the reasons why the actors seem incapable of doing their job- I'm sorry for these people, maybe the poor performance is not entirely their fault.

I'm trying to figure out what's up with Zuko's hair, and I'm not talking about the fact that it doesn't grow where the scar is, that's normal. What bothers me are those spikes he has on the front and on the back- or whatever they are. I am confused. Better than ponytail!Zuko, worse than all the other haircuts he had in A:TLA.

Zuko's actor is the best one in this movie so far, in my opinion. He's believable. He yelled a lot in the beginning, but now (1:12h in) he's not that odd.

How to understand when a scene has been not thought through: when characters don't do something that normal people would do. Zuko throws fire at Aang when he tries to escape, and then he just stands less than ten feet apart as Aang hides- he watches him, he stands there like "okay, I can't attack you now because the script says I'm not supposed to". Then do not include him in the shot! Or, at least make him say something- no, he just stands there and watches as his enemy is literally three seconds away from him. He could reach him with a little leap, without even running!

They showed Azula for a split second in the Agni Kai scene and then Zuko mentioned her once. Is that all? I hope to see her more, even a little something. Not including her would be a huge waste.

I don't ever want to see Appa again. So ugly he's scary. Who is the person that created the CGI for our amazing flying bison that we fell in love with? This isn't Appa, it's... Something else, something terrible.

The scene where Yue passes out when Zhao kills the Spirit- the secondhand embarrassment is real there. I had to look away, it's so bad.

This Zhao is maybe the most out of character person in this movie, and it's hard to beat Aang and Sokka so that sure is something...

If they say "Souuka" one more time I'll cry. I'm serious. I'll do it.

Alright, alright, the scene where Aang saves the day is pretty cool, I liked it, despite the questionable CGI.

Why do Katara and Sokka keep Aang upright by gripping his upper arms so tightly? That hurts! There are different ways to do that, less painful and more efficient.

Ozai looks like he has no idea of what he's talking about, he looks like me when I read maths.

There she is, Azula!! Wait- are we seeing her again?

...okay, we're not.

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What can I say... Disastrous. No cabbage man, literally only five seconds of Azula, everyone is out of character, bad casting, bad pronunciation, gibberish wannabe Chinese characters, odd CGI... Everything is wrong.

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The 100 s5 rewatch: Ep 5 Shifting Sands

I don’t know when the last time I saw this episode was. When it aired maybe. I’m nervous. RIDICULOUS.

OKAY. I must offer some warnings for this liveblog. It is Bellarke friendly of course. It is also pro Zaven and pro Memori. Not anti Murven, but I don’t ship them and I don’t see it. So be aware going in. It is not anti Echo or b/e, but not pro them either.

It is however, kinda anti Octavia. So this is the real warning. She really pisses me off in this episode. And I do QUITE a bit of ranting. It is not flattering. Don’t read it if you love Octavia and can’t handle criticism. Her character is hard core criticized her, I think she is not doing good, is making bad decisions and is flat out wrong. And I don’t make excuses. So if you love octavia and can’t handle antis please take my warnings seriously. I am not ever anti anyone, but this interpretation is hardcore unflattering. I still want her to be redeemed, but she’s got a lot to answer for in my book. Stans may not be happy. Caveat Emptor. Buyer beware.

Oh this is also not Kara Cooper friendly. Totally hate her. Does cooper have fans? don’t read. Oh also not a McCreary fan.... well, I mean he’s awful, but he’s great at being awful so I like that. not that Octavia and Cooper aren’t also great at being awful, and to be honest I’m really enjoying ALL their evil, so is it really HATE? Idk. Not good for stans tho.

This is LONG, like almost 4k words.

Jackson glad to see Clarke, coulda used you in the bunker. Jackson won’t tell her why Abby was afraid. Miller says good bye and kisses him. That’s still so damn cute. But iller ignores Clarke completely. Meanwhile the army is ready to go.

“Miller wait!”

Bellamy to the rescue, “slow down Miller.”

“Octavia told me not to.” Just noted that Miller talks to Bellamy but not to Clarke. I wonder if that’s an Octavia order, if she’s treating Clarke like a foreign leader.

Miller tells Clarke she can’t just do whatever the hell she wants there. Clarke is telling him the what for on the weather and land. Miller is listening to her because she’s making sense.

Octavia is planning military strategy. The irony here is that Octavia is more closely planning military idiocy without strategy. Or I guess the strategy is full speed ahead. Idk.

Kara Cooper tries to give Miller his orders. “I know my orders,” he says, slightly sass daddy, and tells Octavia she should listen to what Clarke has to say. Octavia raises her eyebrows like she can’t believe he would listen to Clarke. Or tell octavia to listen to her. Or something. Indra is trying for good strategy, Clarke says the sea route is MAYBE passable, and Octavia is like “Maybe is good enough.” THAT GIRL IS NOT A GOOD STRATEGIST. Bellamy tries to stop her and they pull their guns on him. Octavia lets him speak.

“We’re all on the same team. No one wants to get to that valley more than me. It’s my home, but this way is risky.”

Clarke tells her about the glass sandstorms. Kara Cooper is pushing stupidity. Indra is trying to be reasonable.

Octavia says if this is the last living valley on earth then it should be ours.

“Diyoza thinks the same thing,” Bellamy says.

“And so we fight.”

Good thinkers: Bellamy, Clarke, Indra, Miller. Bad thinkers: Octavia and stupid Kara Cooper. I blame her. She reinforces Octavia’s bad ideas and power trips with her ass kissing. Kara you suck. Man she is the WORST.

Indra says Octavia needs Bellamy and she’s glad he’s here for her, and then points Clarke and Bellamy to the packs. And invitation if I’ve ever heard.

Clarke turns to Bellamy, at a loss. “What do we do?”

“Raven and Murphy are in trouble. I have to go with them.” Clarke is a bit shell shocked at that, then Bellamy makes jokes about “a six day hike through sandstorm country with a gladiator country? What could go wrong.” and hands her the pack and she smiles. “After you.” Honestly all her emotional reactions are so tight and nailed down. She had like .10 seconds of panic that he was leaving her, and then it’s like she’s all of a sudden excited to go on adventures again.

DIyoza knows they’re fanatics. She’s used to those. She doesn’t know that Shaw is a traitor and the missiles are down because of him. She threatens torture for Raven, and we find out that she and McCreary were together once. “That was torture, too.” Queen of Sarcasm.

Back in the valley, nice and green. The prisoners playing some sort of death metal or something, and goofing off. Very reminiscent of the delinquents first off the drop ship. Diyoza thinks they’re desecrating the valley. She is not like them. She’s disciplined, they’re worse than delinquents. Wait wasn’t that music like William Miller’s real music? Like it was McCreary’s band. Lol.

Abby sees the drawing of Madi. “Who’s that?” Kane asks. “I don’t know.” She says, he points out there were two beds in the house. Almost like she wasn’t alone.

Here’s Vinson in his collar. He has trouble controlling his more “primal urges.”

“If the demon comes out, you pull that trigger.” This is no delinquent dealing pot on the ark.

And Diyoza has Abby’s number and knows she’s an addict already. She says they’re not prisoners, but protective custody. Kane also says he needs guarantees on Raven and Murphy’s safety. Aww. That’s really nice. He’s still taking care of his kids. And then he offers to sell Octavia out. Lol. She doesn’t trust traitors. But she was one herself. THEN she catches Vinson stealing a scalpel. Lol. Don’t forget that Vinson is a bad guy. “Keep your hands and feet away from his mouth and you should be fine.”

Sharing rations with their chant. “All of me for all of us.” Okay fine that’s creepy. And foreshadowing.

Clarke thinks it’s beautiful. They lost a third of their people and had no idea if they would get out. She thinks it’s impressive.

“So is surviving alone. How’d you do it?” His voice is so soft.

“Well I wasn’t alone.” For a second her voice is open. Then she shakes her head. “I had Madi.” Then all of a sudden she’s tired and gives him her rations. She’s running away.

Indra tries to tell Octavia that Bellamy loves her and she says love is a weakness. Indra does not believe this and says it was nonsense. She says it was Gaia’s teachings.

“It’s not nonsense. Love no one and no one can hurt you.” This is where Octavia ends up after losing Lincoln, and having all that anger towards Bellamy. She cut them off. Cut love off. This might have been what could have happened to Clarke if she’d been forced into this leadership…. Without Bellamy to act as a counter balance.

“I love you,” Indra says, like a challenge. “Does that make me weak?”

Octavia backs down.

Miller is back with his partner, screaming. Clarke comes in. Stupid Kara Cooper won’t let her. Clarke asks Octavia’ permission and she grants it. “THere’s something inside him.” They find the hole in dude’s legs.

“It came from the sand, we have to go back. Miller said they were everywhere.”

Octavia says no and Cooper agrees with her. Indra: “what a surprise.” I love sarcastic Indra who doesn’t like Cooper. Me either girl.

Torturing Raven. Oh no.”She’s tougher than she looks.” No shit mccreary. Shaw apologizes. McCreary is a psycho who douses her with water so the electricity will conduct. Shaw intervenes. McCreary brings in Murphy and punches him. New torture victim. Asks them who killed Kodiak on the ship. Shaw aims a gun at him to make him stop. “You’re making a mistake.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Shaw threatens to damage his legs— not needed to fly.

I actually need to rewind for Zaven dynamic. hold up. He crouches down, his apology is very sincere. It’s his fault and he knows it. Because he’s the one who screwed with the missiles not Raven. Oooh. He’s breathing very heavy when McCreary threatens her. He don’t like it. HE LIKES HER. It isn’t returned. He HATES McCreary though. Shaw has those big, sad eyes. He can’t take it anymore. And Faces off against McCreary.

Raven cares more for Murphy, of course. They are authentically worried for each other. Murphy tells her not to tell Shaw anything and Shaw is like, “She couldn’t if she wanted to, I’m the one who locked the weapons system.” He’s a very honest traitor. I think he regrets whose side he’s on. But what they were doing to the prisoners was wrong TOO. He’s someone who already believes in that Doing The Right Thing thing. He’s definitely one of our delinquents, not one of the criminals.

He tells them that Diyoza was going to kill the whole bunker right then and there and if he didn’t do something it would all be over. Murphy says they were tortured for nothing and Raven says it was to save his own ass. Shaw doesn’t like that. “I’m sorry were you looking for a thank you? You let them do that to us because of what happens to you if they find out the truth!”

Murphy wants to hear him out and see if he has a plan. His plan is to say she came clean.

Raven says it sucks because she’ll use the missiles. But he says either he says she came clean or he hacked it but one of those options means raven and Murphy stay alive.

Enter genius Raven. She saw him on the captain’s log and knows he’s not one of them and that’s why he locked the missiles and why he’s gonna help them. “Trust me Murphy. You’re gonna like my plan more.”

Oh Abby has the shakes. Trying to be a doctor while her body collapses from withdrawal. Kane wants to take care of her, he knows how to handle her withdrawal and she feels guilt for the arena.

Diyoza is being the gossip. She loves to see who likes who. ’Am I interrupting? Just tell me what I need to know and I”ll leave you to your shakes and vomiting.” Diyoza has the medical files from the last doctor. McCreary killed him. She basically said that as long as Abby can be a good doctor she’ll stay alive and says Kane is a determined traitor as she tries to get her to accept the bunker for their resources and skills. She’s like they’re all trained to kill. You expect me to invite them in to tea?

“I don’t know, do the murderers and thieves you surround yourself with now drink tea?” Kane giving back the snark.

McCreary tattles to Diyoza about Shaw pulling a gun on him and she’s like no. You’re not allowed. To kill him, of course.

But there’s Murphy running away into the woods. He’s escaped. Ooh Echo finds him.

“Where’s Raven,” Emori asks. “You left her? Why am I not surprised?”

She made a deal. Monty wants to know about the shock collar, he warns him away. They ask him about Abby and Kane, Murphy is clueless. “That means Bellamy got the bunker open.”

Madi comes to ask about Clarke. “Who’s the hobbit?” He says never mind and says they need to warn them about the missiles. LOTS of info right here. Very short time. The rover is in the bear cave. ‘Don’t worry, the bears are gone,” says Madi. That is a funny line.

Shaw. He says he let Murphy go. But then he points out the collar and it’s tracking and Raven calls him a son of a bitch for betraying her… or is that part of the plan? I think it’s the plan.

Madi: “I thought you’d be funnier.” Clarke told her stories.

“Oh really, was I the dashing hero who got the girl?” —Or the selfish ass who lost her. Emori of course.

“Octavia’s my favorite. Clarke said she wouldn’t have made it without each one of you.”

“We wouldn’t have made it without her,” Echo

“Not even close.” Harper.

Murphy’s shock collar triggers.

Emori is worried, monty knows it’s proximity and gets Madi to back up.

Emori starts to try and disarm it and Echo says there’s no time they have to warn everyone about the missiles. Murphy ditches from the rover and Monty says no because there’s a tracker and they’ll come get him. Murphy tells them to go

Holdup I’m rewinding for the Memori dynamic. Emori goes to him first as soon as he’s shocked. She doesn’t like that she cares but she does. She didn’t stop loving him. But her hate is real too.

They leave Murphy behind and there is Emori waiting with him. She sighs heavily. He’s confused. He thought she hated him.

Bellarke. Working together to figure out the new danger.

“Octavia’s not the only one who’s changed, you know? You could have killed those prisoners. But you didn’t. Diyoza would have killed me if not for you and Madi would be alone. You got the bunker open.” She does it all while she’s working on the warrior. Keeping her distance. Opening up to him. The same Bellamy. The same Clarke. Learning new things about each other.

“Who knew it would turn out to be pandora’s box,” he says.

“Im serious Bellamy. The heart and the head.” He is the hero in her dreams.

“The heart and the head.” This is how they reconnect.

Uh oh here comes a sandstorm. Bitches. She told you.

“The wind hasn’t met wonkru.” SCUSE YOU OCTAVIA? What the hell kind of myths were you reading where you think a handful of warriors can defeat the weather. 9 months on earth and she thinks she’s more powerful than the freaking sky? Bellamy your sister is an idiot. I think she thinks she’s a greek god. You know what that’s called baby? Hubris. Pride goeth before the fall.

“Keep moving? Thanks to you, we’re stuck between razorblades winds and burrowing parasitic bugs.” Bellamy stands in her way.

“Thanks to YOU we’re at war.” OH MY GOD SHE’S SO STUPID. Y’all idolizing blodreina? She did NOT get grandpappy Blake’s smart genes. Bellamy saved your ass and opened the bunker before you starved in there due to your sidekick’s incompetence with the farms.

“Only if you insist on fighting it,” he doesn’t even pay attention to her blame game, he’s to used to that dynamic with her. He hasn’t broken free.

“Fight or die, that’s all there is.” No it’s not. No seriously. Why is she so dumb. She read. We know. Bellamy taught her. Is it because other people aren’t really real to her? I don’t get it. Why does she do this? She’s got this fantasy in her head and she’s do devoted to it that it’s become the only way. “You don’t get it because you’re not one of us.”

He continues to challenge her, ask her if warrior is one of her people and Cooper and her guards are getting angry at his disrespect. Clarke is worried.

Luckily warrior starts screaming to lessen tensions. Lol. Sandworms lessen tensions.

Yikes! Worms explode out his bellay! Everyone panics and I’m laughing. Sorry. Worms GOOD! REWIND lets watch it again. Tee hee. Yes. I like. This is the kind of post apocalyptic sci fi survival adventure drama we LIKE.

Oh Octavia can’t feel her legs, and Clarke tries to stop the worm from getting into her torso, and Kara Cooper is freaking out about the dozens of eggs (or is she plotting already, she’s kin to the worms, you can see her connect to them.)

“Thank you. GO,” Clarke tells her. NO ONE LIKES YOU KARA COOPER.

And meanwhile Bellamy is like, “I’m right here, we’ got this.” Clarke cuts into her arm and just grabs hold of the sucker.

“Clarke you’re gonna lose it!” Bellamy says.

“Like hell I am.” Classic Clarke. Then she… just grabs hold and pulls.

Oh, Monty finally reaches them on the radio. It’s an *Emergency.*

Bellamy’s like, “We got your emergency beat.” Monty is like, “I doubt that.” And tells him about the eye in the sky and the missiles. While Monty is telling them the danger, Clarke wraps the worm around her own hand for a better grip and PULLS. It snaps out like a rubber band. Miller puts it in a jar. Oh miller.

Indra, “where do we find cover in the middle of a wasteland?” Indra is thinking strategy and reason.

Clarke says “If we retreat they’ll back down.”

Octavia says

Get this.

She says, “you still don’t understand. Wonkru does not retreat.”

Dumbass tyrant. I do NOT understand how y’all Stan her with this. I am sorry. She is a flipping FOOL. There is not ONE decision she made in season 5 that was good in any way shape or form, except to bow before Madi and accept the heda. I know she’s beautiful and badass, but y’all have GOT to stop letting appearance cloud your freaking judgment like that. She’s TERRIBLE and stupid and selfish and flat out EVIL. It’s not a question of understanding who she is and where she comes from, I understand that too. I know she had to do the hard thing at the beginning but that was NO EXCUSE for where she let it go. That was NO excuse for her behavior when they got free. Everyone has been through hell. You can’t let that turn you evil. You just can’t. You are not excused for this. Ugh. Sorry. I didn’t mean to rant, but come ON.

Bellamy says, “You do if you want to live,” which is reasonable and not stupid, and not full of ego and delusions of godhood.

Indra is like stop fucking arguing we don’t have time for this. Except, you know, she’s more polite than I am. And she mentions that the route home puts them in a sandstorm.

“Those ruins are not our home. That Valley is and we’re taking it back…. Get ready to understand.” That last was glared at Bellamy, like it’s his fault or something. OH right. She thinks it’s his fault. Did I say I think Octavia is dumb? Yeah. I do. Hey, Octavia, you end up losing, like half your people over the next couple of weeks. And, you know, you don’t actually beat Eligius with wonkru. That was, ahem, your brother and HIS team. And Clarke. And Madi. And freaking SHAW. Even Diyoza. What do we understand NOW? Okay. Not now. Now is ep5. That’s 8 eps away. Oh we understand something and it’s not what you think. Think? Does she think? And it’s not the venom making her dumb because she keeps on being dumb all season. Bad leadership is bad leadership. She treats her people like tin soldiers. Expendable. Like Jaha did. Because he taught her how. And like Lxa did, although she got lxa’s teachings roundabout through Indra and Gaia. (Remember the love is a weakness thing.) Octavia does NOT break the cycle, she keeps it spinning.

Shaw. Diyoza says fire at will. Shaw doesn’t want to. Boom goes the tent camp. Shaw is visibly upset.

And there is Wonku huddled around Octavia, Indra yelling “Hold! Hold!” As the razor sands blow around them. Bellamy is in the crowd as Clarke works on Octavia on the ground, inside. Not saying they’re not badass. They are definitely badass. Badass doesn’t excuse stupid though.

Shallow Valley. Kane and Abby in Clarke’s house. Abby is calm and collected and going through medical files.

“Give me the pills,” Kane says. She says no. “You promised.”

McCreary charges in. Seizes Kane. McCreary is a goon. She says she won’t help if Kane is hurt he says, menacingly, “yes you will.” Abby is smart. She knows, she asks which of the med charts is his.

Me, I’m like TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT. I know he’s built. He’s handsome when he isn’t playing McCreepy. Give us a show man. YOUR DOCTOR NEEDS TO DO AN EXAMINATION. TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!!!! I really don’t know if he will. Zipper.

YAY! Oooh. Nice back. Lucky Eliza. Lots of tats. Come on lets get some abs and pecs. Aww. Nope.

Lol.

I don’t care leave me alone.

Shoving Kane in the woods. ‘You’re making a mistake. There are so few people left. You can’t just kill everyone and expect…”

There’s Diyoza with some booze. I’d just like to tell you that, as a woman who’s btdt, she’s about 4 months in this shot. And in the 2 weeks of the story? She goes to about 8.5 months. I mean we have to let that go, because time is time and they had to work with the reality of her pregnancy and they did, which was really nice. Yay for Jason working with a working pregnant mother to allow her to continue to do her job. That was actually really nice and a GOOD thing to do. For human rights and decency and equality.

Diyoza however, knows that the battalion was huddling in a sandstorm to protect her. “Do you think an army of murders and thieves would follow me into a sandstorm?”

Now SHE’S a smart leader. She sees the value in her enemy and isn’t just KILL KILL KILL DEFEAT THEM. She also sees the flaw in her own leadership and people. She’s EVALUATING the situation logically, despite who’s on what side. That was deliberate, that contrast. As not only wonkru’s zealotry and devotion is contrasted against a bunch of thugs with no central core, but also her calm evaluation of the situation. AND that she brings Kane in to talk to him because she now knows she needs what he knows. She offers him tequila. I guess no agave on the ark.

And he wishes she hadn’t given abby back those pills. Here we hear about Diyoza’s backstory. Her seal team was sent to bring her in and they put two in her father’s head, like she taught them, for hiding her and she knew it was over so she slashed her own throat. “They should have put two in my head.” She calls Abby his wife. He says she isn’t. Still not sure why he said that. It doesn’t matter. And she kinda IS his wife isn’t she? He looks mistrustful as she tosses back the tequila. He chokes on it.

Indra has glass in her lungs. 11 died 12 including Obika. Out of 50. Isn’t that like almost a quarter of her battalion. How can she still act like Wonkru is stronger that the winds? Octavia sounds the retreat.

Clarke checks her arm.

“Thank you for saving my life.” I count three people grateful to Clarke so far this episode. 4 if you include Monty nodding when Harper and Echo said it.

“You saved ours.” No she didn’t, Bellamy. You shouldn’t be out there. “You were right. Wonkru is strong, just like their leader.”

“I”m glad you’re alive big brother,” kiss of death,” But if you ever speak out against wonkru again then you are an enemy of wonkru. And you are my enemy.” “ Clarke does not like this. Me either. It’s psychotic. No it’s not. She’s not crazy. She knows what she’s doing. She thinks she’s justified and right and righteous. She’s as much of a zealot as Jaha ever was, but she thinks SHE’S the promise land and Jaha thought it was something he could find outside of himself.

Uh oh. ROVER

MADI!! Clarke is happy! She runs to Clarke they hug.

Monty! Waves at Octavia and she waves back. Shocked almost.

And there is Echo, Bellamy runs to her and they kiss and Clarke’s life is forever changed.

UH OH.

OCTAVIA AND THE DEATH GLARE. She’s talking to YOU Echo. Yikes. Blodreina mad.

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I Am Not Jealous (I am just territorial) || KTH

Group: BTS || Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Word count 6.0k

WARNING: Contains swearing. Read at your own risk if it makes you uncomfortable.

Synopsis:

Jeongguk and Jimin really ship you and Taehyung, the rest of the boys cant understand their obsession, Yoongi gets ignored and Taehyung dies of jealousy.

A/N: I am posting after so long and i am sorry but I hope you guys enjoy this one! (Edit: I just noticed these weird ass symbols show up in the writing. If you see them its a tumblr glitch! I tried editing it, but they don’t appear in the draft so please ignore)

Sometimes Jimin wonders where he went wrong in raising Jeongguk. The boy never listens to him, is always on the other end of the spectrum of things, disrespects him, even goes so far as to copy him because- “I was born in Busan first”- or so he says. But there has never been a single thing the two boys have agreed on. Except for one.

The miracle occurs the day Jeongguk decides to divulge a secret to all of his hyungs because he just cant take it anymore. He usually prides himself on being the best secret keeper of the group because he even knows about Jin hyung’s pink princess underwear and he has never told anyone about it. But this is something he feels everyone should know. So in the middle of the night he wakes up all hyung’s, even Yoongi- although he risks losing his life at that point- to have a secret meeting.

A secret, especially from Taehyung.

“Okay so. I have called this meeting because I have something of utmost importance to tell you” he looks around the room at everyone. Jin is already asleep as his head hangs low, Namjoon is yawning, Yoongi is glaring at him, ready to kill; Hoseok is staring blankly at the ground and Jimin seems to be the only attentive one out of all them. And Taehyung is not there.

“I swear to god Gukkie, if this is something stupid I am going to kill you right now” Yoongi says in a grumpy voice, which makes Jeongguk shiver at the spot.

“Hyung- I swear to you this is the best thing you will ever hear in your entire life. It is huuugee” and the look of wonder and excitement in Jeongguk’s eyes is enough to draw everyone out of their sleepy state. Well almost.

“Will you just get on with it” Namjoon rubs his face with his hands, voice sounding muffled as a result.

“Yeah okay. Alright brace yourselves-” and there is a moment of pause as he looks at each member, and the suspense rises. Hoseok can almost hear the drum roll in his ears because of it.

“Taheyungie hyung and y/n have something going on” he says excited with a look of pure happiness on his face. But the response his revelation gets is less than enthusiastic. Except for Jimin.

“I knew it!” He jumps from his seat, and has an equally big smile on his face. The two boys high-five each other, while the rest of their hyungs look ready to kill them.

The commotion wakes up Jin who looks panicked as he looks around himself. “Wait- what did I miss” he says in a state of daze.

The other boys turn in his direction with blank looks on their faces.

Jeongguk doesn’t even dare look at Yoongi because he knows the kind of look he is going to be faced with. In all honesty he feels a little disappointed at the reception he gets.

He widely gesture trying to convey his enthusiasm but it feels like it goes over everyone’s head. “Oh come on hyungs. I am serious. I swear something is going on between them” “If you don’t believe me. I’ll show it to you” he says with a look of pleading in his eyes.

“I’ll help!” Jimin says excitedly.

“We’ll make you believe us hyung” Jimin looks directly at Namjoon who in turn is unable to reciprocate their feelings of happiness because he just wants to go back to sleep. Everyone does. Except for Jimin and Jeongguk.

So, while everyone leaves one by one, Jimin and Jeongguk sit in the middle of the room to plan out how they are going to prove to their hyung’s they are right.

“Lets just go with the classic old way Kookie” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows and Jeongguk looks at him with a blank expression, but it only lasts for a brief second before his eyes light up.

“Jealousy!” He voices Jimin’s thoughts and they both high five.

But then Jeongguk’s face falls and he groans in his hands.

“Whats wrong?” A concerned look passes over Jimin’s face.

“Taehyungie hyung is too secure though. He would never feel jealous” Jeongguk’s face falls and his shoulders slump as he realizes the truth behind his own words.

“Thats true. But there is one person in the entire existence that can make Taehyung jealous” Jimin smiles knowingly, while jeongguk just looks confused.

A moment of silence passes before he loudly claps his hands in excitement.

“You are a fucking genius hyung” Jeongguk high fives Jimin and they both sit in the dark living room, illuminated only by the flashlights on their phones, smiling like idiots.

(i)

You are not sure if you are imagining things, or if you have lost your mind because there was no way Park frickin Bo Gum was standing in front of you. There was no way in hell you were in your right mind. You want to scream and cry out of joy but you don’t want to make a complete fool out of yourself either. So, you try to hold that giddiness in as much as you can but it comes out in the form of trembling legs, stuttered words, and nervous giggles.

You seem to remain unaware of the tension in the room as you busy yourself in a conversation with Bo Geum, who actually initiates it in the first place. If you were paying attention you would have noticed the glares Taehyung was throwing your way. You would have noticed the way his face had taken on a cold and rigid quality. You would have seen the clenching and unclenching of his jaw.

But you didnt.

And it makes Taehyung’s blood boil. Yet, he couldn’t say anything because he has no right over you. He knows that but it doesn’t reassure of comfort him in any way.

“Oh my god holy shit Bo Geum is so nice…” you falter into a dreamy sigh as you collapse on the couch next to Taehyung and place your head on his shoulder

Instantly his grasp tightens on the glass in his hand. He feels something constricting his chest as he registers your words. He feels it with so much intensity, that it suffocates him. He really wants to tell you to stop talking to the guy, and the words are just at the tip of his tongue, but he bites them down.

Instead he presses his lips into a thin smile as you look at him and tell him all the things about his own friend. Suddenly, he feels small and insignificant. He shifts away from you a little, and awkwardly clears his throat before speaking, so his voice doesnt crack. But more than his voice, his heart is breaking bit by bit.

“Yeah. He is” Taehyung smiles very slightly but its the kind that looks completely forced and its gone just as soon as it had come.

Taehyung can feel your eyes on him but he makes no comment about it. You bite your lip to suppress your smile, but it quivers and you fail at it. But Taehyung doesn’t know it since he is busy sulking and mulling over his own thoughts.

Earth to Taheyung

Earth to Taehyung

He can hear the words distantly ringing in his ears, the voice slowly drawing him out of his trance like state. And when he comes to it he is faced with your concerned face.

“Are you okay Tae?”

He nods but you know he isn’t because the crease in between his eyebrows speaks of his troubled mind. But you don’t push it because he doesn't look like he wants to talk about it.

“Thank you for bringing your friend Bo Geum. It was nice getting to know him and I am happy to know that you do have other friends” you smile up at him.

“I actually didn’t invite him but… hmm. I am glad you like Bo Geum” he gives you a tight lipped smile that doesn’t even reach his eyes as usual.

“Oh Tae” you breathe as you loop your hand around his arm.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he looks down at you because he doesn’t know what you mean by- “oh Tae” - and he doesn’t ask because he isn’t sure if he’ll like the answer.

Across the room Jeongguk and Jimin observe the situation with amused looks on their faces because finally its working. They excitedly shake each other’s hand and try to suppress the big smiles that threaten to break out.

Meanwhile their hyungs, who also watched the whole thing unfold, look at each other with faces of shock, and disbelief.

“I didn’t know Taehyungie liked y/n” Namjoon cannot seem to close his mouth

“Yeah me too” Hoseok whispers in a daze like state from next to him.

While Yoongi and Seokjin are still staring at Taehyung who seems so deflated, that they both feel the need to comfort him. Its almost cute.

But everyone knows that there is definitely something going on **************

Once the, secret-that-wasnt-really-a-secret was out, everyone begins figuring out ways to make Taehyung divulge his feelings for you; because in all honesty all the boys felt bad for him. However, even with six brains combined together they couldn’t come up with one good idea.

“I still think we should stick with the whole jealousy thing” Jimin looks at the boys, hoping they would accept his idea.

“Given that we haven’t been able to come up with a single idea in the” Namjoon pauses to look at his watch briefly “past six hours I agree with Jiminnie”

Seokjin and Hoseok both convey their agreement by nodding and soon enough all the boys are on board with the plan of making Taehyung jealous. They all get up to catch up on some much needed sleep when Yoongi intervenes.

“Wait. Why are we doing this again?” He looks completely confused and lost because frankly he doesn’t see the point in forcing two grown ups in awkward situations just so they can express their feelings. Maybe he is right.

Jeongguk sighs heavily as he deadpans at Yoongi, while Seokjin ruffles his hair as he passes by. The rest of them ignore his question and proceed to their rooms while Yoongi is left alone at the dining table to try and figure out what the heck is the point?

(ii)

The second time Taehyung experiences feelings of jealousy is when he throws a year end party. Or rather he is forced by Jeongguk and Jimin who practically beg him in front of his whole class during college . When his classmates join in, he is left with no choice but to do so.

However he is totally regretting his decision because some random guy is chatting you up in the corner of the room and he wants to kill someone.

Only he doesnt know that the guy who is supposedly flirting with you has been paid by Jimin and Jeongguk to do so. So its not even real, but to Taehyung it is as real as it gets because he feels completely helpless watching it unfold in front of him. It hurts even more to see that you aren’t even making the effort to shoo the guy away. In fact, if anything he thinks you are enjoying it judging by your laughter, and smiles.

He really wants to punch someone, and break a few things. And then kill the guy who has the audacity to flirt with you.

“10 years” Yoongi slides up next to Taehyung with the red cup in his hand, drink not even touched.

“What?” Taehyung tears his eyes away from the corner of the room that has suddenly become a source of torment for him.

“The minimum sentence for first degree murder” Yoongi finally takes a tiny sip of his drink, nose scrunching at the bitter taste. He only wanted to look cool while saying it but he fails at it.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Taehyung turns his body so he is fully facing Yoongi.

“I am just making you aware that if you do decide to kill that guy” Yoongi pauses to make the situation more dramatic and give Taehyung the time to glance in your direction once again “you are going to be jailed for ten years. Its a waste of your youth frankly”

“I thought it’d be worse” Taehyung chuckles

“You’re not even denying it” Yoongi smirks as he eyes the younger boy curiously

“What’s there to deny?” Taehyung looks at his hyung in confusion

“That you’re jealous” Yoongi arches a brow at Taehyung in question, who pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation

Taehyung sighs as he chugs down his drink in one breath and slams the cup on the kitchen island counter. He pours himself another drink and downs it while glaring at the stupid fucking corner of the room.

“Hyung seriously. How do you pull things out of your ass like that?” Taehyung feigns complete ignorance to his jealousy as he tears his eyes away from you and attempts to continue the conversation; because he would have any kind of distraction to wipe away the image you and the random dude, off his mind. Even Yoongi

“I would thank you for the compliment but even you know I am right.” Yoongi shrugs coolly and smirks up at the younger boy.

This is probably the most he has heard Yoongi say in one go in all the time he has known the boy.

“I- fuck- hyung I am not jealous” Taehyung mutters under his breath, and makes no eye contact with Yoongi.

“Is this your way of coping with your feelings?” Yoongi retorts which makes Taehyung unconsciously push his tongue into his cheek. “Besides everyone in this room can smell that jealousy off you” Yoongi chuckles under his breath as he watches Taehyung roll his eyes in annoyance.

A small stretch of silence later, Yoongi’s words cut through the silence and quite possibly Taehyung’s heart because he sure as hell feels drained of life as hears the words leave the older boy’s mouth. “The boy knows how to kiss though. I’ll give him that”

Taehyung’s head snaps in your direction faster than he ever thought he was capable of, and he crushes the beer cup in his hand while he’s at it. To a third party though it might have looked like he snapped his neck or something. But when his eyes find the wretched corner he sees you standing by yourself, sipping your drink as you look around the room.

Taehyung’s nostrils flare in anger as he turns towards his hyung who looks so amused and smiley he could have shit skittles at the moment. Taehyung keeps glaring at him but realizes soon enough that he has been caught and is quick to avert his gaze. His cheeks begin to flush out of embarrassment because what the hell Kim fucking Taehyung. He coughs awkwardly and turns away from Yoongi. The older boy however, is still looking at him in amusement, with a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“Thats what I thought kid” Yoongi pats him on the shoulder more out of sympathy than anything else.

Taehyung inwardly groans as he throws his head into hands.

Pathetic Kim Taehyung. Just. Fucking. Pathetic. Way to go

(iii)

Recently, Taehyung realizes, he feels something ugly twist inside of him whenever he is in the vicinity of the Jeongguk. It might to might not have to do with your new found passion for fangirling about him and it really makes Taehyung feel a certain way, but its not jealousy. Or so he likes to believe but everyone else around him can see it.

The first time he encounters it is when Jeongguk makes pasta for everyone.

You couldn’t stop talking about it and Taehyung couldn’t stop feeling irritated. It was quite funny actually because the rest of the boys noticed his cold attitude but you were the only one who couldn’t see it.

“Oh my god Tae. Can you believe it? Jeongguk is such a good cook!” You gushed, stuffing a mouthful of said pasta in your mouth.

“Its just pasta. Everyone can make it. He literally just added the damn sauce to the fucking thing” he grumpily replies, lips jutting out slightly into a pout because he can’t understand how it makes Jeongguk a good cook, when he has done the same thing a million times before and you have never complimented him.

The second instance occurs when Jeongguk and Yoongi are playing basketball and younger pushes up his jersey to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, effectively putting his abs on display.

“Holy…. shi- Jeongguk is ripped” you choke on your water while you continue to gaze at him in a dreamlike state.

Taehyung’s mouth falls open, his shoulder slump, and its as if all the life is sucked out of him. It takes him a few minutes to gain composure, but when he does, his cheeks are puffed out and his nostrils are flaring.

“Oh my god Tae- Look!” you excitedly tap him on the arm to get his attention and even go so far to squint and lean forward in your seat to take a look at his abs. “Damn. He is hot”

Taehyung frowns at you, quickly ripping his arm out of your grasp, and shuffling away slightly. “Y/n they’re literally just muscles. Everyone fucking has muscles”

“I know but- like- his muscles look exceptionally good is all I am saying. What the hell.. wow” you breathe dreamily while fanning yourself with your hand.

Taehyung sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah okay. Whatever”

The third time is when Jeongguk helps you learn a few dance steps for your upcoming ball at college. And once again Taehyung is the victim of all the gushing and fangirling

“Tae Jeongguk is such a good dancer. Oh my god” you barge into his room without a care just as he is about to sleep.

“Mhm” Taehyung replies in disinterest as he keeps his focus on his phone.

“I wonder how he learned to dance like that” the genuine tone of your voice, causes Taehyung to sigh heavily.

“Hmm. Well…uhm I am going to sleep.” he lays down on the bed, back facing you.

“Oh Taehyung” you sigh- and once again it confuses Taehyung.

When he feels the bed shift and the sound of footsteps retreat, he shoots up in his bed and scowls at the door.

The kid is a good cook (although Taehyung thinks its debateable), he’s ripped and now he is a great dancer too.

|| || || || ||

Taehyung is so lost in thoughts, he doesn’t notice Jeongguk has taken a seat next to him.

“Did y/n tell you the performance went well?” Jeongguk says with a slight edge of interest in his voice just to piss Taehyung off.

“Huh. Good for y/n then” Taehyung tries to keep a neutral expression because he doesn’t want to give away his frustration in front of Jeongguk, but he finds it hard to do.

“Why do you seem so distant lately?” The younger boy poses the question on purpose.

“I am not. I am fine” Taehyung forces himself to smile, but it comes out extremely fake.

“Mhm. Sure whatever you say hyung” Jeongguk snorts.

“Oh my god. Dont tell me…. you too” Taehyung throws his head into his hands.

Taehyung adamantly refuses to believe he is jealous. Even when its staring him in the face, he doesn’t acknowledge it. Even when it makes him angry enough to see red, he denies it.

Because he is not jealous. And the next person to say it to him will earn a punch to their face. That next person happens to be Jeongguk and immediately his mind backs on its previous resolve because really if there is someone else he is scared of after Yoongi, its Jeongguk- the perfectly tall, obnoxiously attractive and talented youngster.

“Just admit it hyung. Its not good for your health. I read a study that found jealousy can either kill you, or make you kill someone else. The choice is yours” he clicks his tongue and winks at his hyung before coolly walking off.

Taehyung opens and closes his mouth to say something but the words don’t come out. He blinks in disbelief because he can’t believe a kid younger than him tried to school him about his own feelings.

Stupid fucking Jeon Jeongguk- the obnoxiously tall, attractive and ripped kid.

Jimin and Jeongguk hold another meeting that they call “progress check meeting” with Namjoon and the rest of the boys, who are worried for their younger ones’ mental health because this kind of obsession is not healthy.

“What now?” Seokjin looks at the two young boys in front of him.

“Okay so-” Jimin pauses as he looks at the little notebook in his hand. “So far we know that Taehyung is easy to rile up. We know he gets jealous fast too. But he still hasn’t proclaimed his love for y/n-”

“Or at the very least professed his liking for her” Jeongguk interjects and Jimin nods.

“Aren’t you guys taking this too seriously?” Yoongi comments with a look that screams this-is-incredulous.

But as usual he is subjected to a scowl by Jeongguk and ignored by Jimin.

“Anyway” Jimin moves on in a flippant manner. “Maknae and I were thinking we need to do something dramatic this time. Something to push him off the edge so that he says it in front of everyone”

“Why the fuck are we doing this?” Yoongi looks completely lost.” No. In fact why the fuck are you guys doing this? What even is this?” The disapproving and exasperated tone is evident in his voice ; and to say that Jeongguk and Jimin look disappointed is an understatement.

“We need a plan” Jeongguk looks so serious, his hyungs have a hard time holding in their laughs because he has never been this serious for anything in his life.

“Now” Jimin completes the sentence which elicits groans from the older boys who cannot seem to shake off Jeongguk and Jimin, no matter what they do.

*************** (iv)

Taehyung’s head begins to take on a splitting pain right on the temples. Its worsened by the fact that no one feels the need to shut up around him. All the loud noises and laughter is beginning to piss him off and right at the centre of his frustration is you. Its always about you, but he is always too stubborn to admit it. As he looks around himself, the weird twisty feeling in the pit of his stomach grows stronger :

Y/N listen to this - Yoongi obnoxiously putting the earphones in your ear with extra attention to being gentle

Y/n try this!- Jeongguk - the stupid fucking attractive kid- as he feeds you the pasta he made. Stupid frickin pasta. What in the world is so great about that pasta anyway?

Y/n lets go watch your favourite movie - Jimin as he places his hand in yours and leads you to the living room

“Y/N!!!”- an overexcited Hoseok as he glues himself to your side and cuddles into you.

“Y/n you should come over more often”- Seokjin as he ruffles your hair while he walks by

“Y/N, your favourite drink”- Namjoon, handing you the drink he claims he made

The whole evening goes by in a blur as everyone seems to put you in the centre of attention. Taehyung feels so frustrated that by the end he has opted to go completely silent. He sulks in a corner by himself, holding his head in his hand, as once again the heavy feeling contracts his chest. He gave up on the venomous glares he was throwing at everyone long ago. Its futile anyway. No one seems to notice how he feels. You don’t seem to notice how he feels.

He swivels in the chair at the kitchen island as he feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he is met by you. He doesn’t even feel like looking at you, so he turns back around and resumes his posture.

“What’s wrong?” you sit on the chair next to him, swivelling around so that you are face to face. He clears his throat awkwardly and partially turns his head away from you, busying himself by plucking the flowers that sit in the flower vase in the middle of the counter. He doesn’t look at you for quite a while.

“Taehyung. Talk to me” you lean in closer as you study his face earnestly for any indication of what he might be feeling.

But silence and reluctance is all you are met with

“Oh Taehyung” you breathe.There it is again- the weird, fond, and exasperated expression that conveys something. He thinks long and hard about it. And then it hits him like a ton of bricks.

You’ve said it every time he has been jealous, which means you do it on purpose. Which means…. Well it means something and he knows exactly how to go about it. Finally he can admit it to himself and even to you because he knows you do too.

“What— what is that- - this- “oh Taehyung”- you keep doing it” he finally asks, diverting all his attention to you. His expression completely morphs from one of sulkiness to amusement.

“Nothing” you quickly look away.

Meanwhile Jeongguk and the rest of the gang are watching the scene unfold and they are quite thrilled about it. Except for Jimin who looks disappointed.

“What wrong with you?” Jeongguk looks at the older boy

“I thought this was going to be something passionate. But they are so boring” he huffs as he watches the two of you engage in a seemingly normal conversation. However its anything but normal.

...

“I know its not nothing. Do you seriously think I am dumb?” Taehyung leans in towards you.

“No I know you are not. But seriously its nothing Tae” you try to brush it off but he is adamant

“You’ve said that every single time that I have— that I have— acted… weird” he opts to choose that word instead of jealous.

“And you think I don’t know why you’ve been acting weird?” You smile knowingly

“I know you do” Taehyung reciprocates the smile

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I am not sure. I just felt too many emotions at the same time and I didn’t know how to go about it” he shrugs

“What changed just now then?” You narrow your eyes at him curiously

“Its when you said- “Oh Taehyung- again. Just now. I just realized it” he chuckles silently, shaking his head.

“Realize what?” You title your head in confusion because you really don’t get what he is talking about

“You know the way you say it is- its- its so - I want to say fond. Its like you do it on purpose. Almost as if you like me” he looks at you intently.

“I am caught aren’t I” you question, essentially confirming the answer because even you are tired of hiding your feeling from him. Plus, he doesn’t seem like he isn't interested so there is no harm in going along with it.

“Why did you act like you didn’t care?”

You shrug. “Why were you jealous?”

“I wasn't jealous, I was just territorial” he shrugs coolly which makes you laugh.

“Oh really?” you tease, that flirty tone evident in your voice and it only urges Taehyung on.

“Yes, I was” he reaches behind you, firmly locks his hand on the stool and pushes you closer to himself. It makes you gasp because you never knew he had this kind of strength and there is something very sultry about it.

“Is this hotter than Jeongguk’s abs?” He smirks at you

“Well…” you pretend to think “Nah. His abs are still hotter” you suppress the playful smile by pursing your lips

“What about this?” He leans in your ear and blows softly. You flinch back while chuckling.

“It tickles” you pout. But you know he meant for it to be seductive.

“Okay. What about this?” he further pushes you towards him, trapping your legs between his as he places them on either side of your thighs.

“You can do better” you tease

“Are you sure you can handle it?” His voice is husky and raspy and you thank the heavens your legs are shut tight, otherwise you would have been forced to do so.

“Try me” you try to keep your voice steady but it comes a little bit more breathy than you expect. But Taehyung thinks its perfect.

He leans in closer to you, lips almost touching yours, but not quite there. You have to stop yourself from gasping because it is hot.

“Why are you such a tease?” He whispers against your lips and looks at you with something akin to playfulness in his eyes, but its more seductive in a way.

“I don't think you should be saying this right now Kim Taehyung” the corner of your moth lifts up in a smug smile.

“Its just a small revenge”

“Do you like me?” you whisper, your breath getting caught in your throat as he moves a little bit closer.

“What do you think?” His voice is still low and raspy, and he even bites his lip.

It seems as if you two have forgotten there are others in the room. But they are watching it all.

“Hyung why the hell are you sweating” Namjoon looks confusedly at Seokjin who has beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“I- I- dont know. Its just hot all of a sudden” he wipes his forehead with the the sleeve of his shirt.

The rest of the boys snicker and try to hold in their laughter. But its true. It is hot.

“Is that passionate enough Jimin?” Hoseok nudges him and wiggles his eyes. But Jimin can only nod because he is shocked at how quickly things progressed from 0-100.

“Its like I am watching porn. But like the part before foreplay” Yoongi almost barfs in his mouth at the thought. He looks on the scene with disgust and almost gags, which doesn’t please the other boys so as usual no one pays attention to him.

“I like you dummy. Only you. Always you” Taehyung cups your cheeks and lays a soft kiss on your lips. You pull away and are faced with a smiley Taheyung.

“You are so bad. All those times going on and on and on about Jeongguk. I almost thought you liked him. I even hated the poor kid for a while” Taehyung breathes out and is quick to graze his lips against yours in a soft chaste peck. “I like you too” you then kiss his nose in response.

Jimin and Jeongguk die inside and relay their appreciation with “aww’s”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“Dont make me go there y/n. You have no idea how it made me feel. I wanted to kill every man in your vicinity. Even the guys”

“Awww” you squish his cheeks. “Dont worry baby boy I am your’s”

“Ooh kinky” Taehyung chuckles, and earns himself a playful slap on the arm.

“Yah! Keep it pg-13” Yoongi yells, breaking off the tension in the air, and along with it the little flirty conversation between you and Taehyung. You look behind Taehyung and your eyes widen as you realize the rest of the boys are also present in the room. Suddenly your cheeks start warming. You hide your head in Taehyung’s neck, being unable to look at them.

“Just when it was getting good…” Taehyung laments under his breath, which makes you chuckle because he sounds so annoyed.

“Taehyung!!!” Jeongguk jumps at the opportunity of the sexual tension breaking because frankly he didn’t want to interrupt. He charges towards his friend and tackles him in a hug from behind.

“What is it you brat?” Taehyung sighs heavily because he is really pissed off. He wanted alone time with you but he couldn’t even have that after all the time he has waited for the moment.

“You finally confessed. I thought you were going to die of jealousy. Do you know how much we had to go through to make this happen. We- ” he stops himself at the right moment, eyes wide, heart hammering in his chest, but there is no point because he has divulged it already.

“What do you mean?” Tae swivels around in his chair to face the boys.

They all look away, and pretend no to know what he is talking about. But Yoongi as usual ruins it for them.

“I told them not to do it” he shrugs, bailing himself out. But he was right. He did say that.

“Do what?” Taehyung questions firmly.

“They tired to make you jealous. These idiots” he pauses to look at Jimin and Jeongguk “even went so far as to pay a guy to flirt with y/n that day at the party. Just so you would react”

“Hyung!” Jimin and Joengguk say in unison and look at Yoongi with expressions of betrayal plastered on their faces

“What?” The sudden outburst makes every look at the owner of the voice. Its turns out to be you. “So you mean to tell me, that the guy lied? All that shit about me being beautiful and stuff?” You look at Jimin and Jeongguk, but both are quick to hide behind Seokjin.

“Yeah tell her—“ Taehyung looks smug but his face falls as he registers your words properly. “Wait what? - he called you beautiful? I am going to break the guy’s face” Taehyung looks pissed with his puffed out cheeks and flaring nostrils. Its more cute than anything though.

“Shut up Tae. This is a matter of my pride now” you march towards Seokjin who moves out the way, leaving the two boys in question, exposed.

You grab each by his ear, as punishment.

“Ow- ouch okay sorry” Jeongguk hisses in pain.

“Ow-ah-ah y/n sorry. Let go” Jimin pleads next

“What else did he call you?” Taehyung quickly follows behind you, hands placed on his hips.

“Oh god. Stop being jealous. I told you I like you. Now is the time to be my boyfriend and support me. Are you forgetting they planned everything? They are the source of all your suffering” you remind him so he will side with you.

“Boyfriend..” Taehyung whispers and looks down at the ground shyly. Out of everything you said that is the only word he picks out and his ears start becoming red.

“Yeah. What else? Now help me” your voice draws him out of his daydream.

“Yeah. Sure” he supplies.

“You two are so going to get your asses kicked” you look at Jeongguk and Jimin who look terrified for their lives.

Taehyung grabs Jeongguk, much against his struggle and you keep your hold tightened on Jimin who doesn’t even try to struggle. You take away both the boys who look at each for fear of their lives. Okay maybe they are being a little bit dramatic but it feels life-threatening for them.

“Why did we ever get them together?” Jeongguk looks at Jimin, who in turn looks outraged.

“Its was your idea. You said there was something going on. I shouldn’t have listened to you. I was born in Busan first-”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Jeongguk looks at him incredulously.

“That has everything to do with this” Jimin grumbles while being dragged away by you.

Never in their wildest dreams did Jimin and Jeongguk imagine that helping you and Taehyung would mean weeks of cleaning everyone’s laundry, the one thing Jimin hated to do. But Jeongguk got all his games confiscated as punishment and he was literally regretting every decision he made that led him to the point of being struck with the thought of playing mid man in your romance. That wretched moment.

So while Jimin grumpily cleans the laundry and Jeongguk mourns the loss his video games, you two watch them from afar; as you stand hugging each other.

“We should thank them later. If it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t be here” you look at at Taehyung, who nods. He pulls you in further, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Yes we should” he smiles looking fondly at his two dumb friends without whom he wouldn’t be with you.

“Oh Taehyung” and its back again- that weirdly fond expression.

‘I am not even jealous anymore” he looks down at you.

“I know. But you’re cute” you look up at him and in that moment you look so beautiful that he cant help but bend down and place a kiss on your nose.

End

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italicwatches · 6 years

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Animal Sentai Zyuohger - Episode 05

I have some philosophical questions about the entire concept of a gorilla zyuman. Perhaps these will be touched on, in Animal Sentai Zyuohger, episode 05! Here we GO!

-The gang’s out trying fliers again, and having about as much luck as you think…When Yamato gets a bad vibe, looks up with eagle eye, and FUCKING HELL there’s an entire fleet of arrowhead ships coming. …ZYUOH CUBE!

-Animal Combination! THREE TWO ONE! ZYUOH KING! Slash, slash, everyone who wants to see another sunrise get the fuck off this planet! CUBE GIRAFFE, form the Giraffe Bazooka! ZYUOH FIRE! And the whole set is shredded, except for the MotW leading them, who managed to pull a runner…

-Which forces them to go digging around the woods to see where the fucker landed. And that’s how they end up running, instead, into the gorilla zyuman! And for the first time in much too long, he is around his people again! Meet Larri.

-Opening! …shining brightly on the faces of children!

-Episode 05! Champion of the Jungle!

-Meanwhile the MotW is stuck in the dirt. And up in the Big Bow, the particularly big and blocky Azald is furious at his minion’s failings. For good reason, too, as he finally decides to go down there and intervene on his own…And Genis is ever so curious to see how it goes.

-Back with the heroes, who get to see Larri’s little hidey hole, and also learns that he’s not just dealing with zyumans…But champions, chosen warriors! Truly an honor. But how did he end up here, exactly?

-He’s a scientist. In times past, he came to Earth to study human culture and bring information back to Zyuland…Only to return to the Link Cube and find it missing a Symbol. He’s been stuck on this side ever since.

-But, to be able to stand with some of his own people again…This is an opportunity! A chance to be celebrated! He still has a container of wild tea he’s been saving, he’ll get some right now! Yamato’s intrigued. What’s wild tea? You call yourself a zyuman and you don’t know wild tea?

-Actually he’s a human. From Earth. He jus—

-GET BACK

-Larri panics and fucking bolts out the back of his shack, and he’s gone, with Leo trying to chase after him…

-Eventually, Sela and Leo catch up to him, and Larri’s had…Some bad interactions with humans. Mostly a lot of fear and terror.

-Leo tries to come into this gently, and say how Yamato’s different, but Larri…It’s not even that he’s upset, he just…No. It’s better this way.

-That night, Yamato hears the whole thing, and of course is distraught that Larri went through all that, and they’re trying to figure out what to do…When Mario comes up WITH AN AXE?! Oh he needs Leo to chop some firewood. Yeah, sure, sure deal.

-And deep breath. While they’re gone, Tusk is trying to figure out what to do about all of this. He gets Larri’s perspective all too well, remembering how wary they were when they met Yamato, and that was on their turf…To be trapped in foreign lands without any support, any way to blend in…There’s got to be something they can do.

-So the next day, the girls go out to Larri’s place, and of course he’s happy to see them. And even more happy when they offer to help him gather ingredients for dinner. For such kindness, he’ll have to gather up extra and cook them plenty as well! And then Yamato’s there in the brush too and Larri pauses, looks, and has another panic, fleeing into the woods at full speed. So…That didn’t work.

-Next attempt. They help him get water from the river, with Yamato soon joining to haul buckets. Wait that’s Yamato’s voice. And this time he straight up flings Yamato halfway across the field, and he is DONE! He wants NOTHING to do with that human, and if it’s a package deal, then he doesn’t want ANY of you!

-And he stomps off…But happens to see Yamato sitting there a little while later, drying off, and interacting with a doe. And, slowly, Larri realizes what they meant, when they called him different. It’s more than just interacting peacefully with a few zyumen…You. Human. You like animals?

-He loves them. He’s a zoologist. Trained and educated to study animals and protect them from harm. You…Were an anthropologist, weren’t you, Larri? Studying other cultures, including human ones, until things went wrong?

-Yamato can’t change what happened, though he’s so very, very sorry it did. But he has no fear of you. He’s not here to prove any points, he just…Wants a chance to make a connection. That’s all.

-And thus, they shake hands, as Larri’s trauma starts to slowly, finally heal…When a shiver runs through his tail. A horrible bloodlust is in the air. Something terrible is upon them!

-A Dethgalien. And a powerful one…! The others are the first to find him, to run into Azald…Who gives so few fucks that he tells them to leave him be until he finds his minion. And then they transform and shoot him and it really doesn’t go well. You pups have no idea what you’re messing with. Now get gone, until it’s time for the game to begin…

-Which is when Yamato gets there, and sees just what they’re dealing with…Instincts Awakened! Champion of the soaring sky…ZYUOH EAGLE! Champion of the surging waves…ZYUOH SHARK! Champion of the savannah…ZYUOH LION! Champion of the forest…ZYUOH ELEPHANT! Champion of the snowy drifts…ZYUOH TIGER! Animal Sentai, ZYUOHGER!

-Well, if you’re really gonna want to fight, brats…

-This planet is under their protection! BEAST UNLEASHED! They go in full force…Aaaand Azald no-sells everything they have, cutting through them like butter…

-As Larri watches. And tries to figure out how a human is fighting as not just a champion, but an eagle. The Beast Unleashed draws on the actual strength of a zyuman’s animal side. Could his Champion’s Symbol be different…?

-While the other four get their asses taken down hard, leaving only Eagle abel to get out of the way…But even with his Eagle Riser, he can’t eve properly parry Azald’s strikes, the man’s blows so overwhelming…He’s finally forced out of his suit, injured and vulnerable, and eats a slash right to the chest that sends him flying!

-Larri’s the first to find him down by the rocks…And he realizes, a good man is in danger. He, has, to do something. So he gets his way down there, finds Yamato’s Symbol. He’s a man of science, he knows how these Symbols work. And he knows what to do. To draw his strength, channel it into Yamato’s Symbol…The strength of the gorilla, may it heal him…!

-And when it’s done, Yamato awakens, his injuries healed…And all he can do, is be ever so thankful for Larri’s help…

-When Azald arrives, and tries to finish what he started! Yamato’s on his feet in a flash, snaps the suit back on, and catches the blade as it comes for him… holding on as hard as he can, as a new strength holds strong…This isn’t the eagle’s power….This is the gorilla’s…!

-Instincts, AWAKENED! He rips his visor up, slamming back the eagle’s beak, to reveal a gorilla’s visage! Champion of the jungle, ZYUOH GORILLA! Massive muscles swell under his suit, his body filled with the raw might of the ape! And now he’s able to stand equal to Azald, able to throw the bastard’s sword aside and take it to knuckles!

-Knuckles, and a bellowing roar that can make even Azald flinch! He even throws a punch right into Azald’s knuckles that runs cracks all up his arm, and in one solid uppercut, he forces Azald down! As they said before. Do, not, mess, with this planet.

-And with a final laugh, Azald explodes, lost to time. …And Genis, up above, decides there’s no need to give him a continue this time…

-When it’s all over, the core team gathers up…And that’s when Yamato realizes Larri’s disappeared. Where could he have…? Why would he…? Oh, no. This can’t be good…!

-Credits! It’s even easier than talking!

Oh dear, don’t tell me Larri gave his life. I fear he did exactly that. I guess we’ll see what ends up happening next time, in episode SIX of Animal Sentai Zyuohger! Wait for it!

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writing bloggin ignore if u want

so after listening to a ton of rpg live play podcasts the thing i think i’ve taken away from it is that the dynamics between characters and character choice and motivation cannot be underestimated ever at all and that you can set up a plot but your characters have to take you thru it and you can’t force them to make certain choices, and i think this is gonna rlly help w my titus reno story--

in making jenny and reno come alive and be equally like, legible for me like titus, i rlly wanted like to figure out how and why they were all originally hanging out and what they want and what their longterm goals are. initially i conceptualized jenny as this sort of punk hermione who is chaotic good and breaks the rules for the sake of justice and benevolence etc but i couldn’t figure out how jenny would get like that or develop those principles in the context of the medical compound and i also didnt find that like, a compelling character arc. BUT i have a new idea where jenny is like, this drug dealer turned accidental but passionate prophet and it has just tied my whole thing together in a way that i hope is gonna help me actually get this stuff on paper+ it also provides a GREAT underlying dramatic arc and a good rationale for the dynamic of titus and reno to work as a couple the way i want it to

so: in this future world, everyone, human and mutant laborer alike, has this parasitic worm living in them that’s impossible to kill which makes people infertile, causes nerve damage, and finally eats your brain, some fifteen years after your initial infection. Because the worms lay thousands of eggs in all kinds of water supplies, most people are infected within a few years of birth, except some hastily quarantined human children. Super secret scientists know the worm is an alien and this fact has only recently been released, but it doesn’t make much noise because at this point there are multiple global crises threatening civilization--climate change that has flooded cities and made agriculture on industrial scales impossible in many areas, total breakdown of all democratic governments, and now almost universal infertility. Pig-human mutants, who had been raised as laborers in dangerous lines of work, continue to be produced even as human mothers fail to concieve; these piggos are taken to be tested on, and each year as more die others are brought in. The scientists are working on trying to find something to kill the parasite that everyone on earth has.

Jenny’s roommate in the medical compound realizes, through an accident, that the worms release hallucinogenic chemicals when you eat potassium fertilizer. She starts tripping and then begins dealing potassium fertilizer (to which she has restricted access as a specially authorized gardener). When she becomes too sick to continue, Jenny takes over. The position of dealer affords piggos status and power, and Jenny even deals to nurses, without telling them what the substance is. But gradually as time goes on she begins to be curious about the visions everyone has on this drug--because they’re all the same.

When people take the fertilizer and ingest it and the worms release hallucinogens, people see pretty much all the same thing. they see alien landscapes and waterfalls and a sky with two moons and a distant red sun. It drips and spasms and is intermingled with other kinds of LSD type visions, but in general people see the same thing over and over. Jenny becomes convinced that the visions are a link to the world the alien worm came from, and she starts making all her clients draw their visions in an attempt to catalogue them. At the same time, the visions start to shift, and people start to see weird humanoid aliens, and increasingly, start to see visions of strange vines growing into what look like large organic structures. When, shortly afterward, the doctors announce they have cloned an alien humanoid from DNA left in the asteroid /ship? that hit Earth and brought the worm, and are using this clone to create antibodies to the worm, Jenny realizes that the alien is one of the humanoids from her visions, and becomes determined to figure out a way to contact the aliens.

Reno is one of Jenny’s clients. He is hooked on the hallucinogen because he likes her sense of purpose but also he likes to escape and draw his visions and feel that there is something in the world besides the limited medical compound and the adolescent power struggles that surround him. He also has a little crush on Titus, who as Jenny’s bff is a supplier for a lot of the dorms and who is, while not very well liked, and not part of any male friend group, semi- respected based on his activities.

Reno keeps borrowing things to pay Jenny with, and his roommate/dorm head Rustler gives him an ultimatum--pay it all back with the fertilizer hallucinogen, or fight Rustler in a public match to settle the debt. It isn’t mean spirited but it’s like an adolescent maintenance of the status quo thing. Reno determines to get the drug and pay people back.

When Jenny notices some of her stash is gone, she stakes out the shed she keeps it in overnight and she and Titus ambush Reno and threaten him with: knives, blackmail, the suggestion they could alter his medical records to make him look sicker than he is and have him removed to the late-term infirmary, etc etc. Titus sees Reno is genuinely scared and that he also is really miserable to find himself on Jenny and Titus’s bad side, and feels a little proud and excited and drunk with power, and is like, “ok, we don’t have to do all that, but you do need to either work with us and act as a supplier or just tell Rustler you have to fight him and we’ll supply hallucinogens to whoever wins.” reno does this partly bc he wants to impress titus. after he wins the match he asks titus to be his boyfriend, which surprises jenny and titus. when titus realizes reno has a crush on him he is also stoked, proud, flattered etc... though he is initially motivated primarily by lust, self interest and self preservation, and his romantic feelings only really emerge later.

sorry for this long ass post but im so glad to like work all this out and establish the ways that my characters’ personalities work--

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If they did do a direct sequel to their animated Planet Hulk movie, what would you want to see to have it fit the tone set by the previous film? Like I'd want them to keep Miek as a loyal friend to Hulk and not have him turn out to be the traitor responsible for everything. It'd be very contrary to how he was written in the first movie.

That’s a very good question.

Right off the bat, making a faithful adaptation of World War Hulk while staying true to the tone of the Planet Hulk movie would be no easy task. While the Planet Hulk movie was by no means a jokey affair full of laughs and banter, it was also far from a hopelessly bleak angst-fest. Those who watched it would expect the same from a World War Hulk movie, but with raised stakes, so starting off with Sakaar getting utterly annihilated with 99% of all life being wiped out and chief among them Hulk’s new wife and their unborn son may be a bit extreme.

But here’s the thing. Stuff like Sakaar blowing up, the X-Mansion getting destroyed again, and so on are just aesthetic plot details. You can tell a story that captures the spirit of World War Hulk without following the comic panel for panel and line for line. Yes, nobody likes it when people muck about with the source material, but translating a story from book to movie is no easy feat and some things that work in a book won’t always work in a movie. Not to beat a dead horse, but look at the difference between Dawn of Justice and Civil War. Dawn of Justice borrowed a lot, a LOT of elements from The Dark Knight Returns, from the anti-Superman suit to several scenes and lines lifted directly from the book itself. In contrast, the Civil War movie only borrows a few bare plot details from the comic and does it’s own thing, which many would agree was for the best because the comic wasn’t very good. I don’t think you need me to tell you which one was the better movie. No, I’m not saying that’s always the case, but it was the case there.

The same goes for World War Hulk. In fact, removing some of the more problematic and questionable choices made in the book when making the movie would probably be for the better. Yes, we all know why World War Hulk was made in the first place. Civil War had just come to a close and everything was a freaking mess. Tony Stark just underwent one of the biggest character assassinations this side of Superman in The Dark Knight Returns, Steve Rodgers actually was assassinated, Spider-Man’s life was more of a chemical plant dumpster fire than usual, and everyone else was acting like assholes. At the time, the Marvel Universe needed a good kick in the ass and the Hulk was just the guy to wear the boot.

So for the movie? Do the opposite of the comic book opening. Under the rule of King Hulk and Queen Caiera the Oldstrong, Sakaar is thriving. Plants are growing, rivers are flowing, people are farming crops and raising weird alien livestock, basically the whole planet is coming back to life. Only instead of Hulk’s pod blowing open, while Hulk and Caiera stand on a hill overseeing the progress. You know the routine, she says he saved the planet, Hulk laments that he only breaks things, she says the planet is alive because of him and that she’s pregnant now, yeah you know the routine. That night, after a brief reintroduction of the characters from the previous movie (Korg, Miek, etc) maybe during a dinner scene or something, Hulk and Caiera lay peacefully in their bed. Out the window however you can see a bright light flashing in the sky, which is quickly revealed to be a ship coming out of hyperspace. Stirred awake by the sudden commotion, Hulk and Caiera get dressed, ready to investigate.

We cut to the ship coming in for a landing, where upon closer inspection it’s a Ravager ship that appears to have been damaged in a battle, and it comes to an uneasy landing just outside a farming village. Yes, you already know where I’m going with this. As some villagers go to investigate the ship, the pod-bay door opens up to reveal none other than the Guardians of the Galaxy. Only they’re a bit shaken. Star Lord has his arm in a sling, Gamora has a bandage over her eye and a leg injury that forces her to use her staff for support, Drax is bruised and battered like he just lost a boxing match in a Rocky movie, Rocket is perched on Groot’s shoulders because both of his legs are broken, and Groot looks less like a walking, talking alien tree and more like a walking, talking alien tree that just stepped out of a forest fire. It’s obvious both from their condition and that of the ship that they just got back from a battle that didn’t go in their favor and they barely escaped. As they step out of their ship and the villagers draw in closer, Star Lord breaks the silence.

“Where’s the Hulk?”

Right on cue, the Hulk lands almost directly in front of them, Caiera landing next to him and the rest of the arena-buddies catching up. Before anyone can say “There he is,” Hulk says that they seem to know him but he’s never seen them before. Of course, Peter Quill steps in and says that there’s another name they may know him by...Star Lord! It gets the reaction you’d expect, Hulk’s friends exchanging confused glances before Korg or someone says “Sorry...who?”

Before Star Lord can voice his disappointment, Gamora steps in saying that they don’t have time for this. She informs everyone, talking directly to the Hulk, that the Earth is in turmoil and they need his help. Heroes are fighting among themselves, villains are running amok like they own the place, and the world itself is on the brink of a world war as the governments and military are helpless to stop them. Hulk takes this about as well as you’d imagine, but being a good king he offers the guardians a place to heal and fix their ship, but also warns not to overstay their welcome. All the same, he refuses to help a planet that banished him, finishing with that if they want someone to set the heroes straight then they should call Captain America.

Silence, as the guardians exchange somber, stoic looks.

“We can’t.” Star Lord says in a low voice. “Cap’s dead.”

And that’s about as far as I’m willing to go story-wise and this post is getting a little too big, so I’ll sum it up from here. Eventually the Hulk decides to Help and returns to Earth and, what happens there? Well, it’s World War Hulk! From there, the Hulk and his buddies beat the super-snot out of the heroes and villains of the Marvel Universe with increasing scale and spectacle. He trashes the X-Men, he mows through the Fantastic Four, he battles Tony not just in his Hulkbuster armor but his entire armory, House Party Protocol style! Maybe a few of the heroes join him, like She-Hulk or Spider-Man. Maybe Ghost Rider shows up, maybe you throw Kamala Kahn in there because she’s got quite a fanbase now, but in any case it has to end with the Hulk fighting the Sentry, who we find out has been completely taken over by the Void and his evil influence is why the heroes are fighting in the first place. Only whereas in the comic the fight ended at a stand-still, this time it needs to end with a definitive winner; and it has to be the Hulk.

Yes, I know, that’s not how the comic ended, but remember many aspects of the comic haven’t aged well and we have to keep the tone on par with the Planet Hulk movie.

And...yeah. That about covers it. Thanks for the question, Ironblood. :)

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amarmeme · 7 years

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Self-rec challenge

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

Tagged by @puppypopcornpizza *mwah* I love this one!

Tagging @vorchagirl, @thewindysideofcare, @5ftgarden, @soulventure91 and @evilsapphyre, @ekoorb03

I haven’t published a ton of stuff, but I can easily pick my favorite five. I’m also feeling extra, and put some fave lines in there too.

The Shelved Works of Varric Tethras

This is my most read fic and I know why, because it is the one I love the most. Cassandra comes across a folder of Varric’s abandoned drafts and story ideas. In reading, she realizes Varric is in love with her. It’s an angsty, but sweet ride after that. Each chapter starts with a draft or a note by Varric, and I have had so much fun with it. Also, Marris Hethric. ;) There are two chapters left and it’s taken me a year to write. However, the comments and well wishes I have received for this story honestly make my heart sing. So thank you!

“I know you think it from time to time, but you’ve never been cold or undeserving of love or romance or being swept off your perfect feet. And we both know how much I’ve thought about it before, Seeker. I’m sorry I hid it from you. You pretend to be stiff and I pretend to be unaffected by the important shit.”

He choked on a threatening sob, and bowed his forehead to hers. “I hope you can sense I’m telling the truth now. I am absolutely affected by this.”

Diplomatic Negotiations

Marian Hawke and Sebastian Vael do it for the first time. I love this ship so much. I just want them to be happy. This came to life as part of a rarepair fic exchange, and as a bonus to boot. If anyone has a good artist rec for comic commissions, I would so pay good money for someone to art the first scene where they spar. This is where I’m sad I can’t draw.

Sebastian wiped the chalk marking between her eyebrows slowly, as if reticent to stop touching her. His other hand rested near her head, palm flat on the earth. Hawke resisted the urge to squirm, and was rewarded when he closed the distance to kiss her where the arrow had landed. Despite her annoyance at being bested so easily, Hawke’s heart filled up at the soft sign of affection. The prince of Starkhaven pulled back, checking the emotion in her eyes.

Yearning, she tried to convey. Just kiss me again.

Pranks and Payback

Here’s my attempt at sweet smut. Cullen, to his eternal embarrassment, gets walked in on by the Lotte while taking himself in hand. An off-canon prelude to their first kiss. *dreamy sigh* TMI: Masturbation Interruptus is my favorite kinkery haha.

Cullen had averted his gaze, and stared at his feet. His hand fingered the hilt of his sword for the lack of a better action and when he figured out his mistake, color rushed to his face. She'd not been calling him in, but had said something close enough that in his distraction he'd taken it as an invitation. Maker, she had been thinking of him, asking him to come in--

Getting aroused would hardly help the situation. He chastised himself and hovered in place, unsure if he should leave or jolt further inside just so he could jump over the edge of her balcony.

A Betting Man

Cass and Varric have a funny kind of camaraderie. They’re rivals who seem to care about each other. In this short fic, the pair find themselves betting each other into a relationship. Lots of kick ass Cass, as well as Varric Tethras poetry jam. This was a rarepair exchange fic that captured my heart completely.

Varric gestures with an open hand to the drinks. “You buy me a drink, you tease -- it’s almost as if you’re flirting with me, Seeker.”

Cassandra can’t recall ever being accused of flirting before. Is that what she was doing? If this is flirting, what about all the other times they’ve spent together, making wagers over skirmishes, playing Wicked Grace late into the evenings until even Sera is passed out on a table. To her, this moment is not so different from the rest. They are all moments where she has been content, perfectly happy even, bantering with Varric.

“Is that not what we’ve been doing this whole time?” She takes a swallow of ale, giving herself an out.

Satinalia Gifts

Written for the holiday season. I love giving gifts and enjoyed thinking of what Cullen and Lotte would give each other. There’s a sweet “day” gift exchange and the certainly nsfw “night” version. My favorite thing to do with Cullen is just quick snapshots of happy smut I guess. He just needs to be happy.

A hundred or so eyes searched for him at once, and Cullen looked to Charlotte instead. Her cheeks were flushed pink, but she bit her lip in laughter. Somehow, someone started chanting “kiss her” and it caught on like wildfire. As their newly minted leader, the stable lad whispered a command for Charlotte and she was forced off the dais and back over to her table.

“I will never live this down,” she laughed.

“You?” Cullen smiled. “I’m fairly certain the troops will be chanting 'kiss her' every time I ask them to do something they don’t like.”

“We should make it worth it then I suppose.”

#tag meme #the best #my writing #fanfiction #dragon age #cassarric #cullen x inquisitor #sebhawke

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callingmrsbarnes · 7 years

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Prize!

Sorry this took so long! I’ve been having a few issues with tumblr so I hope this works!

Aesthetic

season: autumn | winter | summer | spring

occasion: christmas | easter | halloween | thanksgiving

time of day: early morning | morning | afternoon | night time | dead of night

element: earth | wind | fire | water

Marvel

job: Member of the Avengers but work part time for Stark Industries – that’s where you got your start with the Avengers. You worked closely with Tony Stark, perhaps in a business role before joining the team. You’d also work in public health in lower class districts, offering advice and helping out.

General

ship: Bucky Barnes – I was originally going to ship you with Steve but I feel that at the end of the day, he wants a cookie cutter life. I also was thinking of Clint but I felt that your heads may clash at times so for the sake of this, I’m shipping you with Bucky since he fits most of the criteria (I believe).

best friend: Wanda Maximoff – although you’d be close friends with all of the Avengers team.

secret admirer: Sam Wilson

enemy: Besides the obvious, I feel like you’d have a love-hate relationship with Peter Parker. Maybe you’d just find him really annoying from time to time but you also feel the need to look out for him.

With Your Best Friend

how you became best friends: You and Wanda share a lot of the same values and sometimes she just needs someone who will go out and have an adventure with her or just stay at home and watch a movie. You’d befriend her after she first joins the team, feeling bad for how she ended up where she was but you’d soon find out that the two of you got on well together.

most likely to be found: Cooking food together (you make something from your country and she’ll make something from hers) and then finding a spot somewhere quiet to eat it and gossip.

how they feel about you and your ship’s relationship: Wanda would be pretty hesitant at first, watching Bucky like a hawk and feeling a bit nervous about the whole situation but I feel after a while she’d warm up to the idea. Although, I think she knew that Bucky knew that if he did anything wrong he’d get his ass kicked.

what the talk they gave your ship was like when you first started dating them: It’d be a mess – Wanda would keep swapping between English and Sokovian but Bucky got the message.

who forces the other to watch movies they’ve already seen hundreds of times: Wanda

who tells the worst jokes: You

who accidentally exposes the others secrets: I don’t see either of you doing this

who always falls asleep first when sleeping over: Wanda

who gets the other in trouble: Both of you

With Your Ship

how you met: You probably guessed the answer but it’d be through Steve. You would be one of the few people Steve trusted to introduce to Bucky and he’d be right in doing so.

how you got together: Even though you’re a bit cynical, I could see you being so understanding of Bucky. You wouldn’t force him to open up and when hanging out with him, you wouldn’t be doing so with a worried look on your face and you’d treat him like you’d treat any other friend – he’d also be the type of person not to try and pry into anyone’s life so, on a weird level, that made both of you trust one another more. You two would probably just get together after the sexual tension between the two of you got too much and you’d just throw yourselves at one another.

who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: You

who starts the tickle fights: Bucky if he knows you’re angry at him

who starts the pillow fights: Not really much of a thing but you would hit him with a pillow every now and then

who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: Bucky – he finds comfort in seeing you sleeping peacefully

who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: B U C K Y. You’d also hear him cursing at the microwave and telling it to be quiet.

who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: Bucky

who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: Both of you have a bad habit of this

who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Don’t tell me you wouldn’t draw on his metal arm with a sharpie because who wouldn’t

who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: You – for the lols

Christmas

who cuddles the most: Bucky

who takes too many pictures: You

who decorates the house: Joint effort

who starts the food fight while making christmas dinner: Bucky – he’d get impatient

who puts on the christmas albums first: You

who wakes up first on christmas morning: Bucky, but mainly out of habit

christmas movie you watch: Elf

christmas song you sing: Step into Christmas by Elton John

Miscellaneous Christmas Stuff

who you kiss under the mistletoe: Pietro Maximoff

who kisses you on new years: Steve Rogers

who you wear matching ugly christmas sweaters with: Thor (I feel like he’d enjoy doing it too)

who you get into the christmas spirit with: Tony Stark

who gets drunk and confesses their love for you: Bruce Banner

Halloween

gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: You

makes a cosy bed fort to cuddle in: You

spends all October trying to scare the other person: Bucky

goes all out with the Halloween decorations: You

who cuddles the most all night: Bucky

wants to go trick-or-treating: You

gets overly excited about trick-or-treaters but ends up scaring them: Bucky

collects cool looking leaves: Bucky (“whoa, look at this sweet leaf)

steals the others sweets: Bucky

commentates the horror movies because they’re secretly scared: Both of you

Miscellaneous Halloween Stuff

who tries to scare you with scary stories: Sam Wilson

who you get into the Halloween spirit with: Rhodey

who you compete with at bobbing for apples: Natasha Romanoff

who you watch horror movies with: Wanda Maximoff

who accidentally wears the same costume as you: Tony Stark – wouldn’t be an accident though

who you get lost in a corn maze with: Clint Barton

Harry Potter (I swap between eras!)

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

blood type: muggle born | half-blood | pure-blood

quidditch position: beater | chaser | keeper | seeker | N/A

hogwarts era: newt scamander era | marauders | trio | next gen

wand core: unicorn hair | phoenix feather | dragon heartstring | veela hair

General

ship: George Weasley – but I could see you being with Remus Lupin too

best friend: Hermione Granger

secret admirer: Harry Potter

enemy: Lavender Brown and the Patil sisters

With Your Best Friend

how you became best friends: Hermione doesn’t like to have competition when it comes to academics and when she found out you were the one she was competing with for top of the class, she decided to introduce herself to you. It turns out you two got on really well.

most likely to be found: At Hogwarts you’re usually somewhere down by the lake or the courtyard

how they feel about you and your ship’s relationship: Hermione tried to be good about the relationship but she struggled to see what you saw in George. She thought you were too good for him but when she saw just how similar the two of you were and how much he adored you, she decided that maybe it was an okay decision.

what the talk they gave your ship was like when you first started dating them: Hermione didn’t exactly get a ‘talk’ in because every time she went near George he’d run away.

who forces the other to watch movies they’ve already seen hundreds of times: You

who tells the worst jokes: Hermione

who accidentally exposes the others secrets: You

who always falls asleep first when sleeping over: Hermione

who gets the other in trouble: Hermione – she does hang out with Harry and Ron, after all.

With Your Ship

how you met: Through school and Quidditch. George would see you as one of Ron and Hermione’s dorky friends and didn’t think much of it but when he saw you on the Quidditch pitch and then later sticking up for what you believe in, he couldn’t believe his luck.

how you got together: George is definitely a persistent guy; maybe he asked you out a few times and you said no because you thought he was an idiot (and he is) but eventually you gave in after seeing him look out for a few younger kids against some rude people. Eventually, the two of you would just end up together but it’d be a slow and almost sweet/cute process.

who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: George

who starts the tickle fights: George

who starts the pillow fights: Again, George

who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: Sort of fluctuates between the two of you

who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: George because what the fuck is a microwave

who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: Look, all of these are just ending up being George

who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: HIM

who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Both of you

who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: You – just kidding, George

Christmas

who cuddles the most: You

who takes too many pictures: George

who decorates the house: You

who starts the food fight while making christmas dinner: George

who puts on the christmas albums first: You

who wakes up first on christmas morning: George

christmas movie you watch: Home Alone

christmas song you sing: Last Christmas (this would be sung very dramatically)

Miscellaneous Christmas Stuff

who you kiss under the mistletoe: James Potter

who kisses you on new years: Charlie Weasley

who you wear matching ugly christmas sweaters with: Luna Lovegood (she’d have the best sweaters, let’s be real)

who you get into the christmas spirit with: Ginny Weasley

who gets drunk and confesses their love for you: Harry Potter

Halloween

gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: George

makes a cosy bed fort to cuddle in: You

spends all October trying to scare the other person: George

goes all out with the Halloween decorations: George

who cuddles the most all night: You

wants to go trick-or-treating: George

gets overly excited about trick-or-treaters but ends up scaring them: George

collects cool looking leaves: You

steals the others sweets: You

commentates the horror movies because they’re secretly scared: You

Miscellaneous Halloween Stuff

who tries to scare you with scary stories: Sirius Black

who you get into the Halloween spirit with: Dean Thomas

who you compete with at bobbing for apples: Cedric Diggory

who you watch horror movies with: Fred Weasley

who accidentally wears the same costume as you: Angelina Johnson

who you get lost in a corn maze with: Hermione Granger – it was harder than you both though

Star Wars – Again, I go between eras

era: original | prequels | new age

force sensitive: yes | minor sensitivity | no

weapon of choice: blaster | lightsabre | electrostaff | ship mounted weaponry | n/a

General

ship: Poe Dameron

best friend: Leia Organa

secret admirer: N/A

enemy: Basically any member of the First Order

With Your Best Friend

how you became best friends: Just pretending that this is an alternate universe and you and Leia are around the same age, the two of you would become friends when you hear her give a speech and you commend her on being such a brilliant person. She’d love it and the two of you would just hit it off.

most likely to be found: Exploring wherever you’re being held up – so, people actually can’t find you most days

how they feel about you and your ship’s relationship: Leia would be a little protective but overall would be thrilled that the two of you are together. She’d adore Poe so she’d be happy that out of anyone, you were with him.

what the talk they gave your ship was like when you first started dating them: I don’t think Leia would be one of those people who give a ‘talk’.

who forces the other to watch movies they’ve already seen hundreds of times: Leia

who tells the worst jokes: Leia

who accidentally exposes the others secrets: You

who always falls asleep first when sleeping over: You

who gets the other in trouble: Leia

With Your Ship

how you met: You’d be partnered on a small mission together and he’s quite a loud character and doesn’t find it difficult to make friends so you’d become close quickly.

how you got together: I think both of you would realise your feelings for one another around the same time but you wouldn’t really do anything because with the First Order and whatnot, you didn’t really see it to be a good time to try and be together. However, when Poe got hurt and captured, you kind of went ‘fuck it’ and decided it was now or never.

who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: You

who starts the tickle fights: Poe

who starts the pillow fights: Poe

who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: Both of you have done this

who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: You

who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: Poe

who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: You

who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Poe

who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: You

Christmas

who cuddles the most: Poe

who takes too many pictures: Poe

who decorates the house: Both of you

who starts the food fight while making christmas dinner: You

who puts on the christmas albums first: Poe

who wakes up first on christmas morning: Poe

christmas movie you watch: The Nightmare Before Christmas

christmas song you sing: Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree

Miscellaneous Christmas Stuff

who you kiss under the mistletoe: Finn

who kisses you on new years: Luke Skywalker

who you wear matching ugly christmas sweaters with: Omg I can totally imagine you making a matching sweater for BB-8

who you get into the christmas spirit with: Rey

who gets drunk and confesses their love for you: Han Solo

Halloween

gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: Poe

makes a cosy bed fort to cuddle in: Poe

spends all October trying to scare the other person: You

goes all out with the Halloween decorations: Poe

who cuddles the most all night: Both of you

wants to go trick-or-treating: Poe

gets overly excited about trick-or-treaters but ends up scaring them: You

collects cool looking leaves: Poe

steals the others sweets: Poe

commentates the horror movies because they’re secretly scared: You

Miscellaneous Halloween Stuff

who tries to scare you with scary stories: Leia

who you get into the Halloween spirit with: Obi-Wan

who you compete with at bobbing for apples: Cassian Andor

who you watch horror movies with: Rey

who accidentally wears the same costume as you: Luke

who you get lost in a corn maze with: Finn

#I love this #it's perfect thank you #about me #vividimagines #personal #submission

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