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nenynrawrites · 2 months ago

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omg lmao was so happy when you said you'd be willing to try 😭 ok here goes

Could I req smth w Chris cornell where reader is Andrew Wood's younger sister? And Chris n reader were never really close before but after Andrew's passing from an OD reader comes to pick up some stuff from Andrew and Chris's place (staying there for the night) and he happens to help her through a nightmare relating to Andrew. And after that they bond and get together?

Sorry if it's not ok no worries :)) have a great day/night!

A night's help

Summary: As seen above:>

Wordcount: 1165 words

Warnings: Angst and fluff

A/N: Anon, sorry for the wait! But I still hope you enjoy it, and I hope you'll request again! Can't wait to hear what you've thought about it!:)

,,Hey Chris.''

,,Hey Y/N.''

You never spoke much with Chris. You didn't hate him, just never really got along. It wasn't a bad vibe that you got from him, you two just never really clicked, just talking when Andrew was around. But he was the reason you ended up in Chris' arms...

~-~

Everything bad starts with a little. Trying out here and there, maybe having a bit more on weekends at parties...The same was for Andrew: At first it was really just with his friends, , but the more recognition Mother Love Bone had gotten, the more ,,opportunities'' they got on the side.

Once you caught him by accident, it somehow got worse. From seeing him daily to seeing him twice a week to just maybe, and then...Never again.

~-~

The world felt deafening to you. Nothing seemed to bring you comfort, because the only comfort you had was dead now. Dead...It felt weird. What do dead people even feel? The news outlet once said, that when you die, for the last seven minutes, your life plays back. What Andrew might've been thinking about? Maybe memories from when you two were little. He always loved to dwell in those memories. Especially how much smaller you were than him at all times. All those memories...His smile, his hugs, him...Only existed in pictures now.

,,I'll let you do, just tell me if you need anything, okay?''

,,Yeah...Thank you.''

Chris was hesitant to leave you alone. All that was going on was still so recent and he was worried if you'll be alright. But for now, he just left you on your own, quietly listening for any off sounding sounds.

,,Y/N? Are you feeling hungry?''

,,Kinda...Wait...''

Basically peeling yourself off of the floor, you discarded the few photos you held, strewing them over the carpet before opening the door, a questioning Chris in the doorframe.

,,Still hungry?''

,,Yeah. Thought of cooking?''

,,No, more in the mood of ordering. Does sushi sound good?''

,,Very.''

,,Feeling fancy, I see.''

Playfully hitting Chris' shoulder, you watched as he ordered over the phone, reciting the order you had written down for him.

,,So, how long is it going to take? 45 minutes? Alright, thanks.''

Chris hung up, sitting himself across from you on the other sofa, interest in his eyes.

,,So, 45 minutes they said, right?''

,,Yup! What to do now...''

,,You know, if you don't mind, I'll just get back to packing-''

,,I do mind, 'cause I actually have a question for you.''

You stopped in your tracks, standing between the living room and the corridor. What did he want now? Hopefully the question wouldn't be too embarrassing.

,,Don't you want to sit back down?''

,,Uh, yeah, sure...''

,,Thank you. So...What are your hobbies? I've only ever heard about you reading, so I'm curious.''

Well, if it was only that, an answer wouldn't hurt, right? So you sat back down opposite him, fiddling with the rings on your fingers before speaking.

,,I haven't read in a bit, but yeah, I do like it. And listening to music, obviously. What else...''

It's as if all the hobbies you've ever had were deleted out of your memory, as if you've never done them in the first place. But just when you wanted to continue, the doorbell rand, announcing the delivery driver at the door.

,,I'll go get it.''

,,Thanks.''

Stumbling over your own feet, you leaped for the door, opening it to see a sweet girl with your delivery in front of you.

,,How much do we owe you?''

,,$15, ma'am.''

,,Oh, you don't have to be formal to me, but thank you. There you go...Here's the tip and keep the change. Have a good evening!''

,,Thank you, you, too!''

Smiling, you waited until the girl drove off, turning around and being startled by Christ standing behind you.

,,Jeez, Chris!''

,,Sorry, my bad. Made a new friend?''

,,Yeah, definitely...Come, sit down, your food's getting cold.''

,,But it's already cold?''

~-~

The dinner was quiet. Though you did finish answering Chris' previous question, no other followed and you just ate your sushi, sometimes commenting on your food or whatever was on TV. But Chris just wished you would talk to him more. Of course, he wouldn't want to force it onto you, but he knew your mind must be racing with memories of you and Andrew. His mind did, too, but that's why he was distracting himself with distracting you: It helped him cope with it better. Momentarily, at least.

~-~

,,Goodnight. Scream for me if anything's going on, okay?''

,,Okay. You're gonna do the same probably?''

,,Seems fair enough.''

,,Alright, goodnight.''

Chris retreated to his room, whilst you were still getting ready in the bathroom. After you were done, you walked back into Andrew's room, getting comfy in the bed before turning the light off.

,,Goodnight, Andrew, I love you.''

~-~

It all happened so fast: One second he was there, looking as normal as ever. The next second, he was gone. You'd look around every corner, if he was hiding there, but it was always a tap on the shoulder that brought you away from your goal. And when you saw him, he was so bloody, you could barely call him a person. It got onto you as he tried to grab you. You tried to walk away, but his hand on your shoulder kept you back, and...

,,Y/N! Hey, girlie, wake up!''

,,What-''

,,Babygirl, you were having a nightmare! How are you?''

,,N-n-n-not-''

You couldn't even finish your sentence before breaking down in tears. Chris pulled you to his chest, petting your hair and rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings as he let you turn his chest into a little lake.

,,He- He-''

,,Shh, don't talk, darling, don't want you to choke! Talk when you're ready.''

~-~

It had been hours, yet it seemed as if your body wouldn't stop producing tears, let alone calm down. But eventually, you did, thanks to Chris' soothing, despite nearly falling asleep himself, but he didn't let it happen. He was worried something worse would happen to you.

,,Chris?''

,,Hm?''

,,Thank you...For everything.''

,,You don't have to thank me, it's the least I can do.''

You just pecked his cheek, holding his gaze and seeing how red he turned. But you still didn't stop the extra ,,Thank you'' you were mouthing.

~-~

Over the next few weeks and months, you and Chris spent most of the time together. Next to the things of moving Andrew's stuff out, he invited you on little record shop or coffee dates, rehearsals with his new band, and eventually, it happened.

,,How are you feeling?''

,,Better. Not good but better.''

,,That's good still. Look at me, yeah?''

,,Hm?''

Chris leaned in, giving you enough time to pull away, but when you didn't, he gave you the softest kiss imaginable, leaving more all over your face.

,,I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Do you want that, too?''

,,Yes, I do.''

#nenynra's stuff #nenynra's thoughts #soundgarden #chris cornell #mother love bone #andrew wood

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nano--raptor · 4 years ago

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Your Professor’s Shirt

Pairing: Professor! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1360

Warnings: 18+ Only! Smut, sex, dirty talk, flirting, cursing and a little bit of fluff.

A/N: It’s Professor! Bucky day with @the-ss-horniest-book-club! This idea was inspired by the song T-Shirt by The Beaches. So, I took my idea and ran with it. Hope you enjoy! Thank you all for reading😘

Please do not click “keep reading” if you are under 18! Thank you.

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You left your t-shirt at my apartment

I'm not giving it back, I'm not giving it back

You walked into the lecture wearing a casual outfit, nothing fancy, definitely nothing to write home about, but you knew your professor would love it. And boy did he ever. You sat in the front row, as you usually did, in a pair of cute jeans and a t-shirt. An oversized shirt, tied in a knot at the waist, hanging low on one shoulder. Tons of girls wore shirts like this, but this one was different, and when Professor Barnes noticed you he blanked for a moment, mid sentence, blinking as he stared at you. You flashed him a sweet smile, batting your eyelashes and he quickly regained his composure after seeing the shirt you were wearing. His shirt.

He continued lecturing, making notes on the board, and asking questions, as he avoided glancing your way again for quite a while. Then you saw his eyes flick your way again, and you squirmed in your seat under his gaze, which to anyone else, looked like his normal face. But you knew that heat in his eyes, the twitch at the corner of his mouth, before he looked away and continued on.

As the class ended, you gathered your things and left with the crowd, not needing to stay after class today. You had a meeting with Professor Barnes in about half an hour, so you made your way through campus to drop off a few things before heading to his office.

The door was slightly open when you arrived, so you walked in, closing it with a soft click once you stepped inside. Then you turned the lock and walked slowly towards the desk.

“Ah, there you are. Right on time.” Your professor looked up at you with that heat in his eyes again, and you gave him more of a devilish smile this time.

“Hi Professor Barnes.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, his eyes roaming over you and making you feel hot all over. You both liked it when you called him professor, even though he always told you to call him Bucky outside of class. Sometimes you liked to keep up the innocent act though. “Did you miss me?”

“Mmm. Always.” You walked around the desk, setting your bag down on the floor and squealing when Bucky pulled you into his lap right away. He smirked when you wiggled on his lap, pulling you in for a heated kiss. When it broke, he licked his lips, humming again and looking up at you with a smirk. “Nice shirt.”

“Thank you, a boy left it at my house.” You giggled when he leaned in to kiss your neck, trailing his lips along your shoulder, the soft touch sending shivers through you. His voice was low when he spoke again.

“Now, what’s a good girl like you doing having a boy over. Are you naughty?” Bucky pulled on the collar of the shirt, kissing along your collar bones. “I think you are. Naughty girl, wearing a boy’s shirt but not wearing a bra to class today. Are you tryin’ to drive me crazy?” His rands ran up your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples through the shirt, as he nibbled your skin. “Had so many dirty thoughts I could barely focus on lecturing.”

“I’m sorry Professor,” you whined, rolling your hips against his lap and groaning as you felt his cock hardening under you. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about his hands all over me, the feeling of his skin against mine, and when I saw this shirt, and it still smelled like him, I wanted it to touch all of my skin until I could see him again.”

Bucky groaned now, his hips twitching under yours and he whipped the shirt off over your head, tossing it onto the floor. His mouth descended to your chest, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while his fingers undid your jeans. Your hands tangled into his hair with a cry, his mouth on your already sensitive nipples making you tingle.

“Bucky please,” you gasped. “I need you again I can’t wait.” He looked up at you, pupils blown wide and hair messed up from your fingers and you moaned at the sight, rushing to undo his pants too before you made a mess all over them. There was a scramble as Bucky shoved his pants down and you kicked yours off, then you were hauled back into his lap again, your hips pulled flush against his as his thick cock rubbed through your soaking folds.

“Baby you’re so wet. Is this what you think about during my classes? ‘Bout riding my cock in my office?” You nodded your head, whimpering as he pushed into you. “You’re a dirty girl,” he growled in your ear, his hips jerking as you both tried to find the perfect pace.

“You’re a bad boy,” you sassed back. “Staring at my tits during your class. Thinking about licking and pinching them and filling me up.” You tisked, yelping as his hand came down on your ass, and he groaned from the subsequent squeezing you gave his cock.

“Ah baby, you’re gonna be the death of me. You know I can never wait to bury myself in that perfect pussy of yours. Fuck…” He breathed more curses and his thrusts sped up, pushing deep into you, stretching you out, and you whined at the feeling of him dragging in and out of you. You wanted to curl around him but also spread yourself out as far as you could, just so he could have every inch of you.

Clutching at his shoulders, your head fell back while you rode him, bucking your hips harder against him as he trusted, and you could tell he was trying to keep quiet.

“Can’t wait to hear you later,” you teased, raking your hands through his hair again and tugging gently. Bucky groaned again, a low rumble that you felt vibrate through you.

“‘M gonna fuck you so good later baby, when I can take my time with you and make you fall apart for me.” The coil was tightening in your belly and you bounced on his lap faster, bringing your hand down to rub your clit while Bucky’s hands clutched your hips, rocking your body against his. “Yeah that’s it baby, you gonna cum for me? Cum for me on my lap, in my office, like a bad girl? So naughty baby but so fuckin’ good for me.” His words were punctuated by his thrusts, his pace slowing and faltering as he came, spilling inside you with a strangled groan. Dragging your face down to his, he kissed you hard, riding out the waves of his orgasm as you pushed yourself over the edge too, clenching around him and milking his cock with a drawn out, desperate whine.

Collapsing against him with a shuddering breath, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Bucky started chuckling.

“You’re such a tease. I can’t believe you showed up today in my fucking shirt with no bra on. Shit baby.” You giggled back, wiggling on his lap and making him hiss. He grabbed a handful of your ass, and you nearly squealed. “I love when you come to my lectures though.”

“I love watching you teach, baby,” you mused. “I wonder if any of your students ever wonder who the fuck I am.” You giggled again, grabbing his face and kissing him sweetly, but still burning up for him. He smiled and pulled you close once more before you needed to climb off his lap to redress.

“I’ll see you at home later,” he said, kissing the top of your head as you both straightened out your clothes.

“Can’t wait baby. Can you pick up dinner on your way?”

“Of course.” One more kiss, and then it was time for him to head back to class. You hummed at the feeling of his t-shirt against your skin again, so soft, but you couldn’t wait to feel his skin against yours again later that night at home.

#hbc bucky barnes appreciation days #professor!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #professor au #professor bucky barnes #professor barnes #professor bucky x reader

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its-all-ineffable · 4 years ago

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Star Trek reactions - Dagger of the mind

"CAUTION" - that's never a good way to start an episode...

Oh no, the transporter's not working...oh no, the guy operating it's just dumb. Where's Scotty?!

"Classified material, do not open" - boy, that sounds safe!

OMG IT'S A FUCKING PERSON

TURN AROUND DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!! Welp, he's dead.

I'm so confused, what the hell is this episode gonna be about? Oh, a prisoner stowed away in the cargo box. Nice.

Quick action for once, well done! Yes, listen to Uhura, be catious!

Oh great, he's clever too. Brilliant. A clever maniac. All we need. McCoy and Spock's sassing is sending me!

OH SHIT HE'S ON THE BRIDGE!

IS HE GONNA DIE? He looks like he's in pain?? WTF? I'm so confused right now...

Ayyyyy, Vulcan neck pinch! For the win! You go Spock!

I..."always with a ring of truth to it" doesn't sound good...

IS HE GONNA DIE NOW?! He keeps acting like he's having a heart attack or something...

Bones' answer to everything and everyone - hit it with a hypospray!

57 minutes? How far away did you get? What? Space and time in this show makes no sense.

PLOT TWIST! HE'S A DOCTOR!

Oh, the people aren't dead. Just injured. Well, that's good. Experimental work? Uh oh...

Bones is suddenly a lie detector? For some reason?

Spock coming in with that logic to break up an argument; thatta boy!

Oh no...he wants Kirk to beam down...with a minimum staff...Bones is right, something is shady! He called him "sir" too!😂

Spock backing up McCoy! Wait, Spock's not going too, is he?

And of course it's a woman, and Kirk's fucking infatuated. Oh no, he's nervous! He slept with her, didn't he?! Haha, beautiful! And Spock's not going. At least they've got the common sense to keep one senior officer on the ship.

Yes, immediately grab the woman, she's so delicate...🙄

Another beautiful woman...I...this is going to get old fast...She seems odd? Hmm...

So, he's wiped her mind? That's not shady at all!

An experiment went wrong? Oh no...And Kirk should definitely investigate. I don't like this Doctor Helen much.

This guy has had his brains scrambled, and Dr Adams has done it. I'm sure. This facility is shady. Bones is right to be concerned.

"Neutralizes brain waves"? That sounds bad! The guy working the machine sounds brainwashed too...

Oh, oh you can assure him, can you Helen? I don't like her.

Did he? Why don't I believe you Dr Adams? Hmm?

Brainwashing. They're brainwashing them and making them feel pain when they remember their life. Nice. They seem swell. /s

He is, Spock is great! Now piss off. I don't like smiley Dr Adams either.

Just shut up Dr Helen.

I agree with Van Gelder - DON'T STAY THERE!

Spock, shut up a minute and let Van Gelder talk...OMG, is he dead? Dying? What's going on?!

Bones, can you respect Spock and his culture please? PLEASE!!

Spock doing this highly personal thing 'cause Jim's in danger...he loves him so much!

"Are you questioning the methods of a man like Tristian Adams-" Of course he fucking is Helen! Stop being a dumb bitch, jeez. She's so irritating.

Re-shape a mind? That is awful! Is Spock okay, he's moving weird? Gotta say though, the side shot of his face is super pretty. Now he's repeating the words, I don't like it...

Do you know your profession? Cause you don't fucking act like it!

We'll not try it at all thank you! Oh jeez Jim, really? Oh god! No, don't try it again!

Kisses in these things always look weird as hell to me!😂

OMG, NO! DR ADAMS IS THERE SHIT! NO, PISS OFF ADAMS!

YES, FIGHT IT JIM! FIGHT IT! Ah no, c'mon, fight it still Jim! Yeah, atta boy! That was better from Helen, I appreciate that. Jim, let's not try and assault another woman after Rand...oh, he went for the duct, thank god!

Oh great, she's going into a potentially deadly situation. Great. And Jim's got another brainwashing session...

FIGHT IT JIM, YES! SPOCK, SAVE HIM, SAVE YOUR HUSBAND!

Spock save him! Please! Your husband needs you! Also - come on Helen! You got this! Yes! Ah, fuck off security guy - yes Jim!

Ha, she just fried that security guy! Nice!

Spock just turned the brainwashing machine on and Dr Adams is there!🤣

Oh really? Did they have too? And the husband walks in...Spock's face though!😆

Hey, the rest of them came down! Oh no, he's dead, how terrible.

Is Jim, like, okay? He looks awful. At least the treatment room thing is gone. Jim is not okay, he needs love right now...Spock?

Well, that was a wild ride of an episode! I enjoyed it though!

That's it for this ep! Next up: The Corbomite Maneuver

@vulcan-avenger-of-fandoms-27 @datsavageavenger @lockwie @tribblehugger96 @ricketyricketypinetrees-blog @fandom-star @ramblingsofachristiannerd @toboldlynerd @high-functioning-lokipath @miglika

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kinetic-elaboration · 4 years ago

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February 13: Star Trek Beyond

Some attempted thoughts on Star Trek Beyond.

So first it was bad lol. It is the worst. I thought maybe it would be less the worst than I had previously thought but it really, really is just irredeemably bad.

Trying to keep up with what was actually happening and talk in the group chat was too difficult and I now feel very exhausted lol. And I’m not even sure what I watched.

I liked Jaylah a lot, including her back story, characterization, “house,” traps, and cool mirror tricks.

I also like Kirk in that emergency uniform with the jacket unzipped.

That’s it! That’s all I liked.

In the past I’ve also said I liked the Spock and Bones parts but I honestly wasn’t a fan of them either this time around!

None of the characters felt IC and none of the relationships felt true or were compelling. Which is particularly egregious given that the alleged theme was strength in unity.

The movie was especially lacking in K/S content or even K & S interaction, which obviously didn’t please me. And it’s definitely the worst Kirk characterization I’ve ever seen. There’s no excuse for that either because it’s halfway through the 5YM, which means he should be pretty close to TOS Kirk--yes, he has a different set of experiences, so there’s going to be some variation, but there’s comparatively less excuse for a radically different characterization than in STXI and STID. They should have had Shatner read the script and make notes lol because whatever else you might say about him he KNOWS Captain Kirk.

Like, he (Kirk) lacked humor and charm and, often, confidence. He had moments when he was very smart and moments when he had a commanding presence. But he had just as many moments when he was whiny or bored and his Captain’s log??? I deserve financial compensation for every time I’ve listened to that. Bored of space?? No, this man is bored when he’s stuck on Earth. He stagnates in desk jobs. He is an adventurer and explorer before he’s ANYTHING else; if you don’t get that, you don’t need to be writing Star Trek.

Also, as I have frequently complained, I’m tired of him having no internal conflict or emotional complexity past his father issues. First reboot movie: dealing with his dead father’s memory and his step-father’s abuse. Fine, that makes sense for how they set up the AU. Second reboot movie: entirely motivated by the need for Manly Vengeance upon the person who killed his father figure. And for this redundant story line (in many sense) we had to lose Pike? Third reboot movie: you’d think he’d finally be ready to move on to other conflicts but actually no this time he’s sad about his birthday and having a longer life span than his...you guessed it!! father!! Yet again.

What else has ever motivated him? Legitimate question.

The destruction of the Enterprise was truly horrific. Long, boring, unwarranted, and without any emotional punch. As if it were just any ship! No, she’s a character in her own right and she’s not to be sacrificed like that but please tell me again how Simon Pegg is a true fan who brought the franchise back to its roots?

B said he did like that they split up the crew into unusual units but I have mixed feelings about it. I don’t entirely disagree, but I don’t think they did a lot that was interesting with any of those separated units. Uhura and Sulu are a cool pair (but this would have been a good opportunity to include Sulu’s semi-canonical crush on Uhura but whatever... a different rant) and they almost did some interesting stuff with them. There were glimmers of a caper in that story line and times when I could tell they were straining especially hard to make Uhura, their Sole Female Main--now that they cut out Rand, Chapel, and even Carol Marcus--into something Feminist and Interesting. But it didn’t quite gel for me. Like, Uhura would be having almost interesting dialogue with the villain and holding her own...and then she loses track of her colleague and has to watch that person die, thus undercutting everything she just said about unity and seeming to prove the villain’s point. Is she competent or not?

Bones and Spock are a pair I care about and like but again I think their canonical relationship in TOS is more interesting than STB showed. I personally read them as like...reluctant best friends who originally just had one person in common, and then realized they also like each other too, but they’ll never really say it. They understand each other but pretend not to. They have fun with the barbs they throw at each other. They both deeply love Jim but in different ways. They enjoy their intellectual debates. (That’s one thing that was definitely missing from them here! The intellectual debates!) So again, there was something there but not enough.

And Kirk and Chekov just happened to land near each other; nothing was done with that relationship per se. They really aren’t people who have much of a relationship in TOS so there’s not a lot to work off of but then on the other hand there IS an opportunity to create something new. Maybe I’m being too harsh and too vague but it just didn’t gel for me. The only specific K and C moment I remember was that supremely un-funny joke about Kirk’s aim as he sets off the “wery large bomb.”

But like there are possibilities.. they’re both pretty horny and Chekov is a whiz kid and Kirk is also very smart and has always been smart... Like in other words people Chekov’s age don’t end up on the bridge crew, in either ‘verse, without the Captain’s say, so even though he’s TOS!Spock’s and AOS!Scotty’s protege, Kirk is important to his life. Something with that maybe??

I’m upset that Spock’s individual story line was about whether or not he should go off and make baby Vulcans because, again as I have complained many times before, that was a conflict he faced and resolved in ten minutes two movies ago, and it doesn’t make sense to me for him to bring it up again now just because the Ambassador is dead. Like... the Ambassador told him to stay in Starfleet!! “Ah, yes, I will honor him by doing precisely the opposite of what he wanted me to do.”

Also--if they had made his motivation different or gone into it more, I would have been more into it. Make it about New Vulcan! Say there’s news from New Vulcan that it’s not doing well. Or what if T’Pring got in contact with him? Or what if we used this as an excuse to bring in Sarek?

This is part of a larger point for me which is that STXI set up a really cool AU and STID tried to do something with it--a little hit or miss, but it tried--and instead of pushing even more at the AU and developing it more and doing more with it... STB just ignored it! Was that part of what Paramount was warning about with making it “not too Star Trek-y?” Was it SUPPOSED to be a movie you could watch without having seen the last two? If so they did succeed but like.. .why? They made the supremely ballsy move of blowing up a founding Federation planet two movies ago and now they’ve just forgotten about that and all the reverberations that would necessarily have?

But of course we got a call back to Kirk being a Beastie Boys fan so.... Guess it was Deep all along.

We all three agreed that the core story of this film was potentially interesting but could have been done as a 50-some minute episode of a TV series rather than a whole-ass 2 hour movie. First off, cutting or cutting down the action sequences would have shaved off half an hour easily.

I’m frustrated in large part because there are certain things that are interesting here. I do like the concept of the crew being pulled on to an alien planet by a ship of former Federation crew, from the early days of the Federation/deep space flight, who were presumed missing but are somehow still alive because they have turned into aliens/used alien tech to prolong life, and who have also captured other aliens, like Jaylah, for the main crew to interact with. All of that was cool.

I would even be okay with these old Federation crew being villains but I don’t think that’s necessary or even the most interesting take.

But...first of all, as my mom pointed out, Krall was basically Nero in his illogical motivations: feeling aggrieved because someone who couldn’t help him didn’t help him and then just maniacally wanting revenge. It made more sense to me with Nero in a way. Maybe that was because he was better characterized, maybe it was because his anger was more personal (the loss of his wife), maybe--probably--it was because he was angry at Spock and Spock had actually promised to help, so there was some kernel of logic in his sense of betrayal, even if it was out of proportion etc. Also, Nero’s mania was portrayed as mania--we were all supposed to recognize that the strength of his emotion was warranted but his logic was deeply flawed. I think we were supposed to think Krall had some kinda... real criticism of the Federation, but in fact he doesn’t! He’s wrong! So like if he’d been angry with the Federation for abandoning him but the narrative and the other characters explicitly recognize that he’s wrong--the Federation tried but he was just doing something very dangerous and he recognized that danger on signing on--that might have been more palatable to me.

I’m not sure I’m making sense here entirely or explaining myself as well as I could.

I just don’t entirely get Krall’s beef with the Federation. I don’t get that whole “being a soldier and having conflict makes you strong and having people you can rely on and connections and community makes you weak.” That seems pretty obviously false. It also doesn’t really seem, not that I’m an expert, but particularly in line with military ethos either.

BUT the idea that he had a life that was comfortable to him as a soldier and then the Federation comes in and forms Starfleet and says, actually, we’re going to pull back on the soldiering and up the diplomacy and the exploration and the science--yeah, I could see that. I DO think Starfleet is military but even if you must insist it’s not, it’s clearly based on and formed from the military, and it has certain military functions. So obviously the first people to join or be folded into Starfleet probably were more explicitly military.

So he’s one of those people. Now he’s supposed to be a scientist and a diplomat and an explorer and he doesn’t like that. He’s given this very prestigious and interesting mission and jumps at it. Starfleet warns him, you might go beyond where we can reach, we might not be able to help you. That’s fine. But then when his ship is stranded and he is lost, he gets angry--maybe somewhat irrationally, but understandably--why?? Why did the Federation do this to him? What was even the point? When he put himself in danger before, at least he knew why. But just flying around space for the hell of it, and this is the cost? So that’s what creates his anger.

I thin this could be tied into Kirk’s diplomacy at the beginning--if the scene were written to not be a comedy bit where Kirk looks like an incompetent buffoon and is completely disrespectful the whole time. He’s good at this job and we should say it. But we could emphasize that this IS a diplomatic mission often, just as often as it’s a military or scientific mission. Maybe we could include other bits of their missions, too, to play up the variety of things they do and roles they play.

Another thing I think could be interesting, going back to my point about Spock, Vulcan, and using the first two movies and expanding on the world building... what if Spock wanted to leave Starfleet for better, more well-defined reasons, and we used that? Paralleled the two? Connected the two?

Because I think Vulcan in the AOS verse is very interesting and the movies didn’t do nearly enough with it. First, we have the Romulans showing up way earlier, at least visibly: in TOS, no one knew what they looked like or their connection to Vulcans until Spock is in his late 30s. In AOS, it happens not long after he’s born. So he’s growing up probably with more anti-Vulcan racism floating around the Federation. THEN Vulcan is destroyed. Now it has nothing and it needs to rely on the rest of the Federation, which must be both humbling and frustrating to many Vulcans, on top of the extreme tragedy of losing everything. Most of their population, a lot of their history, their manufacturing, their scientific facilities, their resources, their animals, literally whatever else you can think of that a planet has--all gone. Now all of the survivors have lived some period on an alien planet, by definition, and they’re probably very dependent on the Federation not just to set up the new colony, but to replace all of the resources--natural and Vulcan-made--that they lost. And they’re a founding Federation member, Earth’s first contact. They’re especially important. And now they’re weak, and reliant on others.

So maybe Spock, early on, hears from New Vulcan and they’re not doing well. Maybe we hear from Sarek or T’Pring (...I’d just like to see reboot T’Pring). Maybe it’s not about, or just about, having children, but about being from an important and ancient family, and being seen as a hero for his part in the Narada mission, that makes him want to go and help rebuild their government (taking his mother’s place perhaps? she was on the High Council) or their scientific facilities, or the VSA, or their space travel capabilities--you know Vulcan had space ships of their own, outside of Federation ships. This would be the perfect place to showcase that tension between wanting to be independent--out of pride, out of fear, even--and needing help, because Vulcan could not survive without the Federation, probably less than 10 years out from the original planet’s destruction.

And then you feed it back into Krall.

So I could see like... well the tension, and then Krall comes in, and he's angry that the Federation "abandoned" him, but we actually explicitly address this. Maybe Spock gets to interact with him and say "I get it. You had a life and a mission and a purpose that was comfortable for you. Then the Federation came in and changed everything. A lot of my people are also feeling upset for similar reasons. But here's why actually you're wrong."

So anyway as you can see I’m smarter and more interesting than Simon Pegg.

I also hated, speaking of writers of this movie, the gay Sulu thing and HEAR ME OUT on this. It’s homophobic. His husband doesn’t have a name? Might not be his husband at all? Looks like he could be his nanny or his brother? As B said “at least grab his butt or something.” That was the most sanitized, no-homo depiction of a gay person I’ve ever seen. He’s gay (see, progressives and queers! gay! you like that right!) but DON’T WORRY STRAIGHTS--he’s in a monogamous relationship and has a child, he’ll show nothing but the most platonic physical affection with his male significant other, and the plot point will be so minuscule you’ll need a microscope to detect it. Also, we’ll throw in a no homo joke about two male characters not wanting to hug and we’ll make sure Kirk and Spock interact as little as possible, because we know they give off Big Queer Vibes every time they’re together.

Yes the last point is a little unfair but can you blame me for being angry about all the “look how hip to the times we are” back-patting that went on in 2016 when canonical bisexual Kirk is RIGHT THERE and we could have had ex-boyfriend Gary Mitchell instead of Unnamed Nanny??

Also Sulu is a hella random choice because again, like... he may not have had an s.o. in TOS but nor was there any indication he was gay. So it seems a LITTLE like they picked him because (1) his original actor is gay and gay people can’t play straight people duh so probably Sulu was Gay All Along I mean did you not get vibes???; and/or (2) asexual Asian stereotypes preclude giving Sulu any kind of love interest, male or female, that is actually... sexual, outright romantic, anything.

Anyway I can’t remember if I had any other thoughts, but I’ve said quite enough I think.

I miss Kirk so much... real Kirk... even my version of AOS Kirk who is probably not even characterized that well but at least I worked with love!!!

#the year 2021 #2021: star trek #2021: fandom thoughts #star trek aos #anti-beyond

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satansliteraryhero · 5 years ago

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The First Female Host - Ouran High School Host Club

Summary:

After transferring to Ouran Academy, your first day ends with you joining the host club as their first official female host.

Fandom:

Ouran High School Host Club

Pairing:

(Light) Tamaki x Reader

WARNINGS:

MENTIONS OF ANXIETY, LIGHT SWEARING

Words:

2,276

A/N:

I’m not sure if this will turn into a series or not. Also, Haruhi does not exist in this universe. Hope you all enjoy! :)

The sound of your heels clicked against the smooth marble flooring of Ouran Academy. You had just transferred as a first-year. So here you were, walking down the halls in search of your first class of the day, Class 1-A.

As you walked you could clearly hear all of the other girls talking about you, whispering and gossiping into the ears of anyone who would listen. While most would crumble due to the anxiety of their peering eyes, you quite enjoyed the attention and kept walking with your head held high, besides, there is no such thing as bad press.

Your family appeared to be ‘mysterious’ to most. Despite your high ranking in the world, you made sure to stay out of the news, more specifically, most of the world was unaware you even existed. Your father descended from royals, but he didn’t let that define him or his family. You could have easily shown up today in a limo, or carriage, or even a helicopter, wearing the most expensive pieces of jewelry you owned, flaunting your wealth and making even some of the richest kids at this school feel like disgusting and worthless street rats, but you didn’t. You didn’t care for all that stuff, you just wanted to attend the school like a normal kid, make friends like a normal kid, and have fun like a normal kid.

You finally reached the door to Class 1-A. You had worn the girls school uniform today with a side bag for your books. So, with two strands of your Y/H/C hair tied back with a simple white ribbon, you opened the door and stepped inside.

As soon as you stepped inside, all eyes were immediately on you. No, it wasn’t because you were late. And no, it wasn’t because you were hideous, in fact, you were very beautiful, having a pure beauty to yourself that you knew others envied, but even then that’s not why people stared at you. It was because you were new. To them, you were a mysterious piece of fresh meat, but I suppose, fresh meat is better than being seen as a spoiled brat.

You quickly scanned the room in search of where to sit. Most of the seats were taken except two, one next to a pair of wildly identical twins, or next to a scary-looking girl that looked like she would break every single bone in your royal body... you quickly made your way over to the twins. You placed your bag on your chair, making sure to take out the books you needed to start the lesson.

You turn and smile to the twins before speaking, “Hello, my name is Y/N! I just transferred here. What are your guys’ names?”

They looked at each other, seeming to give one another a silent approval to answer the question, they both turned towards you, “I’m Kaoru,” the one closet one to you says.

“And I’m Hikaru,” the one to his right says.

They both begin speaking simultaneously, “We’re the Hitachiin twins! It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N!”

You smiled kindly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both as well.”

You realized quickly that your conversation had ended at you turned back to the board. Hitachiin, you recognized the last name. Their mother, Yuzuha Hitachiin, was a well-known fashion designer. Although you had never worn one of her pieces, you admired her work. The teacher walked into the class, your attention snapping to him as he began class.

The school day finished quicker than you anticipated and you realized that you have yet to make any real friends, besides the Hitachiin twins, but they don’t count since you’re barely their acquaintance. You walk around the school in an attempt to find a quiet place to read. Reading has always been something you loved, ever since you were a child, of course back then your mother would have to read to you, but you still enjoyed every second of it.

After walking for what felt like days, you reached a quiet hallway, spotting a room labeled Music Room 3. You pressed your ear against the door, checking for any practicing musicians. You didn’t hear any instruments so after taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

The aroma of rose petals filled your senses as you let your Y/E/C eyes get accustomed to the bright light. You blinked a few times before looking back up, shocked to spot six boys staring at you. You were even more shocked to spot Kaoru and Hikaru among them, they even appeared to be a little surprised themselves at seeing you there.

Before you were able to greet them, an attractive blonde boy with deep violet eyes spoke up with a velvety voice, “Ah, a new guest! Welcome, Princess, my name is Tamaki, the King around here. The Ouran Host Club welcomes you!”

He had moved forward while talking so he now stood right in front of you, he grabbed your hand and before you had time to question his forwardness (and gross use of the pet name ‘Princess’), he pulled you into his chest, “Now tell me, which one of us do you find the most attractive?”

He stared into your eyes before twirling you around so your back was now pressing into his chest, giving you a view of the others. At first, you spotted the twins, they seemed to be avoiding your gaze and you being too embarrassed to smile, you looked at the rest of the boys. It immediately caught onto you that each of them seemed to have a sort of stereotypical character trait that made them stand out. You assumed Kaoru and Hikaru were known for being identical twins (obviously). You looked at the boy standing next to them, he was big and scary looking, but on his shoulders sat a smaller boy holding a stuffed pink bunny rabbit who looked like a harmless little kid. Aha! The opposite duo, the innocent child, and the intimidating yet gentle beast. You then brought your gaze to the boy on their left. He had gentle yet firm eyes and on his face he was sporting a pair of glasses, so he was probably the brainiac. And the jackass blonde behind you who manhandled you is the obviously the leader of the group, or in another term, the king. But why have a bunch of different attractive characters? Then it clicked, Ouran Host Club!

Time to have a little fun with these boys. You turned around, placing your hands on Tamaki’s chest and making sure to appear as though you were blushing and shy, keeping your voice high pitched you said, “Well gosh! I’m not sure! It’s so hard to decide... C-can I be honest?”

He leaned in, resting his hands around your waist and lower back. Even though you knew he was just trying to seduce you, you couldn’t help the chills that rand down your spine and the butterflies you felt in your stomach.

You quickly recovered, looking into his eyes through your long and delicate eyelashes, “None of you.”

You aggressively pushed him off you, making him stumble a little.

You faced all the boys and smirked, “I know what operation you’re running here, and let me tell you, your little tactics aren’t going to work on me.”

Tamaki brushed off his uniform jacket before looking at you and calmly asking, “Tell us then, what operation are we running here?”

“You’re a host club, entertainers, a brothel of sorts.”

All the boys gasped, Tamaki seeming to look the most hurt, “Brothel?! We’re not a brothel! We’re hosts, are job is to make women happy!”

I rolled my eyes, “Right, anyway, I’m assuming you’re somehow profiting off this service of yours, so that’s even more shallow.”

You turn around, facing the blonde boy, “And you,” you point a finger at him with a stern look on your face, “I know the likes of you. All charm yet they’re all full of lies. Boys like you, ones that are narcissistic and egocentric, are more hideous than any beast.”

He gasped, and you knew you got under his skin. You now stood right in front of him, feeling the eyes of the boys on you, “Because boys like you are rotting on the inside, which automatically makes you disgusting and vile looking all around, no matter how,” you look him up and down, clearly checking him out, “appealing you are to the eyes.”

As you stepped back, you saw that Tamaki was blushing and you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or from you checking him out.

He began to stutter but you turned back towards the boys, “I hope you all know that there’s more to life than just being a stereotype.”

You turn towards the door, ready to leave when you hear one of the boys call out, “Wait!”

With an eye roll, you stop and spin on your heels, raising a questioning eyebrow.

The one with the glasses spoke up, “What do you mean by, ‘stereotype’?”

“I mean, every boy in this room is a different stereotype, a different character if you will. Hikaru and Kaoru are the wildly identical twins, these two are the gentle giant and childish little boy duo, you are the kind brainiac, and Tamaki is the king, correct?”

The boy with glasses raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, signaling that indeed you were correct.

Tamaki spoke up, “Wait a minute! I told you my name, but I never told you Hikaru and Kaoru’s. How do you know them?”

“I wouldn’t say I really know them, we just introduced ourselves in the class we share.”

Tamaki looked to the twins for confirmation, they both nodded before speaking, “It’s true, this is Y/N, she’s a first year. We share Class 1-A.”

Tamaki pursed his lips, “Y/N, huh? That’s a lovely name. Tell me, are you the new student that just transferred here?”

You look Tamaki in the eyes before speaking, “Yes, I am.”

The childish blonde boy spoke up this time, “My name is Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but you can call me Honey Senpai! This here is Takashi Morinozuka! And you can call him Mori Senpai!”

Ahhh, the Haninozuka’s and the Morinozuka’s, amazing fighters. Their family’s had a lot of history together, and history with your own family as well. Your great grandfather and both Honey Senpai and Mori Senpai’s grandfathers were good friends, and to this day your families were still friends. Although, this was the first time you had ever seen them in person.

Honey pointed to the boy with the glasses, “This is Kyoya Ootori, also known as Kyoya Senpai! And him over there,” he pointed to Tamaki, “That’s Tamaki Suoh, Tamaki Senpai! He’s our king!”

Ootori, his father owned The Ootori Group, a large and successful medical facility. And Suoh, his father was the chairman, your father had spoken to him about you transferring here.

The twins stepped forward, “And you already know us, Y/N.”

You gave a nod and a smile, “Indeed I do.”

You heard Tamoki grumble but ignored him as Kyoya spoke up, “Say, Y/N, what’s your last name?”

Your eyes involuntarily widened. If you told them your last name, no matter how much your parents shielded you from the news and public, they’d still be able to find out who you were. Did it matter to you if they knew? I mean, the school will found out eventually, right?

You looked him in the eyes, forcing your voice to come out steady, “Y/L/N. My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

Kyoya’s eyes widened a little and you knew that he recognized you. You had to admit, he was smart.

Tamaki spoke up, “Y/L/N? Where have I heard that before?”

“Yeah,” Honey agreed, “The last name seems very familiar to me!”

Kyoya answered their questions, “Her father owns Y/L/N Jewelers, a jewelry company known worldwide for their intricate, handcrafted creations. Plus, her father is of royal blood.”

All the boys’ mouths were agape except for Mori and Kyoya.

“So, you’re like, very rich?” Tamaki asked in a weak voice.

You giggled at his drama, “Yes, I’m very rich. But you see, I don’t go around flaunting my money or power, in fact, I’d rather nobody else knew my real identity. So if you could keep that secret, that would be great.”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Hikaru spoke up, “You know that you’re the most powerful and wealthiest one at this school and your choosing not to say anything?! Do you realize how popular you could be?! Girls will envy you, boys will want to be with you! You’re just going to throw that all away?!”

You pretended to think about it for a second, “Yeah, pretty much. Anyway, I should get going, see you guys!”

“Hold it!” Tamaki shouted, “Let’s say, we don’t want to keep your secret? What if we want to tell the whole school?”

“I mean, although I’d prefer you not to, I can’t stop you. Well, technically I can, but I won’t.”

Honey spoke, “So you’re not going to tell people but you won’t stop us if we want to?”

I smiled and nodded, “Correct, Honey Senpai.”

“You’re the weirdest girl I’ve ever met,” Kaoru said.

“Y/N,” Kyoya caught your attention, “How would you feel about being our first female host?”

Tamaki’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor and your eyes widened in surprise at his offer, “Oh, well, I’m not sure, you guys seem to have your own little thing going on and I don’t want to intrude and-“

“Please, you wouldn’t be intruding. I can see you have lots of potential, You’re pretty, I can see you have fire in you, and you figured out our character’s quicker than anyone we’ve ever seen.”

You brushed off his compliment and thought about his offer. Be a host? But don’t they entertain girls? Although you don’t really care, don’t they already do that on their own?

“I wouldn’t be bringing you any business, I’m sure there aren’t many girls who would be interested.”

Kyoya shook his head, “You wouldn’t host to girls, Y/N, you’d host to boys.”

“Oh.”

Hosting to boys? That could be interesting.

“So what do you say?”

“Um, sure, I guess. It could actually be pretty fu-“

“Hold it right there!” Tamaki cried, “She can’t just join our club! Not without getting the approval of daddy!”

The other boys looked at Tamaki with an irritated glare. You tried not to laugh at the fact that he just referred to himself as ‘daddy’.

He laughed nervously, “And without the approval of the other hosts too.”

You turned to him with a bored expression, “Okay. How do I get your ‘approval’, oh wise king!”

His face lit up at my use of his title but quickly fell when he realized I was being sarcastic, “You’ll have to show us that you can actually host, you’ll have to woo one of us. And then we’ll vote if you can join, majority rules. Deal?”

He stuck out his hand for me to shake. I couldn’t help but feel as though I was making a deal with the devil. Wasn’t Lucifer said to be devilishly handsome as well?

I shook his hand, smirking, “Deal.”

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escapingreality1992 · 5 years ago

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The Guardian Angel Program

What happened between Civil War and Infinity War with Team Captain America and Natasha Romanoff? This is my take on it. A program was created to shelter superheroes. Angel Welsh is one of the many who have a safe house to do so. She’s what the program calls a Guardian Angel, though she’s not a traditional angel. She comes from a legacy of angels and agrees to house a few members of team Captain America. She’s taken care of Natasha before, so she has no problem. As time goes on, Steve and Angel grow closer and fall in love.

A/N: For the purpose of this story, I’ve gone a little off canon and have Steve Rogers returning as his younger self rather than the old man Steve we see in Endgame. I wanted them to continue to go on living with each other. I still kept both Natasha and Tony’s deaths in this, though.

An angel’s job is to protect people from dangers they may face. Sometimes it’s their duty to hide them from their foes. When someone needs to lay low, they can provide shelter from those looking for them. In ancient times, they weren’t made for love. They were made to fight to provide assistance when needed. To strike down enemies bent on causing corruption in the world. Sometimes to deliver important messages from up above. No feelings involved.

Modern times were different nowadays. A program was created to provide protection for innocents and superheroes. Though, not all of the agents in the program were actual angels. Some of the were, warriors created from legend. Being an angel meant something else entirely. To protect, of course. To hide people, sure; now you could fall in love with your soulmate, legendary warriors included in the mix.

When superheroes needed to lay low for a while, we were there to provide a kind of safe house – or houses – to shelter them from whoever they were hiding from. The government, enemies, old lovers, etc. To become an angel – warrior or guardian – there were particular skills you needed to possess or have done to qualify for the job. Skills like weapon use, training in hand-to-hand combat, powers that could be useful to protect. Some had to have protected innocents in the past. Others having healing powers to heal enhanced superheroes or beings.

Another option could be you were born into a line of angels. Trained to become one yourself. The leaders were harsher on the legacies. They treated them much like the warriors from above. Some failed, some passed. That’s how it was. I had been lucky enough to be born into one such family, lucky enough to pass their tests. I’d had my fair share of heroes to look after, both during my childhood and the beginning of my adult life. I came equipped with all knowledge of weapon use, including swords, – both long and short, two handed and one handed – daggers, as well as some modern weapons; for instance, guns and tech similar to Tony Stark’s creations or alien tech in case there came a time they needed to be used.

I also possessed minor healing abilities, limited to deeper wounds rather than shallow cuts, bruises and broken bones. Additionally, I wasn’t what you called a traditional angel. The irony behind this is my family had the good sense to name me Angel. I know, I know. A guardian angel named Angel, who was not in fact a halo-wearing, white robe, right hand of God angel. I am, in fact a good, old-fashioned, young mortal; one of the chosen to look after those with super abilities.

We’re told from the beginning not to pick favorites. You know, in case they die – under your watch or not. Yes, it can happen, nothing you can do about it if it does. They don’t punish you if it does, especially if the hero in question has a hand in a necessary battle. Too bad, I already had one favorite. No one needed to know, a secret I kept to myself. Natasha Romanoff, a.k.a. Black Widow happened to be the one favorite I kept in my records. She had stayed multiple times, most being just to visit instead of hiding. It also didn’t help matters that we had become good friends; best friends in fact. Like Clint, who she would sometimes bring along.

Though, he only came a few times before he started a family of his own. Nat still came of her own accord when she needed it or if she wanted a long-time vacation. Who could blame her? I did have the safe house located at the beach in Oak Island, North Carolina. Speaking of the safe house, I should tell you each house comes warded and shielded against those who don’t require it or hosted it. My particular one had plenty of rooms; ten for bigger parties.

Business had been quiet for a while, no one needing a hideout. Nat didn’t visit for fun, her schedule a bit busy for one at the moment. Until I got a call from a friend of hers. The same call which would bring me face to face with the love of my life.

One Month after the Events of Civil War

Steve’s POV “Here. Give this number a call,” Natasha said. She tossed me a business card, which hit me square in the chest, falling to the floor. I bent to pick it up and inspected it.

“Angel Welsh. Guardian Angel, Protector of Heroes. Nat, what the hell is this? A new recruit. How does it help with my problem?” I asked. She rolled her eyes in answer.

“I know you’re worried about hiding away from Ross. You need a place to lay low for a while. So, do I, though it might only be a few weeks before I want to return to Russia. She runs a safe house in Oak Island. I’ve used it several times. There’s no one like her. She’s one of the best I’ve encountered when it comes to hideouts,”

“I don’t know. Is she an actual angel? What if she plans on striking us down?” I asked.

“She’s human. She’s not going to hurt us. Look, the house is warded and shielded from people who are trying to find heroes. We can stay for as long as we want. There’s plenty of room,” She continued. I glanced down at the card, trying to come to a decision.

“Steve. Angel can help us. Besides, when do we ever get to go on vacation. It’s at the beach of all places. We go south, breathe in the salt air. Try to relax. Until we can come out of hiding or if we need to,” Nat said. I took a deep breath. She managed to persuade me in making my choice. I knew she was right and pulled out my phone to dial.

Angel’s POV

My phone rand and I answered it, expecting another boring assignment.

“Guardian Angel Welsh speaking. How can I help you?”

“Hello,” a male voice spoke. He went silent for a while, I wondered if he hung up. Then his voice came back over the speaker. “My name is Steve Rogers. A few others and I need a place to lay low for a while,” he continued. Contain your excitement. Be professional, I thought. This was Captain America and he was planning on staying with me. A legend with a legacy.

“How many others? When you be arriving?” I asked.

“Uh, five. That’s including me. I’m not sure. Give us three days,” Steve said.

“Names. I’ve got yours, but who else is in your company?” I said. I needed to record everything and prepare for the others he was bringing along.

“Wanda Maximoff,” Ah, the woman who accidentally caused casualties in Lagos. “Sam Wilson,” Falcon. Hmm, sounds like they’re running from the Accords. “Vision, Natasha-,” The other name I didn’t recognize but when he said Natasha, I knew my best friend would be here as well.

“Romanoff? You’re bring other heroes with you? I didn’t realize you were friends with Nat,” I interrupted. A pause. Did I scare him off? “She gave me this number. Said you were the best she’s come in contact with,”

“It must be urgent if she gave you my personal number rather than the programs. There are certain protocols you’re supposed to go through, and they assign you based on priority or urgency. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. If you can, get here earlier than you intend. Welcome to the Guardian Angel Program, Mr. Rogers,” I said. I ended the call and prepared everything needed for this assignment.

Two Days Later (They took my advice)

The buzz of the intercom echoed in the house alerting me to their arrival. At least, he had the sense to come early than he intended, I thought. I opened the door and Natasha was the first to greet me. She threw her arms around my neck, squeezing me tight. She stepped back, allowing the rest of the company to come inside, luggage carried behind them.

“Angel! Long time, no see. How have you been?”

“Bored. I’ve been less busy than usual. Everyone has. No assignments were sent out for a few weeks. Take your regular room. I’m going to give the rest the tour,” I told her. She flitted off and I turned my attention to the rest of them. Two guys, one woman, and…I cocked my head examining the other…man.

“That’s Vision. He’s…well, I guess you can say he’s a robot. A sort of artificial intelligence created by…” the blonde guy explained.

“Tony Stark. Must have been a terrible break-up,” I said.

“How-,”

“Natasha tells me everything, much like Clint tells her things. Come along. I’ll show you the house and assigned rooms. Set your things down by the couch. You can take them up later,” I cut him off once more.

“Shouldn’t we introduce ourselves?” the other guy said.

“You introduced me to Vision already. Wanda is the only other woman included on the phone, so she’s easy. You’re Sam Wilson, also known as Falcon. Which leaves you,” I gestured to the blonde man. “You must be Steve Rogers. I also do my research. I have to be able to recognize the heroes or people that come under my protection. Follow me,” I answered. They shared a look, unsure whether or not to trust me.

“I don’t bite. Not much anyway. You’re safe here. The people after you won’t find you. I promise. Try to relax,” I said. To show I meant no harm, I linked my arm through Wanda’s and walked her to the kitchen and began the tour of the house.

“Natasha has the best room in the house. Since she’s a frequent visitor, she has seniority over it when she’s here. If you want to visit on your own, it’ll go to one of you. Wanda, I’ve given you the second best, right next to hers. It has a view of the ocean and a balcony. Sam, Vision, you’re upstairs on the third floor. Though, you don’t have a view of the ocean up there. Steve, your room is across from mine,” I said. I went to the liberty of showing them their room, delight showing on their faces.

“Wait, if this is your home, why don’t you have the best room?” Sam asked me.

“Ah, because, my room gives me access to both the pool and the beach. I can open the sliding glass door next to my bed and walk out on the deck to find the stairs for both,” I explained. To prove my point, I opened the back door on the second floor and showed the exact door to my room.

“Now, on to the outside. This is the walkway to the beach and those stairs lead to the pool. Car port is next to the pool and there are two outdoor showers in case you decide you would rather clean up in the salt air. It’s quite refreshing if you ask me,”

“That’s all there is. Feel free to unpack and do what you want. Oh, one more thing. Nat and I will be going out to the store to grab supplies. If there is anything you need or would like to request, please provide us a list and leave it on the kitchen counter downstairs. Also, the rec room is on the bottom floor, down the hallway and the second door on the left. It has a movie theater and a billiards table that doubles as a card table,” I said. Everyone dispersed, except for Steve.

“Thank you for helping us. I appreciate it Miss Welsh,” he said.

“Call me Angel. It’s no problem. It is my job after all. Do me a favor and try not to get too attached. You will have to leave here at some point,” I told him.

“I can assure you I won’t, but thanks for the warning,” he said.

One Month Later

Steve’s POV

When we first arrived at Angel’s safe house, I’d been nervous to say the least. Nervous about being found here and nervous something bad would happen if we were. On the arrival, I realized I was also nervous around Angel. She was gorgeous; Long, dark brown hair with light brown ends and the prettiest gold-green eyes I had ever seen before. If the light hit them just right, they almost looked like a rainbow shining out at us. I shut out my feelings right then, focusing on trying to relax in a new place.

After two weeks, the tension eased a little. We were still hidden, and no trouble came for us. There were a couple of movie nights and card nights, which had us all becoming closer as friends. Natasha had left a week after, receiving a call about the Black Widow program rebooting and she wanted to put an end to it. She flew back to Russia and I wondered if I would be seeing her again. Wanda and Vision had also requested permission to leave, heading to Scotland to spend more time together. Alone.

Though, they thought we didn’t notice, they were finally together as a couple. They wanted to pursue it more and they felt they couldn’t do that if we were around. This left Sam and I alone with Angel. We managed to have fun between the three of us going to the beach or going out to get food.

I worried we would be recognized going out, but Angel assured us we would be fine. No one in the town knew about us. The names maybe, but I guess they didn’t pay too much attention to our appearances to put the name to the face.

There were times when Angel and I spent nights alone together. Movie nights when Sam didn’t want to join, pool days when Sam wanted to go to the beach. I had to admit, she relaxed me when I didn’t think it possible. The tension would release from my muscles when she was around, and it wasn’t because she knew how to massage us to ease that tension. It was when she started up a deep conversation between Sam and me that I started to see her more than a friend. I tried to push back my feelings, knowing the inevitable move would come and I wouldn’t be able to see her anymore. The more I pushed them back, the more they grew, and I came to the realization I was now in trouble of falling for her.

We were now a month in, and I felt more relaxed than I had in a couple years. I chose today to lounge by the pool. I made a few laps until I decided to lay out in the sun for a while. All the noise drowned out, my body going limp as I pushed away all thoughts of work, of battles; stress melted away piece by piece. I breathed deep, the salt air filling my nostrils and providing me with more calmness. So much so that I didn’t hear anyone approach me.

“Steve? Do you want some lunch?” a voice asked. Angel’s voice. She startled me and the second her hand came into contact with my shoulder, I opened my eyes and flipped her, pinning her body against my chair. In doing this, I had allowed our bodies to be pressed close, our lips a breath apart; our chests heaving as the chemistry heated up between us.

“I guess this teaches me not to sneak up on people,” she stated. Her voice rasped, sparking heat which coursed throughout my entire body.

“Sorry. I…Let me get off of you,” I told her. I was reluctant to move but did anyway allowing her to sit up. The sparkle of her gold-green eyes met mine; I fought the urge to push her back down and kiss her. Fought the same urge to remove out clothes and make love to her by the pool.

“You looked pretty relaxed. Careful, I don’t want you falling in love with me,” She said. Too late. I might be on my way there, I thought.

“Don’t worry. That won’t happen,” I lied. I’d been harboring my crush for the past two weeks. I wouldn’t reveal my feelings until the right moment.

“Oh. Good. Uh…Did you want lunch? I made sandwiches for the beach. I thought I’d come by and see if you wanted some. There’s also a few beers in the cooler if you want one,” she said. Her teasing smile had faltered making me wonder if she was secretly harboring a crush on me as well.

“Sure. Thanks, Angel,” She handed me a couple bags of turkey and cheese sandwiches and two beers before she left towards the beach. Damn it, Steve. You should have kissed her, I thought.

Four Months Later

Angel’s POV Sam was the next to leave, Steve being the only one left at the safe house. There was one week, he left to check up on his best friend; Bucky Barnes. Steve had told me all about him; how they were childhood friends and how they were there for each other. I knew the name, the assassin responsible for over a dozen deaths. I also suspected he had been brainwashed, making Bucky a victim of HYDRA’s plans to take over the country. I also knew he was being rehabilitated in order to not be triggered anymore.

This did nothing for my feelings for Steve. What’s that familiar phrase? Distance makes the heart grow fonder. I had been unusually happy when he had returned from Wakanda and cursed myself for crushing on my assignment. Sure, you couldn’t get in trouble for it, but I hadn’t wanted to mix my work life with my personal life. Friends were one thing, but a romantic relationship was another. Which only made the next time I ran into Steve a little more awkward than it should have been.

“Hey, Steve? Want to make a trip to the store? We could grab pizza…” I walked in his room to find him shirtless, the signs of a beard coming in. The sight stopped me dead in my tracks. “…on the way back,” I finished. I felt my cheeks heat up, a sign I was blushing. It was hard not to stare; harder not to blush deeper. He met my eyes, but not before they raked over my body. My throat went dry, my core pooling from the action.

“Sure. I’ll put on a shirt and we’ll go. Want to watch a movie tonight?” he answered. I’d rather take you on that bed right this instant. Ride you until dawn, I thought.

“That sounds perfect. Maybe, we can tick off one from your list,” is what came out.

“Perhaps. Let’s go,” We picked up the necessary supplies and decided to split a margherita pizza while starting a Star Wars marathon. I tried not to steal glances at him. Really tried not to. My eyes kept drifting though. Next came the scenarios and boy, were they naughty.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to have to strip you naked and play with you on this couch,” he said. Damn, he caught me.

“I can’t help it. You gave me quite a sight this afternoon,” I stated. He shut off the movie – we were on Empire Strikes Back – and turned to face me. He grabbed my hands and pulled them under his shirt to touch him.

“Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me and I’ll stop,” he said. He dragged my hands over his stomach to his chest and back down again, until they rested at the waistband of his sweats.

“I can’t tell you that. I would be lying to you. I want you. I need you so much it hurts,” I told him. The next moment his lips were on mine, his body pushing me back on the couch. We practically ripped each other’s clothes off, out movements rushed and rough. Fully naked, he trailed kisses down my body, his beard scratching me between my thighs. His tongue found my core, and I moaned, tugging his hair. He rubbed my clit before pushing them inside me, coaxing me to my first orgasm.

He wasted no time, coming back up to kiss me as he sheathed his cock inside my pussy. He thrust hard and fast, my nails digging into his skin. He came, followed by my second orgasm, then he flipped us; Steve laid on his back, allowing me to ride him. We didn’t stop until exhaustion took over and I collapsed on his chest, his cock still inside me.

“I want you to be mine, but I think we should keep this quiet. To be safe and not used to an enemy’s advantage,” he said.

“Agreed,” I told him.

2018 – The Beginning of Infinity War

Steve’s POV

We kept our relationship a secret until we couldn’t anymore. Everyone caught on to it, exposing our love life. Around that point, we didn’t want it to be quiet any longer. We were ready to show the world the love we had for each other. Things were going great. We checked in on everyone. Natasha and Sam came to visit; Wanda and Vision stayed in Scotland becoming closer. Angel came to visit Bucky with me in Wakanda.

I had made plans to propose to her. I had the ring, the plan to get her alone to do it. It would be on the beach and I had a beautiful speech worked out. It would be perfect. It was meant to be today. Until the world collapsed. There was a phone call; Wanda and Vision were in trouble and Natasha, Sam and I had to go rescue them. Another one followed. Bruce Banner; the world is in trouble. Thanos is coming. We weren’t ready. We never were. An Avenger’s job is to protect innocents. We thought we could win. How wrong we were.

Angel’s POV

Love hit Steve and me hard. We got caught up in it. It made us blind to potential dangers. We wanted to explore a future together. We thought we could. We had been wrong. Everything happened so fast. Steve had come in looking nervous about something. I had a suspicion he may have wanted to propose. In a different way altogether. Then his phone rang. His expression changed; Nervous, shock, worry. It darkened to something more serious. He hung up. It rang again. It darkened more. Danger. For the world.

“What is it? What’s happened?” I asked. I reached out, placed a hand on his shoulder.

“War. Thanos is coming. He means to wipe out half the planet…planets. Wanda and Vision are in trouble. I have to go,” A pause, a sigh. “I hate to do it this way. There was a plan, but I need to leave right away. I can’t without asking an important question,”

“Steve? I…”

“Angel, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” he proposed. Maybe it hadn’t been ideal for the both of us, how he wanted it, but we had no other option. I didn’t want to be without him.

“Yes. I will,” I accepted. He opened the box and pulled out the ring, sliding it on my finger.

“Go save your friends. Come back to me when you can. I love you,” I told him. We kissed. He left. They lost.

Everything.

The Aftermath – Five Years Later

For five years, I provided comfort to Steve and Natasha. For five years, I watched the grief consume them. We didn’t marry. Not yet. He wanted everyone to be part of the ceremony. He was hurting. He wanted Bucky there and Wanda, Vision, Sam. Too much pain. For anyone. The saving grace had been Scott Lang. A plan formed.

Time travel and again I was left alone until he came back. A sacrifice and Natasha had died. More grief, more pain. Still, they had to move on. Bring the rest of them back. This time I fought. Swords and all. This time we won. Another sacrifice had been made; Tony Stark. A greater heartbreak for them. A funeral had been held and Steve needed to return the stones. When he returned, he passed down his title to Sam. Then there was a small ceremony for us. Wanda, Sam, Bucky, and Clint had joined us. A moment of silence for Nat and Vision was given. We continued living. It was what they would have wanted.

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taeguboi · 5 years ago

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BTS as... ‘ordinary’ employees

Okay so when I say ‘ordinary’ I mean as in not famous basically. This is more what I just have personally imagined them doing and I think I’ve lost that somewhat ‘realistic’ touch I used to have a few years back when I was more of an avid writer for this blog and could have an idea of their actual personalities, current likes, etc. This is also in no way a reflection of what I think they are and aren’t capable of so please don’t scream at me if your bias has a ‘lower’ role than you might have expected.

Sorry I do like to blabber on before these things, don’t I?

I hope everybody is staying safe anyways and happy imagining!

BTS as... Masterlist here

Pawn Shop Sales Assistant

learning everything about every thing

if you have an object to sell for cash

he probably knows everything about it

or at least like a lot about it

his career is in early days right now

because it’s a family trade

but he learns from the best

but asks not to be favourited over other staff just because he’s the manager’s son

like you know he wants someone to tell him if they think he didn’t get a good deal for that ring

no special treatment please

sometimes uses a bit of the old charm to get a good deal

many girls like that

some of the guys not so much

especially the boyfriends

whoops

meets his wife there

she’s a fairly regular customer

buying good finds from charity shops

or finding stuff in the house

and taking them to the pawn shop to get by and save up a little

they really click

after like the 11th visit he finally plucks up the courage to ask her out

“so, uh... I clock off soon and I was wondering if....

uh....”

and he gets quite flustered because he really likes her

“... would you like to maybe grab a coffee with me?”

and she sort of teases him to fluster him

“I don’t like coffee”

“Oh erm....”

“Just kidding”

and inside he’s like “don’t DO that to me!”

fast forward a few years and he’s got a kid with her

but anyway back to joon as an employee

has many many friends in and around the industry

just people over the years who he’s needed to contact to double check some stuff about an item

sometimes there’s the odd nutter who comes into the shop

like any shop really let’s be honest

but oddly enough, Namjoon has a calming effect on them

maybe he’s just really patient

maybe he has great negotiating skills

but if someone kicks off at one of his colleagues

it’s resolved in under ten - fifteen minutes

he reasons with people who are shocked to find out that their gold isn’t actually real gold

or negotiates with those who thought they had something worth more

or sometimes just has to outright sass back at the aggressive ones

but most people find him to be an agreeable guy

banter with his dad / manage

rand although he gets on with everyone there

there’s that one colleague that just becomes his best mate

and this mate is also in on the banter

but again, there’s no staff feeling left out or not getting the same treatment

it’s a family business

and anyone that helps them along the way is family too

Jin

Sales Assistant

in a big supermarket

stacking shelves

helps customers that can’t reach the higher shelves

such a gentleman

lovely customer service

some wish they could give him a tip

but he wouldn’t take it most of the time even if it was allowed

he doesn’t need to be paid to show basic kindness

it’s just manners really

but he doesn’t fully realise how much he goes above and beyond

very patient at explaining stuff to people

he’ll repeat directions 10 times if he has to

and he helps the elderly make smarter shopping choices

not that his manager knows that though

because he’s supposed to focus on building up bigger transactions

but what can he say

he’s just a people person

empathy and understanding levels are like 1000/10

a good bean

wish you could be served by him all the time

people purposely queue up at his lane when he’s on tills

because he just provides a friendly smile

and pleasant conversation

“how was your day?”

and he’s not saying it because he has to

he’s genuinely interested in what everybody has to say

takes forever but becomes a supervisor

some of his workers often mistake his kindness for dumbness

is that a word, ‘dumb...ness’?

but actually he more than knows what he’s doing

cashes up faster than anyone else ever

has solid ideas to help both business and customer

and whilst it’s a bit difficult getting them out there to higher people

they go for it

from ideas about what customers have previously asked for that the store doesn’t - didn’t - have

to community projects courtesy of tokens from shoppers

even a park that gets set up nearby is named after him

he may seem like just a sales guy to an outsider

but really he’s the heart of the local community

Suga

Tech Support

the funniest you could come across

you know, if you were listening in to the way he deals with some

just pay attention and there won’t be any problems

sometimes he’ll have those days where he’s like

*sigh*

“Have you tried turning it off and on again?”

totally not an IT Crowd reference oops

but seriously that can work like half the time

used to work in some dull office

but took his work to his house

he can basically work wherever and whenever he wants now

as long as he’s got a laptop and a connection

that is the one change he made in his life that made him a lot happier

because although some might turn their noses up to a job like this

it suits him down to the bone

and he doesn’t really care to change career paths any time soon

is up to date with all the tech trends

owns one of everything

well most things

he even has like a drawer of many phones

it’s like a museum of the company he works for lmao

has this spare room that he turned into an office

which definitely could be mistaken for a man cave

the ultimate problem solver

in work and in life

like he can get a phone call about a super complex problem

and he knows what to do just like that

or a mate has a problem with some relationship

and the reply he gives them is just wow

and he’ll have just made their problem sound a lot less stressful or problematic

loves to help people in and out of work

he understands that the people he is helping might be at their worst moment in their work

or it’s an older person desperately wanting to contact family

he doesn’t just solve the technological problems

he calms you at the beginning of the call

he motivates you at the end and wishes you luck

he talks you through the technology in layman’s terms so you can understand what it is you’re doing

and that attitude continues in his social life

he’s the sober friend when you’re crying in the club toilet drunk

he’s the friend that comes knocking on your door because he hasn’t heard from you in a while and he wants to check everything is okay

he will drop you a phone call the day after to see how you’re hanging

or just because

just because he’s an absolute sweetheart

J-Hope

College Tutor

the type that is fairly laid back

but won’t take any shit

so go through your assignment at your own pace

just don’t take the mickey

like he will understand that you might have some personal shit going on

and he’ll extend a deadline under special circumstances

but don’t push your luck by lying to him

happy to have banter with the students

makes lessons fun

but also productive

actually the most productive class(es) of anyone’s day

he’s just one of those tutors you’d love

because he’s engaging

and there’s that one other tutor that no one really likes

because this other guy is boring, dull, basically almost jealous of the students and their ambitions

and although Hoseok won’t say a bad word about his colleague

he can teach you more in half an hour than the other guy does in the entire year

and when you pass the unit he won’t even take credit for the significant part he played

really fucking modest

but he really is one of those teachers that builds lives

keeps quite to himself generally though

has just a small group of friends outside of the college

it’s important to him to keep professional and personal life different

just an overall cool guy

very fair

some say a bit boring

but he’s just sensible really

no one from colleges knows he has a wife

some girls swoon over him and speculate he could be single

and usually he’s oblivious to / ignores any flirting

he’s just here to do his job

he’s here to educate

and he’s here to help you

and he’s happy to help you

Jimin

Dance Instructor

yes, it’s a bit of a typical idea, sorry

but come on

dishy dance teacher whilst you try to learn a style of dance

some students may or may not purposely so bits wrong

because they know Jimin can sometimes be quite physical in his teaching

“Okay, no worries, let’s go back to that bit... It goes like...”

and he’s just behind you to guide you

nice

has his own dance school

holds sessions in the local community centre every weekday night

Monday: contemporary

Tuesday: Street Dance

Wednesday: Musical Theatre

Thursday: Tap

Friday: Ballet

the little un’s are in from 4pm - 5pm

preteens 5pm -6pm

teens / young adults 6pm - 7pm

and finally the adults at 8pm

it sounds like hard work

but dance is all Jimin knows

he’s more than used to is

his stamina is so good

and once his business as a teacher gets up and running

he can afford to put on shows

to showcase all the hard work his students have done

every year, some time in spring

the nearest theatre in town

it’s not as successful as, say, the pantomimes at xmas

but there are plenty of family and friends of the students interested

parents come to watch their kids

adults come to watch their friends

and so on

He has so much faith in everyone

and is proud of every little achievement

at kid’s tap class he’ll be like “wow Sally! that’s amazing! you did a pick up!”

or “keep it going Amanda, you can do it!” at adult ballet

but it’s not just dance achievements he’s interested about

the things you do in your life matter too

sometimes he can be like a therapist

pulls you aside after class if he doesn’t think you were quite as on it as usual today

“are you okay today? you seemed distracted”

yes by your beautiful presence

just kidding

kinda

and you can just tell him

he’s always there to listen if you need to talk about something that you don’t want to tell friends or family

he’s there for anything really

like maybe a teen is struggling with exams

and his encouragement really contributes to them pulling through

“you passed maths! I’m so proud! I knew you could do it!”

and there’s always the big squeezy hug that follows

he loves everyone

everyone loves him

no one can say a bad word about him

like seriously, no one can

Vintage store owner

Tae always wanted to own a shop

ever since he was a kid

he didn’t quite know what it was that appealed to him

but just the idea of running a store that’s your own

that’s the dream he worked towards

ever since school

weekend jobs

errands for neighbours

he saved every penny

and invested it on the cute little building

on the block before the high street

Not like a charity shop

well some of the stock is second hand

but that’s because it’s real vintage

actually not just vintage, further back than that

like some of his stock can be referred to as ‘antique’

anything that has history

everything in his little shop has a story

the decorative chandelier that belonged to a middle class family in the early 1900′s

a vase made in Japan that someone brought back from touring the country years ago

velvet upholstery that could have been part of a noble household in Europe

glassware from the 70′s with intricate design

just cool stuff

you could spend hours in his shop

knows a lot about antiques, collectables, etc

blink and you’ll miss if you want something there

if you see it and you love it the first time you go in

you better buy it

because it’ll be gone even by this evening

his knowledge makes him a brilliant sales person

because the way he delivers the information about an object

just makes you want to buy it

so as you can imagine, sales are always good

everyone within a couple miles radius probably has something in their home bought from Tae’s store

Jungkook

Firefighter

because phwoar

lmao sorry

wait, no I’m not

can’t you just imagine it though

the uniform

the muscles

okay sorry not sorry

a true hero

like sure, all of his colleagues are too, of course

but he goes that little bit extra

takes more risks

he doesn’t let much scare him

passionate about what he does

can mean he gets a bit extra in other aspects of his life

because he knows the dangers of literally anything

like you leave the hairdryer plugged in a few minutes after using it and he’s like

“NOOO!”

*dramatically, almost full takes a leaping dive to get there, unplugs it*

adrenaline rushes

he lives for those

a very can do attitude

feels amazing after rescuing anyone from anything

it could be a cat in a tree, evacuating people in a flood, or a person from a house fire

if he has helped them, it’s all rewarding

just good at everything

the job of course prepared him for lots

but he’s just like REALLY good at everything

first aid pro

ultimate calming skills

navigation and driving - smooth

excellent judgement

even the science behind it all, he knows more than enough

all that jazz

he often gives lessons to younger people

because it’s important that incidents can be prevented

he’s very popular when he makes appearances in schools

because all the girls fancy him

obvs

some guys too hahaha

and I don’t just mean the ones that are quite sure they might be gay

anyways

pretty close to being a real life super hero

like he has to work at unsociable hours

but everyone in the area knows him

there’s hardly a street he walks down without someone saying hello

and even when they’re experiencing some of the worst possible situations

he just brings smiles to people’s faces

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billyboyblue · 6 years ago

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Perfect

For @hudsonbird who wanted Wanny! This ship has my heart forever. Thanks so much!

Danny Rand was what many people would call a goofball, Ward very much included in that pot. Danny had a smile that could light up a room and a laugh to match. Loud and wheezy, much like he was. But what escaped most people's notice were the moments when that goofiness, that carefree wild attitude fell away like a veil.

When his eyes darkened enough to send chills down Ward's back. And Danny knew his effect quite well. He knew how to wrap Ward around his finger and ask just nicely enough to make believe that Ward had any choice but to say yes.

Yes, harder. Yes, faster. Yes, deeper. Yes, to every will and whim that Danny had and wanted and more after that. Danny was insatiable on his best days. He was a walking talking ball is sexually charged energy that paid off in the most rewarding ways. In the most absurdly exhausting, toe curling, ridiculously pleasurable ways.

Danny was driving home that very point right now. By driving Ward into the mattress roughly and so sweetly that Ward was dizzy with the glowing striking raps of pleasure every thrust sent.

The filthy whispers and dark and dirty promises that Danny gasped into Ward's ear as took him apart. Spread out belly down hips pulled up by Danny's broad callused hands. Hands that bent him and touched him and soothed him before bruising him in exactly the places Ward would see later and remember. As if Ward could really forget the things that Danny did to him in the dark.

Ward had already come three times by this point and his legs burned with the strain of so many muscle spasms his orgasms wrenched from him.

"So fucking tight still Ward. Still so hot for me here." Danny slipped his burning hot hand between them and stroked Ward just this side of roughly right where he was pounding in and out of. A wicked scrape made Ward keen like an animal in both pain and sweetness. "How does my sweet slut stay so tight for me? Huh? You practice for me when I'm not here? Slip those long fingers inside yourself in the bath? Get dirty for me while you gettin' clean?"

Ward could barely hear him through the lust filled haze Danny had him in. His breathing was rough, Ward drawing in gulps of air when he could. Between thrusts and in the rare moments Danny slowed down. Drew out slow and drove back in just as smoothly, purposeful.

"Answer me slut." Danny demanded. Ward gasped as his head whipped back, fingers tangled in his hair, his toes curled with sick satisfaction.

"Yes! Yes I get ready for you. In the shower, on the bed. In the-" Danny ripped another gasp from him as he moved his hips in circles. "In the end it's never enough. It's not you Danny, it's not you."

Ward cried as his mouth was covered and Danny's tongue wrapped around his own. Swallowing up the cries Ward needed to get out. His gut was sun hot and his back slick with sweat. Hey needed to cum and he needed to cum right now.

"Danny please, Danny I need- I need to cum baby. Please!"

"You wanna cum again so soon baby? You wet for it already?" Danny asked, hips fucking in deep. "Think you deserve it, Ward?"

"Yes please, I've been good, I've been so good for you. Right Danny? I've been sweet to you? I make you feel good right Danny?"

The guttural groan Danny let loose rumbled against his back and made his spine tingle in sick want. He made Danny like this. He made the holy iron fist wild enough to rattle the house with his screams and gasps.

"You can come baby. Can you come on this cock baby? I know you can. I know you can come with just this big cock inside you. Making you shake with it right baby? Come on, fuck yourself on me. Get it baby. Go on get it."

Ward lost it then. The sweet vibrations in his ear made his hips go wild. He fucked back into that perfect stretch and pulled the best gasps and groans from Danny. Who had lost the fight and started fucking in again.

They came at the same time with twin screams and racing staccato breaths. Danny was raw and bare inside Ward and he let loose everything he had inside Ward. Slicking him up for the last few grinding trusts. Ward was shaking from the euphoria, fingers Tangled in the sheets. Pillows under him completely ruined and chest just as bad with sweat.

"You're so good for me baby. So so good." Danny whispered into his ear again. Close and burning hot but perfect anyway.

Ward fell loose and sated. Well fucked, wet and buzzing from his bones out.

"You too, Danny. I love you too."

#Ward meachum #danny rand #safedannyrand #wanny #manny!writes #prompts

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fiftytwobadstories · 6 years ago

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My Mother was very young when she gave birth to me. When I grew older, and did the math in my mind, I realized that she was almost too young. She was practically a child herself and when I was just a baby, my Grandmother had raised us both. There was never a Father in my life—only these women and their secrets. Though despite being raised by my Grandmother for the first few years of my life, I had no memories of her. I wasn’t even sure of her name. My Mother never talked about why she moved us out of the home we both grew up in, but she never looked back.

The childhood that I did remember was spent in a one bedroom apartment in a rust-coloured building. My Mother worked several jobs and the only time that I was every really able to spend time with her was when she would crawl into bed exhausted in the middle of the night. She would kiss me on the head as I pretended to be asleep and then I would listen to the sound of her breathing until it slowed. Sometimes I would cry after she fell asleep because there was so much that I wanted to talk to her about, but I was afraid that she would get mad at me if I woke her. This was my life with her until eventually I grew too big for us to share the bed comfortably anymore. Then she started sleeping on the couch.

As my friends at school became more interested in dating and parties, I found myself wanting to spend more time at home. I had no urge to be rebellious. I could have dated any boy, girl, or whoever I wanted and gotten away with it. I could have even come home stumbling drunk on a school night, and my Mother wouldn’t have known. But I craved to be with my Mother. I wanted that same relationship that everyone else had with their moms. I wanted to tell her about my crushes or cry in her arms after being bullied for my tattered clothes. I hoped that by staying home more often, I might catch a glimpse of her between shifts, but even if I did, there was never enough time to talk.

On one afternoon, I came home from school to find an envelope had been slid under our apartment door. Usually, our mail was put in the mailbox at the front door of the building, but someone must have come in to deliver it directly to our door. The envelope was almost the colour of wheat, but the colour rubbed off beneath my fingertips and I realized that it was just dirt—but there weren’t any other finger prints on it besides mine. It was addressed to my Mother in handwritten black ink. I didn’t recognize the return address, or even the name of the town. Usually, the only mail my Mother got was bills, but this one seemed special. I left it on the kitchen table for her to find when she got home.

The next morning, I woke up to find her sitting at the kitchen table holding the envelope in her hands. She was usually gone for work by the time that I woke up, but there she was. She had a distressed look on her face as she looked through the contents of the envelope. I opened my mouth to ask her what was wrong, but I realized that I didn’t even know how to talk to her. I stood there hesitating until she finally noticed me there and spoke up.

“I’m going to be leaving town for a few days,” her tone was very dry and serious.

“Oh…” I wasn’t sure what to say next and the room fell silent again until I was finally able to ask: “Why?”

“My Mother passed away and I need to help with the funeral,” she answered without meeting my eyes.

“Oh.”

She left later that day. That evening, I sat in the emptiness of the apartment and felt an odd sense of loneliness begin to sit in. I was used to being alone here, but there was always the comfort in knowing that my Mother would be coming home at night. As I laid in the bed that we used to share together, I found myself unable to sleep. I looked out at the moon in the night sky wondering why I was always so cursed with being alone. As I watched, a dark cloud passed over the moon and smothered out all of its light. Then a bolt of lighting carved itself into the black sky—it reminded me of a tree root. As the rain began to fall, I was finally able to fall asleep.

I awoke the next morning with that same empty feeling. As I paced around the apartment, it dawned on me how strange it was that my Mother didn’t offer to take me to the funeral. It was my Grandmother, after all. And this could have been a chance to really get to spend some time with my Mother. I cursed myself for just standing there when she told me the news. I could have just asked to come. Maybe she thought that I didn’t want to go. Maybe she thought that I didn’t care about her. Or maybe she didn’t care about me.

I fished the envelope out from the trash and looked up the town on the map. It was far out in the middle of nowhere, but I could at least take a train part of the way there. I wanted to go to this funeral, whether my Mother wanted me there or not. I wanted to know my family—where I came from. I dumped my books out of my backpack and packed some clothes. My Mother had left her one black dress behind, and I figured that I could take it because I didn’t own anything nice enough. Then I left the apartment, and walked to the train station.

It was already nightfall by the time I got off the train. I checked the map again, and began walking in the direction of the town. It was nothing but empty fields and the stars above between me and my destination, but I marched onward. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but my feet had grown numb as they trod through the wet mud of last night’s rain. Then, by the light of the early morning dawn, I could just make out a cluster of homes surrounding a grove of trees. I knew this place.

The closer I came, the more memories began pouring into my mind. I remembered those trees, and how my young Mother forbade me from ever playing in them. I remembered her and my Grandmother fighting a lot. I remembered once waking up in the middle of the night to find my Grandmother standing in the room with me—just watching—and then my Mother finding us. She took me out of my bed and I slept with her that night so that my Grandmother didn’t disturb us. I think that was the night before we left.

As I approached the town, I could hear voices coming from within the trees. They were all muffled, but it sounded like a bunch of people shouting. Then, I heard my Mother’s voice. She was screaming as though she were having a nightmare. I began running as fast as my numbed feet would allow towards the trees.

“Where is she?” a man’s voice demanded.

“I wont let you have her!” my Mother cried.

“We’ll all die because of your selfishness” shouted another voice. This one I could also recognize. It sounded just like my Grandmother, but she was supposed to be dead, wasn’t she?

I hesitated before entering the trees as I remembered my Mother telling me never to go in there. Oddly enough, the trees seemed more withered and grey than I remembered—as though they were dying. I could make out figures within, and heard my Mother scream once more.

“Stop!” her sharp voice gurgled

“It wouldn’t have to be like this if you did what you were told for once,” my Grandmother snapped back and I once again remembered their constant arguing when I was a child.

I couldn’t stand the pain in my Mother’s voice and broke through the forbidden barrier into the trees towards her. Then, I saw my Mother. They were pinning her up against a tree and wrapping her limbs around the branches. My Grandmother was standing before her draped in green robes. There were others as well that were on their knees with their heads bowed low. It was as though it were some kind of ritual. Fear pinned my feet to the ground, but as I heard my Mother’s bones begin to snap, I refused to be afraid anymore. I couldn’t let them take her away from me.

“Stop it!” my voice cracked with tears as I screamed.

Silence.

One by one, they turned to look at me. I saw my Grandmother’s eyes widen and my Mother let in a sharp breath. Slowly, my Grandmother began walking towards me with a smile on her face and her arms stretched wide. My Mother started struggling again and screaming with tears in her eyes. She was telling me to run away, but soon my Grandmother blocked my view of her.

“There you are, child, we were worried that you wouldn’t come,” she smiled and placed her hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t touch her!” my Mother screamed.

My Grandmother began leading me forward and I realized that all the others were smiling at me now too. The ones that were pinning my Mother released their grips and her body dropped to the ground. I rand towards her and nobody stopped me—they parted to let me through. She was trying to reach for me, and I could see the tears pouring from her eyes. I dropped to my knees and held her tight, but it was as though she were pushing me away. Then I felt a set of arms gently raising me up and away from my Mother.

I was placed up against the tree. My Mother tried to stop it from happening, but her body was too weak. Then my Grandmother approached me and drew a symbol with a stick on my chest. They grabbed my arms, and began wrapping them around the branches like vines. My Grandmother then began speaking in a language that couldn’t understand, but could recognize. Then they grabbed onto my legs. I was being bent and twisted in ways that a person wasn’t meant to and it was agony. My eyes welled with tears, but somehow the pain didn’t seem so bad knowing that it was happening to me and not my Mother.

At some point, I must have passed out, and when I came to, I found myself unable to move. I examined my body and found that I could no longer tell what were my limbs and what were branches. My body was being swallowed into the bark. As I looked around at the other trees in the grove, they seemed to have knots in them that looked like face. They were people once, and soon I was going to be like them. I tried to struggle, but the bark was closing in around me.

The grove slowly started turning green again, and life was brought back to the town. I grew tall and strong and bore fruit for everyone to eat. My Mother came to visit me every day. Even though she was sad, she would sit and talk with me until night came. I could never say anything back to her, I think she knew that I was listening and I found comfort in that. Even after what happened, I was happy. My Mother and I could finally be together.

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juniper-tree · 7 years ago

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Accidentally falling asleep together, pairing of your chois. If u wish, f course. Have fun

I did not want the year to end without filling my first ever prompt from my lovely @katnisshawke ! Legally this does fill the requirement but there’s a bit more than falling asleep.

Cullen Rutherford x Finn Lavellan - Wind and flame

“I was worried for you tonight.”

The midnight sky glittered over the hills beyond, and above them on the balcony. Finn leaned against the balustrade, happy to let the cool, white marble keep her standing. It had been a long night. Cullen, pinching at the sash of his dress uniform, turned to face her. The gold at his collar reflected the gold of his hair, set off the amber in his eyes. She smiled.

“I was worried, too” she said. "We were almost thrown out before we ever walked in.“

He quirked an eyebrow. "Why?”

Finn shrugged, and looked out toward the horizon. "Some frilly noblewoman tried to order me around like one of these poor servants. She called me ‘rabbit.’ I nearly tossed her into a fountain,“ she said with a guilty smile. It was easier to play it off as a joke, to not let even him see how much it had hurt her.

She expected him to laugh. When he didn’t, she glanced over to see him staring down at the last drunken revelers in the courtyard, his jaw set tight. "These people,” he spat, shaking his head.

A tender bloom swelled in her chest. She leaned closer to him, and brushed his gloved wrist with her fingertips. He met her eyes, and they shared a shy smile.

“I’ve been wondering, what do you think of this place?” he asked. "Just…“ He gestured to the courtyard below. "The finery. The gardens.”

Her eyes wandered over the quiet fountains and carefully arranged planters, the white stone cast blue under the night sky. "Well, it is beautiful. The plants are luscious. The scents are phenomenal.“ She sighed. "And everything is sculpted within an inch of its life,” she laughed. "Do you like it?“

He didn’t look at the gardens. He looked at her, his expression so gentle, and shook his head slowly. "I prefer something much more natural. Something wilder,” he said, smirking, and she was glad that was what he preferred. "Everything here is quite… formal and stiff.“

“Like these uniforms,” she said, trying to stretch the tight red sleeves of her jacket. "The sooner I get out of this the better.“

He cleared his throat, trying to hide a smile. "Being a gentleman,” he said, “I can’t address that statement with any propriety. But they aren’t all bad.”

“You say that because you’re the only one who looks good in it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, inching toward her.

“You like me in this?”

“Actually, I was thinking of Bull,” he said with a laugh. "He looks very smart.“

She laughed, too. "It is remarkable to see him in a shirt.”

They were quiet for a few moments, enjoying the night air, the low bubbling of the fountains below, and music from another room. Finn watched Cullen, half in her shadow with the moons behind her. After the fights, the intrigues, the deaths, it calmed her to see him stilled, breathing deeply, his hands steady and folded on the marble rail. She had worried for him, too. Those Orlesians had surrounded him like a pack of hungry wolves, and Cullen had looked all too aware of their intentions. Having lost an empress, and gained an emperor, surely they had found new preoccupations. She lightly stroked his back, and he looked up, pulled from his thoughts. He searched her face. "How much longer do you think this will go on?“ he asked.

Though she hoped the end of this night was near, she had no clue. "A few more dances, perhaps?” She leaned back against the balustrade. "It does seem odd to me the the ball goes on, after everything.“

He craned his head around the doorway to look at the dancefloor, and she did the same. Some couples were still dancing, most were huddled in hushed groups toward the edges, holding their wine glasses with stiff hands. Their masks did nothing to hide the tension, and excitement, so clear in their every move.

Cullen turned back. "But the ball does go on…” he said softly, his eyes cast down. He smiled to himself, and then held his gloved hand out to her, bowing. "May I have this dance, my lady?“

She took in the sight of him, his bright uniform and golden hair aglow in the moonlight, his smile gentle and sure. He could have been the beautiful son of some visiting lord, or a prince himself. She saw what those nobles might have been looking for. But they could not see what she did: the scars he laid bare to the world, and the scars he didn’t show; his eyes longing for something he could not speak into words; his heart.

She wanted to run to him, to run away with him. If only they could. She tilted her head to the side. "Are you serious?”

The gentle smile strained. "Don’t make me ask again.“

She reached for his hand, and folded her fingers around his palm as he pulled her close to him, wrapped his arm around her waist and gripped her side with a rigid hand. Cullen took a wooden step forward, and she tried to follow. Her own legs felt as though they were made of stone. He showed none of the grace or smoothness of motion she had seen when he sparred, when he battled. If his fighting was more like dancing, would either of them make it through a dance?

Cullen was whispering, nodding, repeating to himself something by rote. She attempted to mimic his movements, or let him carry her through, but they seemed to move at odds to each other. He held her tightly, but at a distance. "You know, you didn’t have to,” she said. "When I asked you to dance, I was only teasing—”

He shushed her, his eyes closed tight, shaking his head. "I’m losing count.“

It might have been hopeless, but his effort made her smile, so she resolved to match it. When he turned her, she moved with him, rolling forward in his arms—only to step on his foot. He grimaced, but tried to hide it. Then he stepped forward onto her foot.

“To be honest,” she said as they attempted another turn, this time with less pain, “this isn’t my kind of dancing, either.”

“You looked like an expert with the Duchess,” he said, squeezing her hand as he moved her forward.

“She did everything! I was a puppet in her arms.” Finn moved closer to him, hoping to slow down their steps. Slower might mean safer. "She even dipped herself,“ she said.

He laughed, and slowed to match her. It seemed to work, as he held her more gently, and leaned his head toward her ear. "And what is your kind of dancing, my lady?” He said her title with a sweet sarcasm.

“Ah, well, I suppose…” His breath on her neck, beneath her ear, made her shiver. "There aren’t steps, as such. You just… feel it.“ She pulled him closer to her, their bodies pressed tightly together, legs nearly entwined. They were no longer stepping, but swaying.

"Like this?” His voice was barely a whisper.

“No,” she sighed. "Nothing like this.“ She leaned her head on his shoulder, the red wool of his jacket scratching against her cheek, his body warm through the fabric. "This is entirely new to me.”

She felt a low laugh rumble through him, and he stroked the small of her back. "As it is for me,“ he said.

They stood together, swaying, holding each other, feeling each other breathe. "Everyone can see us out here, you know,” Cullen said. She remembered, suddenly, where they were, and why they were they there. And she realized it did not matter just then.

“True,” she answered. "Do you care?“

His nose was buried in her hair, and he took a deep breath. "No,” he sighed.

The music faded from the ballroom. Soft applause drifted through the open doorway. The ball was ending.

Cullen whispered in her ear, “Are we staying here tonight?”

She squeezed his shoulders and relished the pleasure of his breath, his voice, against her skin. "I believe so,“ she said. "Why do you ask?”

He pulled away from her to look into her eyes. "It’s been a trying night,“ he said softly. "I… I just want to be alone with you. Away from all this.” He reached a hand behind her to cup her neck, his fingers weaving gently into her hair.

“Hmmm. I would like that,” she said, her eyes falling shut, until he paused and straightened himself.

“We could leave,” he offered. "Get the carriage, head back tonight.“

"What about everyone else?” she asked, bringing her hands to stroke the sides of his neck.

At her touch there he reddened, and looked away. "They can ride with the soldiers, they don’t bite.“ He sighed and moved her hands from him, holding them in his own. "Or they can hire a carriage, if they insist. Besides,” he said, “taking the Inquisitor back so she can rest is a fully justifiable use.”

“Ah, and she needs an escort, of course.”

He smiled slyly. "I believe I am suited to the task.“

She considered for a moment. It sounded too good, too much like what she wanted to do to believe it could really be possible. But if Cullen said it could be done—serious, practical Cullen—then she believed it.

"All right,” she said, grinning. "Let’s get out of here before anyone notices.“ Finn looked around for an exit, and the only one available was the back into the ballroom. "Want to jump the balcony?”

He laughed, but pulled her closer, as though he were afraid she meant it. "No, I think I know a way that doesn’t risk broken bones.“

They slipped past the glittering ballroom and its last, drowsy dancers to the west stair entryway. In the dark corridors, dozing sentries slumped in doorways, clutching empty bottles of wine. Through a maze of shadowy foyers and terraces, they found their way to the stableyard. While Cullen spoke with the carriage driver—she could hear promises of time off and extra pay for a late night trip—she leaned against the stable wall and looked up at the two moons overhead, one a pale cream, the other dusky rose. Their orbits often kept them far apart. Tonight they seemed to embrace.

"Inquisitor!” Josephine’s sparkling voice rand through the quiet stable. Finn turned to see her approach with Leliana. "There you are!“

Cullen peeked around the side of the carriage, and his face fell.

"And it appears you had the same idea we had.” Josephine stood on her toes and peeked into the carriage window.

“Not staying in Halamshiral,” Leliana finished.

Josephine surveyed the interior. "Yes,“ she said, dropping back to her feet, "I believe we will all fit.”

“Who is all?” Cullen asked, folding his arms tightly across his chest.

“We four,” she began, counting on her fingers, “Cassandra, Varric, the Iron Bull and Marquis Etienne, who wants to see Skyhold.”

“Maker, we cannot all fit.” He gestured to the carriage, which did not look capable of containing such a crowd. "Bull will take up half the carriage on his own. Hire another,“ he said firmly.

Finn watched this exchange with a smile. She knew what they wanted was not quite possible. This time, anyway. She would gladly exchange a small desire for a large one in the future, if the world worked that way. "Cullen,” she said, “we all want to go.”

He sighed, his lips pursed, but she could see him softening. "Whoever doesn’t fit,“ he said, "takes another carriage.”

“Of course,” Josephine replied, patting his arm.

***

They all fit. Barely. Cullen was squeezed into a much smaller space than he would normally ever consider, but Finn nestled tightly beside him made him loath to complain. Bull made himself smaller, too, and offered his lap to any takers, of which there were none.

After some tired but pleasant chatter, the yawning began. The hoofbeats and the bouncing of the carriage lulled everyone into a quiet, dreamy state. Finn’s head began to nod first. She leaned against Cullen’s shoulder, her arm drifted over him, her hand on his stomach, and she hugged him close. She was asleep.

Everyone looked at Cullen, and he felt himself redden. They were not usually… public with their affection, but these were certainly constrained circumstances. He thought about what she had asked him earlier, on the balcony. Did he care that everyone could see them? His answer had not changed.

He put his arm around her and pulled her even closer. Her head shifted onto his chest, onto the blue sash of his uniform. He held back a smile. It felt good, actually, to hold her here, in full view of everyone. Proud to be the one she wanted, that he could make her feel happy, and safe. He stroked her arm and leaned his head against hers, his cheek in the soft waves of her hair.

Soon he, too, was asleep.

Cassandra sighed, and rested her chin against her hand. Josephine and Leliana exchanged a smile. Varric looked at them with an approving nod. Marquis Etienne paid 50 gold pieces to a smug Iron Bull. He had stupidly bet Bull that the Inquisitor was Gaspard’s lover. This was proof enough, for him, that it was not so.

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pyropsychiccollector · 8 years ago

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Navia Week, Day 2: Rain

Juvia frowned as she looked out the window into the “drowning” city of Magnolia. All things considered, today was actually a very good day. She’d finally come to accept that her former “Gray-sama” was never going to return her feelings, and he’d even agreed to remain a good friend despite her past obsession with him. But that didn’t mean Juvia remained single this day; the reason things ended amicably at all had been due to the “interference” from Gray’s rival, who pointed out the Ice Make Wizard hadn’t exactly been any less rude to her, even if he wasn’t obligated to return her feelings.

And the whole reason Natsu-san intervened was because he… cared about Juvia. Not “just” as a friend – the Dragon Slayer claimed she was precious to him, and hated seeing her miserable. As she reflected on it, this didn’t come as a huge surprise. In the past several months, he’d been hanging out with her more, doing his best to learn about her and her feelings about everyone in Fairy Tail, her feelings about the jobs and the clients. Natsu-san was… highly curious about her, for reasons that eluded Juvia for a long time. Before long, he’d wormed his way into her heart, and she was touched at his support when she settled things with Gray.

Which is why Juvia wanted to give a relationship with him a chance. It’s not like Natsu-san was a secret romantic… rather, he was the opposite of that. Juvia had to break the concept of dating down for him, though the firebreather seemed to have a rough grasp of it, hesitantly pointing out some of his own actions that he’d done with her, like supporting her. She suspected Natsu-san would be the type to learn by doing, so they’d be trying out a date that evening…

… That is, if the rain ever cleared up.

“Man, it’s still raining cats and dogs out there?” Cana obstreperously marveled. She lazily waved about a bottle of booze in the air. “Oi, Juvia! You sure you’re not depressed about Gray?!”

Juvia huffed at the drunk’s blunt question. Like she hadn’t heard that all day. “Juvia, are you alright?” “Juvia, do you need someone to lend you an ear?” No, Juvia was not wallowing in sadness, thank you very much. Sometimes, it is not her fault that the outside is unbearable! Sometimes, the rain just happens. It’s something called weather.

The Water mage blinked owlishly as those grumpy thoughts flitted through her head. Huh. She was usually the calm one that didn’t get annoyed easily (at least in most things that didn’t involve Gray, in the past). Natsu-san must have been affecting her more than she had thought in the time their friendship had been blossoming…

And so, the Water mage ignored the drunk, who apparently had downed enough alcohol throughout the day to make even her tipsy. And easily distracted by the likes of Max and Warren. Returning her gaze out the window, Juvia resumed watching the torrential downpour. The water trickling down the window, massive puddles accumulating in the streets, the buildings and street fixtures standing firm despite the amount of water coming down. It might not have been her fault, but she did feel bad about anyone who had plans to go outside today. Water might’ve been her element, but that didn’t mean she was naïve to the negative effects it could have on people, often killing the mood, in her experience.

All those thoughts were put on hold as the Guildhall doors burst open and Natsu entered with greater enthusiasm than usual. He looked soaked to the bone, and his clothes were sticking to his skin, yet the Dragon Slayer had this massive toothy grin on his face.

“What are y’all lazing around in here for?! Haven’t ya seen what’s going on outside!”

Predictably, it was Gray who put a damper on the Pyro’s energy. … Or tried to, at any rate.

“Uh… yeah. ‘Course we noticed the watery hell that is outside, flames-for-brains. It’s why we’re all inside today. Only a crazy person like you would get excited over this freaky weather.” The Ice mage deadpanned. As he stated this, Juvia deflated in her seat over by the window, even as Erza smacked Gray upside the head.

“Gray, be nice. Not everyone gets depressed by this kind of weather.” The redhead berated him. She gave a small smile as she brought a forkful of cake up to her mouth. “I happen to think the pitter-patter of rain is soothing~. The best kind of weather to enjoy my cheesecake.”

Gray rolled his eyes as a loud thunderclap went off overhead.

“Soothing… yeah, right... A light rain is okay, but this stuff is just nuts.”

Erza shrugged her shoulders calmly and chewed her cake happily. Natsu had been on the verge of walking over and slugging the Ice mage for making Juvia look sad, when he thought better of it and simply made his way over to her.

“Whatcha doin’ in here, Juvia? There’s so much water out there, you could have so much fun! I know I would go nuts if it were rainin’ fire~.” The Dragon Slayer gleefully remarked, unknowing or uncaring that if it ever rained fire, people would be much more worked up about it.

Still, Juvia wearily smiled at what she perceived to be an attempt to cheer her up.

“Thank you for the offer, Natsu-san, but Juvia would rather stay in here for now…” Juvia mumbled as she rested her chin on the table and sighed.

“But what about our date?” Natsu cocked his head at the bluenette. The Water mage sweatdropped at the innocent question.

“Of course Juvia still plans to go out with Natsu-san regardless of weather, but it’s still a bit early from when we planned to go out…” Juvia mused. “If it doesn’t clear up in a couple hours, we can have our date here.”

Natsu frowned at the resignation in the Rain Woman’s voice, and slowly took ahold of her wrist. Juvia’s eyes widened briefly, suspecting she knew what was coming, and wasn’t disappointed when Natsu ran out of the Guild, full tilt.

“Seeyaguyslater!” Natsu bade his Guildmates farewell, while his new girlfriend protested quite loudly.

“W-WAAAIIITTT! NATSU-SAAAN!”

… Too little, too late. They were out the doors before she could finish that protest, and only came to a stop a few blocks away from the Guild, when Juvia had had enough and extricated herself from the Pyro’s grip, thanks to the downpour loosening his grip on her. Despite the waspish glare Juvia was giving him, Natsu turned to face her with a gigantic grin plastered on his face. The Rain Woman huffed at his seeming disrespect for her wishes.

“Natsu-saaan! Juvia said she didn’t want to come outside!” Juvia sobbed and tugged both sides of her drenched hair in frustration. “It’s going to take Juvia hours to prepare for the date again… Juvia needs to dry off.”

To her annoyance, Natsu placed hands on his hips and waved off her concerns dismissively.

“Drying off never takes long!”

“That may be the case for you, Natsu-san, but Juvia is not a Fire Wizard!” Juvia growled as a tick mark pulsated on her forehead. Natsu just gave a carefree laugh.

“Erza has me dry her off whenever we take baths together~! She says it even makes her skin look a million times better!” Natsu admitted without a hint of shame. Juvia stared blankly at him in disbelief. She honestly thought that was just something the Pyro did with Erza and Gray when they were kids…

Shaking her head with a furious blush and steam coming out of her ears, Juvia sharply turned away with a haughty sniff.

“W-Well… even so! Juvia still needs time to make herself look beautiful for Natsu-san!” She truly cared about his opinion of her.

“Honestly? I think you look great any day, Ju-chan~.” Natsu beamed while she had her back to him; he was apparently oblivious to the effect his words were having on her. “You can wear all the nice clothes and perfumes you want, but I think if you’re too busy puttin’ that stuff on, ya lose time havin’ fun~. You don’t need to worry about keeping me interested or anything. I wanna spend more time with you than just ‘waiting for you to get ready’~.”

Juvia shivered in pleasure as waves of happiness washed over her. Unless you intimidated or scared him, Natsu-san very rarely lied to your face. When he spoke, it was from the heart, and she felt warm and gooey all over from his words alone! She shakily turned back around to face the Dragon Slayer, and then lunged straight at him with the biggest smile on her face.

“Natsu-san…!” Juvia gushed as she looped her arms around Natsu’s neck and nuzzled their faces together. Both of them were numb to their drenched state at this point, and Juvia wanted nothing more than to just cuddle with the pink-head, regardless of setting. The hug felt a million times better, as Natsu wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight. He pressed their foreheads together rand gave a smile that melted Juvia’s heart even more.

Ironically, not long after that, the rain began to taper off, and the clouds parted overhead. Juvia was a little too mesmerized by the Dragon Slayer’s touch and body heat to notice, but a nudge from Natsu did get her to look up, and she gasped in amazement at the sight of a massive rainbow over Magnolia.

“Natsu-san! It’s beautiful…!” Juvia murmured without thinking twice about it. Natsu chuckled even as they stayed in their embrace.

“See? Rain ain’t so bad~.” The Dragon Slayer then rested his head on her shoulder, smiling that infectious smile that Juvia was really growing to love with all her heart. “Feelin’ better now?”

As Juvia’s gaze was still fixed on the multi-colored spectacle, she could only nod and smile widely.

“Yes… Yes, Juvia is very happy, Natsu-san~.” Juvia squeezed Natsu with all her strength, garnering a slight wheeze from her new boyfriend.

“Juvia…! Can’t breathe…!”

Yet Juvia could only giggle at his discomfort.

“Oh, Natsu-san~. Juvia is never letting go~.”

Well, it wasn’t quite meant in a literal sense, but if the paling of Natsu’s skin was any indication, or his face slowly going purple from lack of oxygen, he seemed to think it was…

#Fairy Tail #Natsu Dragneel #Juvia Lockser #Natsu x Juvia #Navia #Navia Week

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ALL THE ASKS

Ok sure but this’ll be long so a readmore it is:-

Kirk: Tell me about a time you had to take a leadership role.

A few times. I ended up organising quite a lot of stuff with the costume team with my last couple of shows. I quite often end up taking on leadership roles at events and things because nobody... seems... to want to? And so stuff doesnt get done and we talk around things until I or someone else goes “Ok here is what we are doing.”

I think I did it most on the first show I worked on, and I hated it. I basically kept chasing people up on what they were doing and what they should be doing and kept snapping at one girl to leave jobs that werent hers well enough alone. (She kept fucking up the organisation of the costume rail).

Spock: What kind of sacrifices have you made for others?

I left university for a year to look after my mother... despite the fact she would do a lot of shitty things. I’ve... sacrificed a lot for other people really but I dont know...

I’ve lived to regret a lot of them.

Uhura: Talk about the moment you were the most proud of yourself.

Honestly getting my 98% on my graded unit final this year.

This represents so much. 3 years ago I was depressed, directionless, I’d been unable to work because I was so emotionally low and trying to deal with my alcoholic mother. And then 2 years ago people told me to get out. People told me to study to do something, to escape.And... I did?

I haven’t done well in exams since high school when my cousin died and everything went to shit. But this year I got 98% on a unit in the highest level qualification I’ve done to date. I’m still depressed, I still struggle but my god look at me now. Im taking care of me.

Bones: Describe your closest relationships.

Complicated haha.

Jem - my partner is great. They understand me perfectly, excellent dinosaur nerd. We might not always agree, but we also agree that might be a good thing. We can talk about our problems and thats more than I could ask for.My family - do not get on with me a lot. Its still a relationship and an important one even if its not a good one. They shaped who I am and I just hope im not too much like their negatives. If anything I want to take my mothers (occasional) open-mindedness, My fathers self reflection and my brothers desire to learn and understand all people and things.

My friends - I have a few, and the ones Im closest to should know who they are. Im very grateful to them for being there. For understanding. I don’t know where I’d be without friends like that, old and new.

Sulu: What is your relationship like to the world around you?

The world is a struggle but I’ll get there.

Chekov: How do you support your friends?

I try to be there, ask what they need and give it to them if I can. Im not always good at that. I like to find solutions and a lot of people dont want them... I’m working on that.

Scotty: Talk about a time you succeeded (or failed) in fixing a major problem.

I’m really not sure. On the last show run I did for class the dryer wouldn’t dry the clothes in time for the next show. But we uh... didnt fix that problem. We tried, I got us a bunch of hairdryers and we had a go at doing them that way. Tried pressing them dry and all sorts but uh... nope, actors went on stage damp. They were nice enough about it but I still felt bad ^^

Chapel: What have you gained, or what consequences have you faced, from pursuing your passions?

My passions so far have been “Get out of that house your parents live in” and so far I’ve succeeded. The cost? Im constantly looking for places to spend the holidays - friends who might be willing to take me because Im terrified of spending stuff like christmas alone...

Rand: How do you stay positive in bad situations?

Hahahahahahahahaah I dont.

seriously tho the worse the situation the better I am at dealing with it. I sorta... shut off emotionally and get through whatever needs getting through. I got hit by a car and I handled that. I lived in an abusive household and just emotionally switched off. Its immediately after the bad situation that I struggle.

Enterprise: Tell me when/where you felt most at-home, like you belonged.

When I get there I’ll tell you. I cried last christmas because my friends made me feel so welcome... they just accepted me into their home, let me sit with them while the kids unwrapped presents. It... was so nice...

Khan: Tell me about a person you would do anything to protect.

I’m glad to say I’ve not been in a situation where I’d need to. I trust the people I care about, I’ve seen them protect themselves. I dont want to imagine a situation where the cant and I somehow can. The people i love are far stronger than I could ever hope to be.

Corbomite: What's the worst lie you've ever told?

“Seriously it doesnt hurt too bad I just tripped down some stairs.” ugh gives me shivers.

Deneva: Have you ever lost a loved one? How did you grieve?

My cousin died when I was 14. He was more like a brother to me really. I remember when I was told that he was dying and I literally couldn’t breathe. I vaguely remember someone holding onto my shoulders while I gasped in air. I then didnt cry until his funeral where I sobbed like a baby.Everything is a blur after that. Time got muddled in my head. I dunno if I ever stopped grieving completely. Still hurts like hell.

Empath: Talk about the time you needed someone the most. Did they come through for you?

Honestly people are there for me a lot, and they always try even if they dont succeed. But I needed someone through my transition and it just... didnt happen. I didnt need anyone specific but I needed or wanted SOMEONE.

I’ve done this alone, I’ll continue doing it alone and that hurts. But I know it hurts people like Jem too. I know they want to be there almost as much as I want them to be. Sometimes its not a matter of how much we want things though.

Psi 2000: What are you really like, under everything?

Insecure, self reflective though not really sure if my analysis is correct. I think a lot of what you see is what you get tbh?

Horta: What do you do when you feel lonely and isolated?

I message everyone I know on facebook, skype and tumblr then hope someone will answer. Theres about 3 people maybe 4 who I know I can be blunt with. who I can just say “Im lonely please pay attention to me” It helps a lot. When that fails though I just try to sleep.

Talos IV: What would you do if someone you loved betrayed you?

Been there done that, numb to it now. It hurts but I’ve learned you can move on, learned you can meet someone knew who you can love and be loved by for a while (not saying romantically here). Losing people is a lot less frightening.

Organia: How do you react when you're proven wrong?

Depends on how? Attitude says a lot. If I’m politely corrected I might be interested and want to know more. If its super critical and about why Im a failure in every capacity I’ll be equally antagonistic.

Farragut: Has something ever happened to you that you just can't let go?

Physical abuse, my cousin dying. Im not good at letting go of trauma. I wont ever forget that my little cousin harry looks up to me the same way I used to look up to David though. I strive to be what David was to me, for Harry, as much as I can.

Shore Leave: Describe your ideal life.

Somewhere to live, financial stability - moderate happiness and peace.

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Kastle incomplete Drabble (SMUT!!)

For once, Ellison didn't spend half the day leaning against her doorframe or pacing back and forth in front of her. Mitchell had gone easy on her since she caught the Rand. Co story. Karen did a Google search on the week's trending argument and wrote a quick column of her take on the discussion. Then Marci and Foggy took her in to lunch. The place was in the lobby of their building, but at least it wasn't Josie's or takeout.

The three had a light lunch with a side of drinks and laughter, followed by a really good coffee to go. The cafe was in the lobby of a law firm but shit, it was good coffee. Even more since she didn't have to pay ; Marci insisted Foggy be a gentleman and pick up the tabs to which he complied and complained.

Marci went back first, letting Karen and Foggy catch up in private. Then Foggy's pager beeped and his secretary came down and Karen knew it was time to go. She thanked him for giving her a minute just like the old days, but refused his offer to have the company car take her back to work. Instead Karen walked down the block in her black heels, reflecting on the not shitty day she was having.

Maybe the universe finally decided to give her the day off, God knows she deserved one any time now. Or maybe the universe was playing a joke on her, giving her peace and calm right before the storm broke.

"Hey lady, I'm real hungry. You got any change? Please?"

Karen stopped. Why the hell not? She'd just saved some by NOT buying herself an expensive cup of coffee. Maybe if she made some hobo's day, she could keep the good streak going. $10? $20? Have $40 buddy! It's your lucky day. Maybe some luck could rub off on her too.

"Thanks Karen."

Jinx!

This was the storm the universe was preparing for her. Her punishment came in the form of The Punisher.

Karen grabbed the strap of her purse and turned back.

"You're still all heart, huh?" He said, holding the two 20s in his hand while he held the shawl together with the other.

"Things got this bad, Frank?"

"Wanted to say hello. I thought I'd try my luck out here and not get my head blown off."

Karen threw her head aside and scoffed. Bullshit

"You still got that hand cannon?"

Karen patted her purse. "You better believe it."

"Attagirl"

A small part of her felt proud that the Punisher was proud of her, but she brushed it off.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Can we talk?"

Karen was walking shoulder to shoulder with a dead man. Regular people would have fainted or cried, but they weren't Karen Page. She was pissed! He had been alive this whole time and only now decided to show his face? Where the hell had he been? Did he know all the hell she had been through?

Screw him! fuck him!

Karen had meant these as insults, but the second she saw him standing in her apartment without the shawl, looking like that, the same curses became orders.

"Drink?" she was almost all the way inside the fridge herself trying to distract her mind.

"Sure."

"I wasn't sure if you'd still talk to me."

"I wasn't either. You look well, rockin the whole, uh hipster thing."

God, when was the last time she was fucked up good? The universe didn't count.

"Been flirting with the idea of going full man bun. You, uh, think I could pull that off?

Frank Castle was attempting to make light conversation before he jumped straight to the point. He felt he owed it to her, after letting her believe he was dead, only to show up when he needed a favor. He was doing a piss poor job.

Fuck no! She was dying to run her fingers though his buzz cut hair, like in all of her fantasies.

"Where have you been?"

Who the f was he, coming out of the the shadows just like that? Like nothing had happened; like she hadn't secretly begged the universe to send him to come save her while she thought he was dead.

"I had business, Karen. I had to finish it."

Damn it! Here we go.

"And you finished it?" Karen asked as she made her way to the couch.

"Look, Karen, there's, uh there's somebody that knows I'm still alive. I need to know if you said anything."

Asshole!

"God no! No, Frank, you should know me better than that, I would never."

"You want to say no, you say no, but I could really use your help."

"You want me to help you find them?"

Of course he needed her help. When was he actually here to spend time with her, or on her.

"I do."

Yup, he'd let her think he was dead, while he knew the shit she went through, and here he was asking her a favor. Hell, he never wanted to hurt Karen Page.

"Look, this guy calls himself Micro, right? Like that's supposed to mean something. He's been watching me. I think he's some kind of spook and he's gotta be a good one, 'cause I didn't see him coming."

"And all you got's a name?"

"He said something about us both being dead men, right? About me not being the only ghost in New York."

"How do I contact you?" Karen noticed as Castle made his way to the table, damn! That ass! and scoffed at seeing the most wanted human fugitive in Devil's Kitchen placing a pot of flowers on her kitchen table.

"You bought me flowers?"

Oh he wasn't leaving tonight without Karen jumping his bones. He OWED her. And she was pretty sure his thoughts weren't so different either.

"Yeah. I'm an old fashioned kinda guy. I was thinking if you had something, you could put the flowers in the window. I'll call you."

Damn it! That look on her face, and he knew he wasn't gonna be leaving anytime soon. She looked so damn sad, and it was because of him. He owed it to her to make her happy.

Karen nonchalantly nodded her head.

"Okay."

Okay, let's fuck the Punisher.

"Okay."

Shit! That was one too many okay's. He was done for.

No, he was the Punisher. Karen Page didn't deserve to be caught up in his life. He should go. He's going to leave. Screw this Micro guy.

"Thanks Karen, thanks for the beer." He placed the untouched beer bottle on the table next to the flowers. He'd only turned back half way and her long fingers were wrapped in his hair, pulling his face down to kiss him.

Frank's eyes closed but he was shocked, keeping his hands away as far from her as his brain would allow. But then Karen tucked her body against his as she further kissed him, and his hands flew to her back, holding her tight. He tugged her closer and she opened her mouth to gasp, giving way for Frank to slip his tongue inside. Her hands went to his bare collarbone as she walked him backwards, up against the pillar.

"It's really good to see you."

Hearing words put some sense in Frank's mind and he started to back away, but Karen didn't let. She bit his lower lip and dragged it out, resting her forehead against his.

"Karen-"

"Shut up! You don't get to come back unannounced just to ask a favor." Her breathing was rugged and she quieted to catch her breath.

"I needed you, Frank. I was in deep shit and I needed you. But you were too busy playing dead. But now?" She closed her eyes and dragged her face against his like a cat.

"Now, right now, Frank. I need you. I need you to-"

She didn't need to finish for him to know what she needed, and he didn't even let her. He grabbed her soft, creamy face in his big calloused hands and kissed her real good. Karen's hands were on his neck and back, drawing him into her further. Castle growled and pushed off the wall, spinning so that Karen was now pinned against it.

He ground up against her and she moaned his name. He loved it. Her hands went to the back of his sweat, tugging at the neck, and he dragged himself away for just a second so he could peel off the thing and throw it away.

Karen pulled away to put her hands on his chest, quickly running her long fingers over every inch, every scar on his body. Frank grabbed the top of her shirt and ripped down and went in for a kiss as she tried to shrug out the shredded cloth hanging on her arms. His mouth slipped off her lips and kissed her jaw, then down her long neck; his hands wrapped around her neck as if he might choke her.

She moaned as he kissed the top of her breast as his hands fell down her body, hooked in her skirt. Frank looked up at her as he kissed her stomach and gave her skirt the same treatment as her shirt, revealing her matching black underwear. Karen grabbed his hair as he kissed the rim of her panties, and a loud gasp escaped her as he kissed her through the cotton, his tongue pressing hard against her spot.

Frank kissed back up her body, grabbing her neck tightly in one hand as his other stayed below. As his tongue forced entrance into her wiling mouth, his hand slowly slipped under her panties. First his calloused hand cupped her heat, then his middle finger went up and Karen keened, her head banging against the wall.

With her head thrown back, Frank had to lean in further to kiss her, making his body press against her. He humped her against the wall as his finger went in and out of her, quickly adding another.

The pressure was building but she didn't want to come on his hand. She needed a good fuck.

"Frank! Bedroom!"

He pulled his hand out, cupping her ass and assisting her to jump on to him, wrapping her legs around him. She tugged at his hair to lead him to her bedroom door, which she noted to get fixed since Frank had kicked it down.

Inside, his legs hit the bed and he literally tossed her down. Karen stayed up on her arm strength Frank lowered himself to her. She tilted her back to kiss him, and his hands went around her back do undo her bra.

He flung it off her and pushed her back down to the bed, but she sat up again. Her hands went to the button on his jeans and he let her do it, but was surprised what she planned to do when he was all commando.

Imagine that, Karen Page giving the Punisher head.

He was already wet when her little mouth took him whole, spreading his spilled essence down his length. His hand dug in her hair when her lips touched the base and his head threw back.

Oh Fuck!

Karen pulled off with a pop and looked up at him slyly, and went back down on him. He could feel the hot liquid running up and he didn't want to do it in her mouth. Frank pulled her by the hair, paining her, and he finally managed to drop her to the bed. Karen's knees dragged up his this and his hand dragged down her front, pulling her underwear down her legs.

His hands went back up her legs and he pushed them apart, positioning himself between her. He was the Punisher for God's sake! He wasn't going down easy. And he didn't. He fell onto her, ramming into her already wet hole. Karen screamed and he kissed her, swallowing her wailing. Her back rose up, curling agains his body, and he pulled out, then thrust back in mercilessly.

He was a military man. He was an assassin. Karen should have known what to expect. And she didn't complain. It was just like her fantasies, but a thousand times better. He was actually here, in her, pounding into her.

TBC

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Hamsters Quotes

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• A squat cannot be performed on a Smith machine any more than it can be performed in a small closet with a hamster. – Mark Rippetoe • Adrenaline kicks you in when you’re starving. That’s what nobody understands. Except for being hungry and cold, most of the time I feel like I can do anything. It gives me superhuman powers of smell and hearing. I can see what people are thinking, stay two steps ahead of them. I do enough homework to stay off the radar. Every night I climb thousands of steps into the sky to make me so exhausted that when I fall into bed, I don’t notice Cassie. Then suddenly it’s morning and I leap on the hamster wheel and it starts all over again. – Laurie Halse Anderson • And then the turbines generate electricity that goes into the whole town.” “You mean they aren’t powered by giant hamsters on wheels? I was misinformed. – Michael Grant • At school, our classroom had a small rodent zoo consisting of two rabbits, three hamsters, a litter of baby gerbils and a guinea pig. At first, I’d thought the teacher was raising snack food, which impressed me, being the first sign of intelligence she’d shown. Soon, though, I’d figured out the animals’ true purpose and left them alone, though I would never understand the appeal of petting and coddling perfectly good food. – Kelley Armstrong

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• But I just felt at one point that I was on a hamster wheel, you know? Just doing movie after movie and thinking so much about career related things and I think missing out on hanging with my friends and family as much I needed to. – Woody Harrelson • DNS is kind of the hamster under the hood that drives the Internet. – David Ulevitch • Even as a child I was fascinated by death, not in a spiritual sense, but in an aesthetic one. A hamster or guinea pig would pass away, and, after burying the body, I’d dig it back up: over and over, until all that remained was a shoddy pelt. It earned me a certain reputation, especially when I moved on to other people’s pets. “Igor,” they called me. “Wicked, spooky.” But I think my interest was actually fairly common, at least among adolescent boys. At that age, death is something that happens only to animals and grandparents, and studying it is like a science project. – David Sedaris • Girls were nice to me in the same way that they would be nice to a hamster. I fantasized about wild encounters with females but knew they’d never happen unless my own involvement could somehow go undetected. – Joel Achenbach • Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we. – Robert Fulghum • Have you noticed how the Republicans and Democrats try to copy each other at their conventions. Like at the Democratic convention John Kerry’s daughter told a story about how he once gave CPR to her hamster. At the Republican convention the Bush girls are going to tell a story about how when their hamster was bad, their dad built them a little electric chair. – Jay Leno • Haven’t had your fill of interesting events?” “Never. They are the spice of life.” She held up her half-finished hat. “How do you like it?” “It’s nice. The blue is pretty. But what do the runes say?” “Raxacori-Oh, never mind. It wouldn’t mean a thing to you anyway. Safe travels to you and Saphira, Eragon. And remember to watch out for earwigs and wild hamsters. Ferocious things, wild hamsters.” – Christopher Paolini • He was not used to the smell of dragon breath, which is best described as a combination of the stench of burning rubber and the stink of old socks, with overtones of a hamster cage in dire need of a cleaning. – Angie Sage • I always find cardio the most monotonous. Running on a treadmill shows me why hamsters are so crazy. – Luke Evans • I always see to the dogs first and leave the cats and the occasional birds and rabbits and hamsters for later. It isn’t that I play favorites, it’s just that dogs are needier than other pets. Leave a dog alone for very long and it’ll start going a little nuts. Cats, on the other hand, try to give you the impression that they didn’t even notice you were gone. Oh, were you out? they’ll say, I didn’t notice. Then they’ll raise their tails to show you their little puckered anuses and walk away.- Blaize Clement • I can’t shut my brain off. It’s like a hamster wheel.” ~ Justin – Richelle Mead • I could keep trying to do the same kind of comedies. You know how it’s going to go, and you can get an audience with it, but then I feel like a hamster on a wheel. – Vince Vaughn • I do not mean to be the slightest bit critical of TV newspeople, who do a superb job, considering that they operate under severe time constraints and have the intellectual depth of hamsters. But TV news can only present the “bare bones” of a story; it takes a newspaper, with its capability to present vast amounts of information, to render the story truly boring. – Dave Barry • I don’t believe in happy endings. Children have got to face death sooner or later. Granny and Grandpa die, dogs die, cats die, gerbils and those frightful things – what are they called? – hamsters: all die like flies. So there’s no point avoiding it. – Raymond Briggs • I don’t believe in reincarnation, and I didn’t believe in it when I was a hamster. – Shane Richie • I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. – Graham Chapman • I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel. – Carrie Fisher • I got ham but I’m not a Hamster – Bill Bailey • I know what the intimidation level of high school is. You’re on a hamster wheel, running, running, running, trying so hard to fit in. It’s all about how you deal with what you’re given, feeling OK with being the odd man out before you’re finally successful. – Drew Barrymore • I love running cross-country…You come up a hill and see two deer going, ‘What the hell is he doing?’ On a track I feel like a hamster. – Robin Williams • I love watching him think,” Maeve told Lily. “You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel. – Jim Butcher • I voted against Gerald Nabarro in my first general election, but my defiance made no difference. If you had put a Conservative rosette on a mustachioed hamster, it would have been elected. – Jeremy Paxman • If anybody felt worse than I did, it was Amos. I had just enough magic to turn myself into a falcon and him into a hamster (hey, I was rushed!) – Rick Riordan • If the sun were made of hamsters, the earth would be incinerated. – Michael Schumacher • I’m done with men. I have a hamster. That’s all I need. – Janet Evanovich • It’s fine to be on the hamster wheel, running and running, trying to grab the brass ring or whatever you define as success, but your relationships, that’s really all that matters when it’s all said and done. – Katie Couric • It’s for the hamster that I’m gonna buy! This is so perfect! (after opening a hamster wheel at Christmas) – Gerard Way • I’ve lived here … my whole life. It’s where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons lie in rotted-out cardboard coffins beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Also where, if some future archaeologist goes digging, they’ll find the remains of a plush toy: a gray terrier named Toto I buried after the accident. – Jennifer McMahon • Lissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn’t surprised, since she’d always had a thing for animals. She’d lectured me for days after I’d instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab fight. I’d viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She’d seen it as animal cruelty. – Richelle Mead • Most of us are animal lovers. We insist that we love all animals equally – the hamster, the weasel, and the zebra – but if pressed, we will admit to being either a cat person or a dog person. – Nicole Hollander • New Rule: Gay marriage won’t lead to dog marriage. It is not a slippery slope to rampant inter-species coupling. When women got the right to vote, it didn’t lead to hamsters voting. No court has extended the equal protection clause to salmon. And for the record, all marriages are “same sex” marriages. You get married, and every night, it’s the same sex. – Bill Maher • No matter if you’re a man, woman, cat, hamster, you will get lost in Matt Bomer’s eyes. I don’t know what they are made of outside of dreams and rainbows and amazingness but it truly doesn’t matter. And when he sings. It’s like God gave with both hands and then grew a third hand and graced him with more. – Channing Tatum • One of my producers said this business is like a hamster on that little wheel thing that goes around and around. You may have a great day and get great ratings, but then you’ve got another show to do – whatever moment of success or happiness you have you’ve got to keep grinding it out for the next day. – Sean Hannity • Privately, I consider religion to be a load of bollocks, but when you have a sobbing five year old wanting to know what happened to her hamster, you develop an instant belief in anything that dissolves some of the heartbreak off her face. – Tana French • Some of my best friends are Venture Capitalists, but let’s face it, a hamster with Alzheimer’s could make those kind of numbers. It’s great work if you can get it. – Scott Adams • Some Poor grad student pressing on the flanks of a hamster and out comes a doctorate on the other side – Robert M. Sapolsky • Sung to the tune of O Christmas Tree O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree, But it was eaten by a newt, And now I have no cuddly fruit, O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree! – Clive Barker • The hamster called. He wants his home back. – James Patterson • The Hamsters really kick ass – Slim is one of your greatest guitar players – Walter Trout • The kid makes you sick. He looks the part, he walks the part, he is the part. He’s six-foot something, fit as a flea, good-looking – he’s got to have something wrong with him….Hopefully he’s hung like a hamster! That would make us all feel better! – Cristiano Ronaldo • The real slums are another matter. The bad parts of Tondo are as bad as any place I’ve seen, ancient, filthy houses swarmed with the poor and stinking of sewage and trash. But there are worse parts – squatter areas where people live under cardboard, in shipping crates, behind tacked-up newspapers. Dad would march you straight to the basement with a hairbrush in his hand if he caught you keeping your hamster cage like this. – P. J. O’Rourke • The thing is, we have to let go of all blame, all attacking, all judging, to free our inner selves to attract what we say we want. Until we do, we are hamsters in a cage chasing our own tails and wondering why we aren’t getting the results we seek. – Joe Vitale • The wheels are turning, but the hamsters are all dead. Make it idiot-proof and someone will make a better idiot. I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig, you get dirty; and besides, the pig likes it. – George Bernard Shaw • The world’s tragedy is that men love women, women love children, and children love hamsters. – Joanna Trollope • We sometimes feel like hamsters on a wheel, covering the same musical ground we did 20 or more years ago. – Bent Saether • Well, I’m an uncle now … don’t know if I’m a good one. My nephew asked me the difference between a hamster and a gerbil and I told him I thought there was more dark meat on a gerbil. – Bobcat Goldthwait • What if hamsters fought in the American Revolution? – Colin Mochrie • While I liked hamsters, too, the Habitrail cage was expensive. Even I could see that the interconnecting boxes, tubes, and spheres could easily bankrupt a family and lead to addiction later in life. Because, how would you know when to stop? How could you stop? An entire city could be built with a Habitrail. – Augusten Burroughs • Why shouldn’t it be that way for the rest of us? Why not just go with it? Just walk the dog and send the tweets and eat the scones and play with the hamsters and ride the bicycles and watch the sunsets and stream the movies and never worry about any of it? I didn’t know it could be that easy. I didn’t know that until just now. That sounds good to me. – Joshua Ferris • With boys you always know where you stand. Right in the path of a hurricane. It’s all there. The fruit flies hovering over their waste can, the hamster trying to escape to cleaner air, the bedrooms decorated in Early Bus Station Restroom. – Erma Bombeck • Wondering where Ranger was now, when I needed him. Why wasn’t he here, insisting on locking me up in a safe house? Now that my hamster’s cage was clean, I’d be happy to oblige. – Janet Evanovich • Yeah, well, don’t worry about it. I’ve never met a Daimon yet I couldn’t take. (Wulf) Guess again, little brother. You just met one, and trust me, he’s not like any you’ve ever met before. He makes Desiderius look like a pet hamster. (Acheron) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • You ignorant little slug!” the Trunchbull bellowed. “You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue! – Roald Dahl • Your Mother was A Hamster and you Father Smelled of elder berries. – John Cleese

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