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finalgilmoregirl · 4 years ago

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new years : 40s!stucky x fem!reader (all platonic) 🤍

a/n: this wasn’t requested but i’ve been thinking about this for a few days and thought i should write it! i hope you enjoy, AND HAPPY LATE NEW YEARS!!!

sorry for any typos, i’m really tired.

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“you would think since she’s the one always rushing us she’d be ready by now.” bucky grumbled, leaning on your apartments door.

new year’s eve. an exciting time that brings hope of improvement and change in the world. every year for as long as you could remember you’d spent the night with your favorite boys. being friends since childhood, you never went a day without seeing eachother. even when one of your family’s decided to hold a trip, the other two just had to tag along. and tonight was no exception.

“how much longer we got till midnight?” steve asked.

“mmmm....maybe an hour and a half. we should be able to make it.” bucky said, checking his watch.

“i don’t get why we can’t just stay inside and listen to the countdown on the radio. or even go to a bar?” steve complained.

“she said she wanted to feel the new year. which if by feel she means the cold she’s gonna have us freeze to death in? then yeah. i’m definitely feelin’ it.” the older boy shivered.

their attention was turned to the door when they heard the sound of locks being undone, both letting out a sigh of relief. you opened the door, revealing you in your favorite turtleneck and long plaid skirt. your hair and makeup all done up, the smile you had on your face looking straight out of a catalogue.

“you boys ready to go?” you asked them, happy to see them dressed in their best coats with their hair slicked back. you locked your door and adjusted the purse on your shoulder before you began to walk toward the street, until bucky stopped you.

“you forgetting something y/n/n?” he asked, holding your arm. you suddenly felt the harsh cold and realized you forgot your coat.

“oh! right. thanks buck.” you blushed, opening your door again to retrieve your forgotten winter coat.

the boys smiled at your obvious excitement and started to walk away whilst you shut your door again. you quickly caught up and intertwined your arms with theirs as the three of you made your way to the nearest park to watch the fireworks.

the three of you walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, listening to the sounds coming from different houses and restaurants. steve was the first to talk, turning his head to you and bucky.

“what do you guys want out of the new year?” he asked, curious to hear what his best friends were hoping for.

“that michelle santana lets me take her out. maybe save up to buy a telescope too.” bucky was quick to say. the ridiculous first answer making you and steve burst out laughing.

“oh please james.” you taunted. “it’s supposed to be a resolution not a miracle.” michelle was one of the most well known girls around, and while most would fall at buckys feet given the chance, she just wasn’t interested.

“oh yeah? what’s your answer then?” bucky huffed, offended by your statement.

“i’m going to get my driver’s license so i don’t have to be seen walking around with you clowns.” you sighed, earning a glare from both boys.

“the hell did i do?” steve asked, whipping his head to look straight at you.

“nothing stevie.” you reassured, patting the blonde boy’s face. “it’s this one that kills it for both of you.” you pointed your thumb at bucky.

“oh yeah? with the way you nearly crashed my pa’s old car? you might as well be asking for a miracle too.” bucky snickered, referring to your failed and only other attempt at driving.

you gasped and pushed him away, pulling steve’s arm to walk ahead of him. bucky cackled behind you two and jogged ahead, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “oh c’mon doll you know i’m just teasing.” he kissed your cheek, to which you fake gagged and wiped it away. “i believe in you. i really do.” he said, giving you a soft smile. you turned your head towards steve, who had yet to give his answer.

“what about you steve? what are you hoping for this year?” you asked. he squinted his eyes and looked ahead as he thought.

“well” he began. “as much as this sounds like wishing for a miracle too, i want to get better, maybe even stronger.”

you and bucky smiled at your friends answer. you knew that with his conditions, getting any stronger than he was now was asking for a lot, but that never stopped steve and you both doubted he would stop anytime soon.

the three of you conversed and joked about nonsense for the rest of the walk, and by the time you approached the park there was 45 minutes until 12:00. the park held the other families of the neighborhood. all drinking and dancing while the clock that stood at the church across the street shone bright. you sat down on a nearby bench, hoping to rest your feet before you inevitably had to walk back home. you hummed along to the soft love songs that echoed through the park, shoving your freezing hands in your coat pocket. meanwhile the two boys paced in circles, having their own conversation about god knows what.

a while later, bucky stood in front of you with a hand reaching out. you raised an eyebrow as your gaze flickered from his hand to his face.

“c’mon doll. dance with me.” he smirked. dream a little dream of me was playing, a song he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist, the slow song being probably your favorite in the world. you gave him a smile and took hold of his hand, him pulling you up and steve taking your place on the bench. bucky held your waist close with one hand, while his other held yours. you placed your empty arm around his neck and rested your head on his chest, swaying along to the music, letting bucky lead. you loved bucky for a lot of things, but one of your favorites was how much of a great dance partner he was, you swore he could be a professional.

the hand bucky held on your waist slowly began to creep down south, which steve was quick to catch. “hey! watch those hands big guy.” he called bucky out, causing you to slap the back of his head. bucky chuckled and retreated his hand back onto your waist, mumbling a “sorry” in between giggles. as the song came to a close and a new one began, you kissed buckys cheek and made your way over to the bench. now it was your turn to offer a hand, but this time to steve. steve simply shook your hand with his and placed it back into his pocket, ignoring your offer.

you rolled your eyes and kept your arm outstretched. “c’mon stevie one dance. please.” you pleaded. steve rarely wanted to dance, you being the only exception a number of times. he was always worried of messing up though you told him that the only way to get better is to slip up a few times and learn. but steve rogers was always known to be a stubborn boy.

he looked at your pleading eyes and knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against them. groaning, he hesitantly took your hand and bit back a smile as you gratefully squealed. steve relaxed once he took note of the slow tempo of the song, glad he wouldn’t have too much trouble with it. he placed his hands where bucky did before and the two of you began your dance. bucky grinned at the sight of his two favorite people.

you leaned your head on steve’s shoulder and quietly sang along to the song that was playing.

never thought that you would be, standing here to close to me

there’s so much i feel that i should say

a beautiful song in your opinion, one you feel you could only understand when you’re around the people you love.

steve, feeling brave, decided to try and spin you. this caught you by suprise but you quickly went with it and the two of you succeeded nonetheless. steve beamed proudly as bucky cheered. “beautiful!”

you laughed, burying your face into steve neck. the song ended way too soon and the two of you sat on the opposite sides on bucky on the bench. you rested your head on his shoulder and reached for his arm to check the time. “how much longer jamie?” you asked. bucky took a look at his watch.

“10 minutes y/n/n.”

you groaned, already wanting the countdown to begin. it was so exciting, not to mention the joy that went through you at the sight of fireworks. the boys quietly laughed at your impatience and began playing some hand game to pass the time.

next thing you knew, five minutes had passed and you shot out of your seat, pulling steve and bucky up and dragging them towards the main street, to get a better view of the commotion bound to happen soon.

“jesus y/n you’re gonna rip my arm off.” you heard steve complain, but you paid no mind and continued marching on. you eventually abruptly stopped at the sidewalk, causing the boys behind you to nearly fall over.

two minutes left on the clock!

“okay.” you turned to the two boys. “who’s going to be my new years kiss?” both their eyes widened at the question. most years, while you three spent the night with eachother, usually found someone before the countdown to kiss. however since it was just the trio of you tonight, you had to compromise.

steve cleared his throught uncomfortably. “kiss? you?”

“yes! i need a new years kiss.” you explained, annoyed at the nervous expression on his face. “oh don’t be like that stevie, i was your first kiss for crying out loud!”

“yeah i suppose.” he shrugged, licking his chapped lips.

“so you’ll do it?” you asked.

“yeah, yeah.” steve nodded.

“hey hey hey what about me?” bucky whined. “i don’t got someone to kiss me.”

“relax. i’ll give you one after.” you told him, turning your attention to the church clock and the crowd that started to form around it as the countdown began.

ten, nine, eight

you reached for their hands, to which they happily accepted.

seven, six, five

you began to bounce in excitement, making your best friends laugh.

four, three, two

you began to join in on the chanting.

one, happy new year!!

you turned to steve and grabbed his face, pulling him into a hard kiss. everyone cheered as the church bells rang and fireworks began to erupt. steve held onto your waist and blushed as you pulled away, looking up to see the colorful sparks in the sky. you then turned to bucky, who was clapping at the view above and you pulled at his collar to give him a kiss as well, to which he quickly reciprocated and tried holding you tight. you pulled away and threw your arms around your favorite boys, bringing them into a group hug.

“i love you idiots.” you told them. they mumbled a couple “love you too”s but the moment was interrupted with the sounds of more fireworks. you stepped back to watch them and at that moment you felt ultimate happiness.

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i really hope you guys enjoyed this :)

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #pre serum steve #40s bucky #40s stucky #little marvel baby fic

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vegalocity · 4 years ago

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Peachtea/TripSun angst idea. Nobody knew Wukong would disappear for 500 years so they're mourning until Xiaotian starts training with him. Tang composes himself to wait a little longer but Wukong just ignores all the signs. Until he gets into an argument with Tang and Tang ends up snapping "Why did you disappear for 500 years?!"

Okay so here’s the thing, I can only get behind the whole ‘The other Pilgrims ALL thought Wukong was dead and are PISSED at him now’ stuff, only, and I mean ONLY if Wukong either thought they all didn’t want to hear from him again anyway, or if he thought they were dead too.

....I mean my only contributions to all those ‘Reunion with Baije and Wujing’ posts were both ‘Wukong thought they were dead too’ so CLEARLY thats my read on the whole thing. I sincerely can’t see him just... NOT telling people he cared that much about that he was gonna bounce for that long to be alone on FFM, so if he knew they were alive he would have told them.

And then you know someone spotted that little shrine with the origami figures in the Special and I was there like:

So like, lets do something we’ll both enjoy here then because all of those reunion fics are almost exclusively centered around the trio, and we oh so rarely see Sanzang (whether he is Tang or not) get involved.

So like first off, assuming LMK is on a sci fi alternate earth instead of being in the future, there’s still a solid nine hundred or so years between the end of the Pilgrimage and the supposed time Wukong disappeared for Monkie Kid timeline (JTTW is set in like the 600s or so if i remember correctly, might be wrong about the exacts tho) so lets assume those nine hundred years were uneventful.

So yeah, idk the hows, the hows don’t matter. What DOES matter is Wukong somehow loses contact with the others and is somehow convinced they were all killed, had his last stand against DBK and then went off travelling for a century to come to terms with his brothers and his precious, darling, beloved Master all perishing due to his inability to protect them.

and meanwhile for the others he was just... GONE. Like he’d vanished off the face of the earth, And the last the three of them ever saw of him was the staff rooted into the mountain that now kept the Bull King below. Just in case maybe the tree of them would periodically head off to Flower Fruit Mountain and check in with the monkeys that could still talk, but after about a century it was clear. If he WAS still alive, he wasn’t coming back. And the idea that he’d purposefully leave all of them behind just for the hope that he WAS still alive would do his memory a disservice.

So when Wukong returns to FFM wouldn’t it be great if he like, JUST missed that last visit? Like DAYS after Sanzang, Baije and Wujing had been there for the final time to hold an impromptu funeral for their dead friend on his homeland and finally accept that he was gone, Wukong returns to the mountain and builds his little shrine for his dead friends... the Monkeys all look at eachother awkwardly and shrug, assuming this will be settled soon enough, surely it’ll be solved before too long.

And then another 400 years of kingly depression naps and the others falling in and out of contact with eachother as they adapt to the ever changing world around them later, Xiaotian snatches the staff from the bull family.

And... Look... It’s been a ROUGH 500 years on Sanzang now called simply Tang. He’d only recently tracked down Baije-now-called-Pigsy in the past... what Ten years? and was only tangentially aware of what Wujing-now-called-Sandy was up to. And... Look... LOOK. It’s ridiculous that he’s still hung up over losing Wukong as much as he is. He’s Well FUCKING aware it’s ridiculous. He should know better, he quite LITERALLY reached immortality through enlightenment. He KNOWS he should know better.

So why-... Why can’t he say his real name without his gut still twisting into knots? He still tells the stories because telling them behind a wall of detachment, pretending he wasn’t there on the action for most of them helps in some small way, but why does he have to always call him ‘the Monkey King’? What a question, he knows why. He gave his heart away when he was still mortal, and so mortal his heart will forever stay. Dead and returned to the stone with the impulsive monkey he’d given it to.

And then It’s not dead. Because he’s not dead. and honestly at first it’s just shock, it’s just reeling with the sheer tidal wave of feelings he had to spend hours meditating just to sort through. The three of them meet up after Xiaotian and Xiaojiao have turned in for the night to discuss what the FUCK just happened, and all three of them come away with different conclusions.

Baije is furious and will refuse to seek out Wukong unless its to tell him off for letting the three of them belive him dead, Wujing is sad and would like to see Wukong again to simply ask why he’d decided to cut the three of them out of his life like that, but doesn’t want to do it alone. And he’s...conflicted.

He wants this to be a joyous discovery. he wants to be so relieved and euphoric at his monkey still being there, having ALWAYS been there, that he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling for days on end. But he can’t. It’s all so... messy inside and he’s going to need to keep his distance if he wants to be able to approach Wukong with a level head. This was why attachments such as these were foolish he should have known better all those years ago but it was centuries too late now, and this confliction is what he has to suffer through as the result... wanting to laugh and cry and scream all at once because Wukong is ALIVE, he’d spent SO long in mourning for him, and HOW DARE HE ignore them all and let them assume the worst?!

So he hides behind that Scholar Tang persona while he sorts through his emotions. And it works for the most part.

And then New Years happens.

And... Look, Wukong’s been THROUGH it in the last 500 years. He’s done everything he could to just... GET OVER the loss of his love His Master and His brothers. he went through all the damn stages of grief,

Spent that first decade in denial poking around everywhere he could to see if any of them-ANY of them were in hiding somewhere, spent another three decades wandering the world and starting fights with other cultures divine warriors (and that Aphrodite chick was DEFINITELY hitting on him the entire time, extolling about how rarely she got to use her ‘Aria form’ whatever that meant) to work through his rage without actually getting himself in trouble with his own heavenly court. Spent another twenty years or so looking through as many underworlds as he could find, no matter how many of them really wanted to test just HOW immortal he was (Answer: Too Immortal for any of them) to see if ANYONE had anything he could work with, and always coming up empty. eventually crossed the ocean to the other landmass because he was tired of looking at all of these places and seeing either memories or wasted time looking for bargaining chips, and spent a decade or so deciding he hated Mexico and went back to China. and then spent another thirty years just procrastinating returning home to his mountain.

When he returns to flower fruit mountain its as though he’d never left. His monkeys greet him with excitement but he’s standing on the shores of his home he hasn’t seen in a century and... feels nothing. Like his ability to feel anything for anything beyond the people he’s lost is gone. He makes a little shrine that spends most of its time on a shelf that's difficult to be able to look at full on without craning your neck weirdly and if any of his subjects notice that he takes a bit too much care in folding the little paper figure of the monk as he sets the four figures up along the edge of the little thing none of them judge him over it. He’s rarely got the energy for tears anymore, but when he does it’s usually when that little figure catches his eye.

By the time Xiaotian crashes into his life he’s... getting better. At least he thinks he is. having the loud excitable boy in his life is helping chase the shadows away a little bit (though when they return oh how they scream) and he hears some stories of his friends on training days and... geez sometimes he’ll tell this or that story and Wukong will be so THOUROUGHLY reminded of someone that it just... hurts.

And then New Years happens.

And he finally sees him again -- And he finally meets Xiaotian’s friends

And he still doesn’t know how to feel it’s all SO MUCH -- And they feel familiar so he gives them all a quick glance with golden eyes

And he can only do the one thing that feels safe right now -- And oh... that makes sense. How lucky they all found eachother again after reincarnating.

Sanzang hides behind the Tang persona and lies with an energy that could only be harvested from the sheer maelstrom of emotions fighting for dominance -- and Wukong leaves before he says something incriminating because now he knows and he can’t Un-know.

He should have known better but its centuries too late. And it doesn’t even matter that he doesn’t know how to feel about this whole thing he HAS to keep seeing him, he can NOT let him vanish again -- This was a mistake, this was a mistake, he cannot face them all and see lack of recognition, he cannot have his brothers treating him only as Xiaotian’s mentor he can NOT handle looking at him and seeing a stranger.

He needs to at least TALK to him -- He can’t stay away

Wukong doesn’t start out hanging out at the Noodle Shop on down time, that’d be too much too quick, especially since Baije-.. Since Pigsy is clearly still pretty steamed for the whole ‘letting Xiaotian into the world of magic and monsters’ stuff. But he’ll often shapeshift and keep an eye on things like that... No he is NOT eavesdropping on the reincarnations of those three out of the ridiculous desperate desire to feel close to them again. Because he’d rather just love him miss them from afar than be treated as a stranger.

But of course Tang notices when he does. Every time. And every time he wants to say something but his throat feels too tight. That first day he’d fallen on the persona because it was all he felt he COULD do but now the very idea that he’d have to pretend to be someone else just to be able to speak to his monkey not his not anymore Him was completely out of the question. Tang’s actually surprised with himself the first time he finds his voice.

The conversations come quickly, neither of them quite content to ignore the other now that its become obvious. The conversations are mostly stilted, awkward. Wukong seems both unable to help himself from talking to him, but unwilling to LOOK at him. Tang’s best guess is that he somehow doesn’t recognize him, Had he really changed that much in the time they’d been apart? Had he really lost so much affection for his old master that he could no longer recognize him beneath a slight change in appearance? That might be the reason the Hurt finally starts to win in the eternal standoff between Joy and Sorrow in how this whole thing makes him feel.

And maybe it’s something simple, maybe Wukong is just barely starting to lower his guard a bit. Maybe just sharing a space with the man who once was the love of his life his master was finally starting to chalk over the rough edges his long since broken heart would constantly stab into him with. and he just SAYS something. Something probably innocuous, something he’d said a million times on the Journey alone. And to Tang it just... feels like he’s mocking him, like he’d known this whole time and had just been playing with his emotions in a way he wouldn’t have tolerated back then- so why should he tolerate it now?

And the first words out of his own mouth are “Bad Monkey!” and Wukong freezes as Tang begins to lecture him

How he’d spent a solid third of his time immortal in mourning over him, how he’d been the one to tell Baije and Wujing that it would be a disgrace to his memory to believe him alive and instead that he’d chosen to cut the lot of them out of his life, despite how much HE’D wanted to believe it too. How hurt he was to find out that not only he HAD been ignoring them for so long but also that he’d apparently had apparently not even recognized any of them when they HAD all seen each other again! How much he’d missed him, how happy he’d still been to see him again.

Yes, yes, pathetic, emotional baldy always bursting into tears at the simplest of things nothing’s changed etcetera etcetera- He hadn’t been lying on new years when he said he had a million questions, but all he really wanted to know was why? Why did he cut them out of his life, why did he shut HIM out? Why did you disappear for 500 years Wukong?

And Wukong reaches out, his hand is- shaking? and removes the glasses from right off his face--normal glass obviously, Baije had insisted they completed the scholarly look and annoyed him into compliance--

“You’re-” he hesitates, looks, almost afraid? “You’re not a reincarnation..?”

Oh...

Well now they both looked the part of fools.

Two sobbing fools clutching to eachother in the alleyway behind Pigsy’s shop, and oh MAN did they have some things to talk about, because Wukong was DEFINITELY coming back with him to his apartment for the night and then first thing in the morning he was going to visit his brothers to internalize that THEY weren’t reincarnations either and then he was going to have to explain where he’d been for that first century while they were all still looking for him to THEM too.

And yes he should have known better than to get attached to him in this way in the first place, it was disgraceful, the sheer misery it had brought alone was proof enough of that. But Wukong was nuzzling into his shoulder, and pressing those strange feeling monkey kisses across his cheeks and jaw, and his breath was hitching with pure relief and joy and it was for him-

And fuck it, he just didn’t care.

#Peachtea #Tripsun #hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah #Y'all should read 'from here the rain falls' on AO3 #REALLY great fic for this ship #and i haven't seen the Chow movies but i could follow along p. easily so there's that #letters to vega #it seems as though epople are sending me many things for this ship and i say #Keep em coming man we must make the content we wish to see in thsi world #hoo boy did this get LONG though

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mocacheezy · 3 years ago

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I was able to get an old portable dvd player (thank you parents of the past, it is much appreciated in the year of '21, and thank you sister for keeping it somewhere we could find it) and after buying the cable and charging it, I started watching that Transformers dvd I got some time ago.

Turns out its TF Generations, so we're watching "through the cube" which alright, nice to get the nostalgia going for the parents, while also getting the attention of the kids with the constant rotating scene from scene. Kind of annoying for me but hey, that's just my attention problems.

It has two episodes: More Than Meets the Eye, Part 3 and Auto Berserk and here's my thoughts on the dubbing:

I actually missed dubbing from my childhood, and the fact Soundwave, Spike, Red Alert and Mirage have female VAs brings me intense amounts of joy. I didn't even know I will be so happy to hear this old, somewhat crappy dubbing. I missed it and didn't even know it.

The crowd cheers are pathetic just as I remember them XD

"Ti ne bi mogel voditi androidov na piknik." alright, alright, nice change of a joke that doesn't translate, but that means Megatron (and other Cons probably) discriminate against androids.

The "Transform and roll out! " sounds... strange. Then again it is a dub and I didn't watch this as a kid XD

The way slovene is spoken has me smile and cringe because it sounds so formal but it actually isn't. It might also be the way language evolved. It could also be my lack of watching dubs for a long long time.

Za slovenski folk: "Spremenite se, pa pojdimo!". Ta "Pa pojdimo" me ubije. Uporabili so ga samo enkrat, "Spremenite se" pa je prisoten pri skoraj vsakem transformiranju, ampak tisti resni glas s takim stavkom XD

In total I think there are 3 guys and 1 girl dubbing this. I guess this is similar to what we have today, with the difference the old folks DON'T try to change their pitch... I think. Multiple characters have the same VA amd you can clearly tell it's the same one. (I also think there might be two girls in the new dub group, but I'm not sure).

I wonder why, aside from musicians and comedians, we don't have more voice actors??? Or trained voice actors?

I have no place to really talk, because giving voice to characters is an art, and not everyone can be Frank Welker. So unless I myself go into the dub buisness, I am keeping my mouth shut and congratulating the dubbers.

10 for the effort and execution

(even if the older gen knew how to make falling on the ground sound more realistic. Yes I am still not over Cyberverse Windblade being yeeted across the desert and her screaming and grunting so softlya when she bounces off the floor. But as I said, being a VA is tough work and my nostalgia might also be affecting my viewing of the newer stuff)

So to wrap up the dub experience:

and down here are some of my thought process while watching the two episodes:

who was going to tell me that G1 Prime has a blue underside of his crotch plate? How come I never saw that anywhere?? This has so much potential and jokes about interface difficulties, if I don't find at least one joke in a crackfic about it I will be disapointed.

I love Optimus' head shape and finials, he looks adorable.

I'll watch G1 eventually, but if Spike really does write in his diary about how Optimus would make a good president I am high fiving the lil bastard.

You know you are in too deep when you see a 2D warlord and can't stop smiling. Bitch, I don't even fully know you but BY FUCK do I love the design and mannerisms!!! OG Megatron, 10/10, and I may be biased because childhood dubbing, but they picked a good VA for him.

Great VA choice for Starscream too! And he is very pretty as well, damn, I can see why people love G1 even without nostalgia!

Ravage, what can I say. Good casette. (Also love how he doesn't speak to the Autobots, but comms Megatron)

SPEAKING OF TALKING: Skywarp requesting permission to teleport and his interaction with Megs made me smile so much LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT OUR TELEPORTING BOY!!! He shoots for shit, is awful at it, but look at him go!

Unicron singularity might be the answer to why Ironhide and Bluestreak can fly, but I'm not sure.

In any case I love how Optimus speaks to Ironhide, it's great. Heck, the Autobots dynamic and interactions are great. I can see why people say Optimus is a dad, or why they talk about how the Autobots are like a family.

Also we see slow motion of how OP transforms and I adore it!

And how he acts too! He is stubborn and it takes multiple attempts to persuade him from sacrificing himself/trying to do his duty as a leader when it's too dangerous. He listens to his friends and soldiers, but isn't hapoy about it. He acknowledges the risk.

Back to blue underside crotch however: IT'S JUST A BLUE LIL SQUARE UNDER ALL THAT WHITE! WHAT PURPOSE DOES IT SERVE ASIDE FROM BEING PRIME'S LIL GARAGE??? COME ON! COME ON!! A blue trussy, I mean tfp had a bikini situation going on, but G1 Prime has just a tiny rectangle/square! I don't even know the shape but it's BLUE ON WHITE CAN IT STAND OUT EVEN MORE??? (And here I thought the Megatron toy and the trigger crotch were bad XD)

Seeing Starscream manipulate Red Alert had me smiling. Look at this tri colori squeak toy jet. Being his eviiil self.

Seeing how Megatron interacts with his other Cons is just hilarious. He is a TERRIBLE boss if you make a misstep. So mean! ...Then again, he is bent on destroying the autobots if he can't get to Cybertron first, so *shrugs* the guy can be a lil frustrated I suppose. He does pick on Screamer alot however, and the dynamic of these two has me understand MegaStar much better.

They are a bickering old couple that joke about how they'll kill eachother, but never go fully through with it. Must be true love~

All in all, glad I got that dvd. Megatron has screen time in it, the animation is ridiculously pretty in that old show way and even if the episodes were probably selected at random for the dvd it was interesting to watch.

I love it. Can't wait to watch G1 when my brain allows it, and I will forever wonder if actual G1 was also dubbed fully.

#moca watches #transformers dub #moca screeches #slovene dubbing

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shit-uhm-sorry · 5 years ago

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Renee and Neil ultimate friendship headcannons

Listen i need more of these two being bros in my life so here we gooooo

Neil had once revealed all the colors he had died his hair when the foxes had asked one time, and so Renee shows up to his room one day with a thing of bleach and a box of silver hair dye. "Help me?" She asked sweetly while jiggling the boxes

Neil stood there slightly confused but agreed

Truth be told Renee didn't need help and if she did she usually asked Allison. She'd done this rodeo so many times that it's something she could easily do by herself

But she wants to be closer to Neil so she leads him to the girls suite and sets up in the bathroom

"I need to redo the roots" she tells him as she starts mixing the bleach

Neil nods kind of dumbly and puts on the gloves she hands him

He is fast and surprisingly very gentle, clearly having done this many times

Afterwards Renee thanks Neil and gives him a very small kiss to the top of his head after asking with a yes or no

She managed to catch the small smile just in time before she pulled away

They love to criticize movies together

Renee usually kept her mouth shut on many of the inaccuracies of the movies because she didn't want to spoil anything by bringing up the knowledge kept by Natalie

But then Neil joined in on movie nights and he didn't seem to have that filter

After the fifth time of nit picking the movie the foxes told him to shut up and watch

To his credit he did. But Renee wouldn't be a fox if she didn't like to indulge in annoying her teammates every now and then too

"That wound would kill him in seconds. Especially since he just ripped the knife out immediately."

Neil looked at her and Renee looked back smiling with a mischievousness to her eye

He smiled

The foxes looked flabbergasted that Renee of all people would say that

They soon became annoyed as the two of them bounced back many many inacurracies over the next hour and a half

They have a sort of tradition that on each other's birthdays they will get one another the most ridiculous gag gift possible

It started at first with Neil when he gave her an "atheism for dummies" book

Andrew had apparently suggested it saying shed find it funny but Neil was all tension and nerves when giving it to her

Once she started laughing he noticeably relaxed

Since then its been a constant contest to see who could have the most ridiculous one each year

Whoever laughs the longest at the gift is in the number one spot until it is usurped

They literal time this shit with a stop watch thats how dedicated they are

Neil gave Renee a friendship bracelet that Neil actually made that says "my brest fiend Ranie" in the most atrocious colors imaginable

It had taken the number one spot for two years

Renee wears it every day

Sometimes Renee will invite Neil to the sparring matches with Andrew. She insists he doesn't have to join in, that he can just watch if he'd like

Thats usually what he does

Renee's specialty is spur of the moment decisions when it comes to fighting

Neil doesn't know how fight beyond bare basics but he can read people very well

Specifically their fighting habits and patterns

One day when Andrew and Renee are pretty decently matched, Neil grows bored of seeing the never ending stalemate

He calls out "He favors his left Renee!"

Neil can see the cogs turning in her head on how to strategize with that instead of usually taking the punches and slashes as they come

Andrew never looked away from Renee but he scowled

That split second distraction was all she needed

He ended up on the floor with her knee to his throat a moment later. Andrew flipped Neil off as Neil's jubilant laugh echoed through the sparring room

(Neil made it up to Andrew later by smothering his neck in kisses)

After Renee and the girls graduate Neil makes an effort to write her a letter every now and then

Renee started doing it as a means of giving everyone she loves something physical to cherish

So Neil returned the favor by responding

They'll send eachother things as well like photos, jewelry, cat hair ("No Andrew, its not gross. She needs physical proof that they're real besides just pictures")

One day Renee sent over an old photo she had taken back in their Palmetto days

It was of Renee and Neil at the movie theater with all the upperclassmen when Neil had fallen asleep. He unknowingly flopped right onto Renee's shoulder and she had taken a picture with her phone and had printed out a physical photo

It was worn on the edges and had fold lines and looked like it been kept safe for a long time

The back had "me and my brest fiend Norl" written in sharpie

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #renee walker #bff #headcannon #andrew minyard #the foxes #tfc #the foxhole court

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iamjustyouraveragefander · 5 years ago

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Could I ask one of Dignified prince logan of (insert kingdom) being grabbed and pulled into a dance by trashy , Younger brother of his royal friend Roman, Remus duke of (insert kingdom). And as soon as they start dancing the waltz turns into a Salsa dance music,, they knew eachother for a bit but this is first time logan's really "interacted" with remus They quickly dance and remus is having a blast while logan is a secret disaster gay and Roman was the one who gave remus the confidence to 1/2

Here you are!

I’m a big sucker for Platonic Roceit, but it can also be up to interpretation! So, if you want, you can read it as Romantic!

Also, Deceit’s name is Damian, cause I thought it was fitting.

Also, sorry for the really long wait!

Word Count: 3,261

Logan couldn’t help but sigh as he gently slid a book back into its proper place on the shelf.

“Why so glum, young majesty?” Patton asked from his seat at one of the library tables, pausing his writing to swiftly dab more ink onto the quill, “Is it the royal ball?” he inquired, continuing on with his notes.

The young prince replied with a small hum, gaze remaining on the various books littering the shelf, “I thought I told you to address me by my name?”

“Well, you did, but the King—”

“Patton, we’ve been companions since we were children, I don’t care what my father says, call me by my name,” his voice held a hint of authority to it, with a side of annoyance. He didn’t like the constant reminder of his royal status, and one less person referring to him as a high title made it easier to forget.

It’s not that he didn’t enjoy his life in the castle. He rather liked learning new things, and conversing with the staff, but the idea that he would be forced into marriage shortly after his upcoming birthday made his stomach sink. He knew he had to marry and bring in the next generation to take his place, but the idea of being with a woman made him… uncomfortable, to say the least.

“Logan,” Patton tried again, offering a small smile towards his friend, “Are you upset about the upcoming ball?” he asked, gently placing down his quill and standing up from his seat, stretching out his arms, “Because if you are, why don’t you just skip it?”

“You know I can’t do that,” Logan finally turned his focus to Patton, “And, I’m just worried, is all,” he explained, “You know of my dislike for…” he trailed off, making a small gesture with his hand, fearing that if he said the word out loud someone might hear and tell his father.

“Ah, well,” Patton came a little closer, lowering his voice so only Logan could hear, “If it makes you feel better, a little birdie told me—”

“Bird’s can’t talk.”

“—that two very handsome, young princes will be attending the event, at your father’s request,” he chirped in a sing-song voice.

“Really?” Logan inquired, raising an eyebrow curiously, “Would they be from the Cican Empire?”

“Mhm,” Patton nodded in reply, a wide smile on his face, “You remember them, don’t you?” he asked.

Logan did, in fact. He had been very isolated during his younger years, always studying in his room or the library, but that hadn’t stopped him from meeting Roman. He was a bit of an adventurous type, and had stumbled upon Logan in the library, where his parents had shoo’d him off to. The first thing Roman had said—more so demanded—to him was, “Be thy enemy or thy friend, handsome, young bookworm?” as he held up a wooden sword in front of him. And the first thing Logan had replied with was, “Did you just call me a ‘handsome bookworm?’”

Long story short, the result ended with the two princes becoming close friends.

“So,” Patton rocked back and fourth on his heels, “Are you less worried?” he was still smiling, waiting for the prince’s response.

“Well,” Logan thought over his options, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and closing his eyes, “I suppose…” he slowly replied, opening his eyes and offering the faintest of smiles towards Patton, “It would be nice to see Roman again, and finally be introduced to his twin brother,” he stated finally.

“Oh, that’s right! I forgot about him!”

————

“Logan!”

A loud yelp escaped Logan’s lungs as he felt someone wrap their arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

“How have you been, my dear friend?” Roman asked, a wide grin on his face as he rested his chin on Logan’s shoulder.

“I though I told you not to sneak up on me like that?” Logan replied flatly, shooting a glare at his friend with mild annoyance.

“I couldn’t help it! I’ve missed you an endless amount!” the adventures prince chirped, briefly tightening his hold on Logan before releasing him from the hug, adjusting his position so he was standing in front of Logan, “So, how have you been?” Roman repeated the question, still smiling wide, “I read in your letters you’ve been thinking of writing a book! Will there be any dashing young heroes? If you need an example, I’d be happy to volunteer,” he rambled excitedly, practically bouncing up and down as the two began their walk down the hallway towards the ballroom.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh at Roman’s excitement, shaking his head in amusement, “I wasn’t planning to write a fairy tale,” he explained, gaze briefly glancing around to take note of the lack of company, “It would be a factual book, possibly about the history of our kingdoms.”

“But that sounds so boring,” Roman groaned, sulking his shoulders, “Why not write something fun? Like our adventures we had around the castle?”

“Oh, yes, I’m sure people would enjoy reading about two young princes almost setting the kitchen on fire because they were attempting to bake a cake, nearly breaking a vase because someone’s wooden sword slipped form their hand, and practically destroying the entirety of the garden because they tried to use magic unsupervised.”

“Exactly!” Roman exclaimed, missing the sarcasm that was held in Logan’s voice, “‘The Adventures of Prince Roman and Prince Logan—featuring Patton and Virgil,’” he was practically beaming at the idea.

Logan smiled sadly at the memories, “My father would disapprove of such a book,” he quietly muttered, “Where is your brother and your adviser?” he asked, quickly changing the topic.

Roman gave a small shrug in response, “Probably still in the ballroom,” he replied simply, “I abandoned them to search for you, cause I wanted to have you to myself for at least a bit,” he explained.

“Ah,” Logan nodded in understanding, “Makes since, we haven’t seen each other in person for—”

“Two full years!” Roman chimed in, grabbing hold of Logan’s hand and tugging him along as he quickened his pace, “But now I can finally introduce you to my brother! I think you’ll like him!” he exclaimed, offering the bookish prince a wide smile.

Logan sighed, unable to stop the smile from resting on his face. It would definitely be interesting to meet with the unnamed brother. He silently wondered what he was like, possibly like Roman? Was he just as creative and adventurous? Was his smile just as bright?

A million questions filled Logan’s head the longer he waited for Roman to introduce him to his older twin—“Just by fourteen seconds!” Roman had told him one day, unable to keep from sulking at the thought of being the youngest of the pair.

————

A cool breeze tussled Remus’ hair as he watched the crowed of people interacting with one another, some sharing dances, others stuffing their faces with wine and food. He couldn’t help the annoyed sigh that left him as he leaned back against the railing of the balcony, “This is absolutely ridiculous,” he muttered, tugging at his too tight collar, “Why did I even have to wear this stupid thing? I have much more comfortable clothes than this!”

“You’re just bitter because Roman abandoned you to hang out with a cute boy,” Damian replied by Remus’ side, an amused smirk playing on his face.

The duke continued to loosen his tie, even if he knew he’d end up being lectured by his parents if they saw he’d ruined his outfit, once again, “Maybe…” he muttered, gently digging his heel into the floor.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry, too much,” the adviser reassured, “He’ll be back once he find’s Logan.”

“You know this, how?”

Damian simply shrugged, as if the answer was obvious, “He told me.”

Remus gave a small hum in reply, “We probably shouldn’t have moved from our original spot then, huh?”

“No, probably not, but it’s too late now.”

————

Roman gently opened the door, the quiet of the hallway immediately being shattered by the endless chit chat, soft music, and clinking of glass. He slowly lead Logan through the crowed, gaze frantically searching for where his brother and adviser had gone off to.

Logan absentmindedly tightened his hold on his friend’s hand, fear creeping up on him. He didn’t mind Roman holding his hand, but he knew his father would. “When were you going to tell me you were having a secret relationship with another man? Prince Roman, no less!” is what his father would probably say, only for Logan to try and explain they weren’t in a romantic relationship, just very close friends.

“Where in the world…” Roman quietly muttered, finally sighing in frustration, “Okay, how about this,” he quickly pulled Logan over by the food table, releasing his hand, only to place both on his shoulders and adjust his standing position, “Stay here, and I’ll go find them,” he offered one last smile before disappearing into the sea of people.

“Oh, hey, L,” came a familiar voice.

Logan turned his head in the direction the voice had come from, finding Virgil was approaching him, a tray stacked with wine in his hand. He smiled, giving a light wave, “I thought you weren’t aloud to be around alcohol,” he noted, gaze flicking to the plate, “Your mother would be very disappointed,” he teased.

“It’s grape juice,” Virgil corrected, gently nudge the prince in the arm with his elbow, a smile spreading across his face.

“Oh, my apologies, then.”

There was a pause as the two stared at each other, only to quietly start laughing at their interaction, both taking some comfort in the familiar presence.

“So, what brings you to the food table?” Virgil asked, a curious look in his eyes, “Princey abandon you for a cute boy?”

“Not exactly,” Logan took one of the glasses off the try, taking a drink from it, “He’s introducing me to his brother,” he explained.

“Oh, Gods,” Virgil muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What?”

Virgil shook his head, “Nothing, it’s just…” he trailed off, gaze fixed on the crowd of people, “He’s a bit… eccentric, to say the least.”

The statement made something in Logan shift, his questions from earlier returning. What in the world was he expecting from this brother? Virgil seemed unsettled by the mention of him, was that because they shared a previous history that Logan wasn’t aware of?

“Lo-o-ogan!” Romans’ sing-song voice cut through his thoughts, “I have a Duke for you to meet!”

At the mention of Roman’s brother, Virgil quickly made himself scarce, wishing Logan luck as he disappeared back into the bundle of people.

Logan’s eyes locked onto the very messy attire being worn by the Duke. His tie hung lose around his neck, his two top buttons on his shirt were undone, he had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and half his shirt was tucked in, while the other was pulled out. In short, he was an absolute disaster compared to Roman, and anyone else in the room, really.

“This is my dear brother,” Roman gestured to the walking disaster, “Remus, a Duke,” he turned to Remus, gesturing to his friend, “Remus, this is Logan, the friend I was telling you so much about,” he explained.

Remus seemed to do a quick once over of Logan’s outfit, offering a lopsided grin and extending his hand, “Nice ta meet ya, Glasses,” he greeted.

“Uh…” Logan had to do a double take. This had been the second time in his life someone had greeted him so unprofessionally, “Did you just call me, ‘Glasses?’” he asked, slowly shaking the hand that had been extended to him.

“Yep!” Remus replied, “Not a huge fan of all that ‘your majesty,’ business. I find it rather stiff, if you ask me,” he rambled, “I mean, why can’t you just talk to someone like a normal person, ya know?”

“Eh, right…” Logan’s brain was still trying to catch up. He hadn’t expected Remus to be exactly like Roman, but this? He was so… different.

Roman smile wide, clasping his hands together, “Well, I’ll leave the two of you alone for a bit,” he chirped, flicking his gaze between the pair, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, alright!” he practically sang as he skipped off to who knows where.

The prince and duke were left facing each other, a sort of awkwardness in the air as both tried to think of something they could add to the conversation.

“Uh, so,” Logan cleared his throat, gesturing to the unkept outfit, “Your parents let you come here dressed like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t necessarily mind Remus’ outfit—if he wished to wear it, how did Logan have any right to stop him?—but surely his father would, and the last think Logan wanted was to be lectured about the type of company he kept with him.

“Oh, Gods, no,” Remus replied in amusement, “I did this to make myself more comfortable,” his eyes briefly did a once over of Logan’s outfit for the second time, “I mean, wearing a suit for almost eight to nine hours can’t be that comfortable.”

“Well, what do you normally wear when you go out?” Logan huffed, briefly adjusting his tie.

“Easy, I don’t!” Remus chimed, grin still wide, “Most of the time my parents keep me at home because of how much of a disappointment I am, but what can you do,” he gave a small shrug, his smile unwavering.

Logan blinked, staring at the duke with some surprise that he had spoken the way he did. It had come out out of his mouth with such ease, “They’re disappointed in you…?” Logan slowly asked, unsure of where-else to take the conversation.

“Mhm,” Remus nodded in reply, “In fact, the only reason they let me out of the castle tonight is because Roman insisted,” he briefly turned his head towards the various guests dancing in pairs.

Logan wasn’t sure how to respond. This walking disaster had many similarities to Roman, which didn’t come off as too much of a surprise, but the fact that he seemed to speak with no filter was something the prince hadn’t been expecting, nor that he spoke about his parents disapproval with no care in the world, like their opinions didn’t matter to him.

“Do you want to dance?” Remus suddenly asked, turning his focus back to Logan, a small smile on his face, softer than the grin he had previously been wearing, “Unless your daddy think’s you’re too prim and proper to be seen dancing with a mess like me,” he teased, the wide grin from earlier returning across his face—and did he just wink?

“I—” Logan sputtered, hating the way his face flushed in embarrassment, “For your information, I am fully capable of making my own decisions!” he snapped, crossing his arms and shooting a hard glare at the duke, “My father doesn’t dictate my choices!”

“So, you will dance with me?”

“Sure!” Logan declared, only to pause shortly after as the realization of what he just said sank in, eyes widening in horror, Wait, what?

“Great!” Remus exclaimed, quickly grabbing Logan’s arm and dragging him towards the dance floor, “This is going to be fun!”

“Wait, at least let me put down my drink–!”

————

At first, Logan was practically being lugged around by the duke, who seemed to make his movements flow in a certain way that was difficult for the prince to match. He even took to blinking Morse Code in Roman’s direction, who was pretending to ignore him in favor of talking with Damian.

Something else he was worried about was the whispering among the guests. It was faint, and barely noticeable, but he could still hear the little inquiries—“Why is the Prince of Worene dancing with someone so distasteful?”, “The prince is dancing with another man?”, “Isn’t that the Duke of Cican? What’s he doing with the prince?” “That’s the Duke? I expected far better.”

The endless questions being thrown around the room caused Logan’s stomach to churn uneasily. His father—what would he think if he saw his own son dancing with a man? Surely he would disprove!

“Someone is distracted,” Remus practically sang as he glided along the marble floor, briefly tightening his hold on Logan so he didn’t drop him as he dipped the prince, “Am I not good enough entertainment?”

Logan didn’t respond, gaze locking with Remus’, the light dancing off of him in just the right way. He really was a beautiful sight to see, and had the duke not shifted out of their position just as quickly as he put them in it, Logan would have probably ended up kissing him, which was absolutely absurd. He only just met him after all.

————

“Is he blinking in Morse Code?” Damian asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Logan being glided across the dance floor by Remus.

“Yep,” Roman replied, an amused smile on his face, “He truly is a gay disaster,” the prince hummed.

Damian nodded in agreement, shooting a glance at Roman, “Like someone else I know,” he smirked, gently nudging Roman in the arm with his elbow.

“Psh,” Roman quickly reasoned, blowing a raspberry, “Since when am I the disaster?” he huffed, crossing his arms defensively, “Last I checked, Logan was the gay disaster!”

“If he’s the disaster gay, what does that make you?”

“The fabulous gay, obviously.”

A snort left Damian as he cupped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter, “You are an idiot.”

“A handsome idiot,” Roman corrected, joining Damian in his laughter.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll give you that,” the adviser replied. His face slowly turned into one of seriousness, gaze watching Logan loosen up and slowly join Remus in the flow of the music, “It’s a shame your parents keep him sheltered, but I’m not surprised,” he commented, catching the faintest of smiles on Logan’s face. He smiled at the pair, “Remus is an uncontrollable child at heart, even now that he’s practically an adult.”

Roman let out a light laugh, “Yeah…” he muttered, turning his head in the direction his adviser was looking in, his gaze soft, “Logan will be good for Remus,” he quietly stated, “Just like Remus will be good for Logan.”

Damian nodded in agreement, a comfortable silence settling between the prince and adviser.

————

“I will admit,” Logan began as he stepped along to the beat of music with Remus, doing his best to keep his smile at bay, “This is rather fun.”

The duke grinned in response, “Is that so, Specs?” he hummed, pausing their dance, coming a little closer, “Maybe we should do this more often, then,” his gaze was gentle, his hold on Logan loosening slightly.

Logan felt his heart rate skyrocket, face turning a dark red. His flight reflex kicked in, causing him to let out a loud yelp–turning who knows how many heads–and trip over his own feet in an attempt to back away. His grip held tight on Remus and he ended up bringing the Duke down with him as they fell to the ground, causing an audible thud to echo through the suddenly quiet ballroom.

Various party guests were quick to assets the two royals back to their feet, questioning if they were all right.

Logan silently prayed that his parents hadn’t witness the almost-kiss he had with Remus. If they had, his life would, no doubt, be completely ruined.

His parents did, however, witness it, and both of them dealt with the situation accordingly.

“You owe me ten silver,” the queen state, holding out her hand towards her husband.

“Hang on, I bet that Logan would declare his love for Roman, and–“

“I bet he would fall for another man, which he did,” the queen cut her husband short, a small smile playing on her face, “That’s the duke, dear, not the prince.”

The king scoffed, pulling ten silver from his pocket and handing it off to his wife, “Alright, alright, I know when I’ve lost,” he muttered dejectedly, “Lousy bet, if you ask me.”

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thehollowprince · 4 years ago

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Teen wolf?

favorite male character: Scott McCall, obviously, and to this day there are people who are still really really mad that I liked the protagonist of the show.

I really loved Mason, too. I'm pretty sure that's where Jeff Davis channeled everything he wanted to give to Danny but "couldn't" because of his beef with Colton and the latter's exit from the show.

favorite female character: Oh, boy... that's a toss up between Kira and Lydia. I loved Kira from the word go, but I also loved the growth that Lydia went through, so I'm torn.

least favorite character: I have two answers for this. Narratively speaking, I'm gonna have to go with Jackson. I never really got over his douchdbag attitude and then he disappeared just as the show started to delve into his past and possibilities (I'm utterly convinced that he was supposed to be Peter's kid and that they had to rearrange things after Colton bounced.)

Just from a "I dislike them" standpoint we have Stiles. Not because he was a bad character (he was a great foil to Scott, they balanced out eachother very well) or because of any of the stuff he did ("Some of us are human!"), but because the fandom kept trying to convince everyone (even themselves) that he was the best character ever and that the show should have been about him. Whenever fandom tells me that this is "the best character ever" I immediately take a step back and am way more critical of them.

prettiest character: well this is just unfair, because have you looked at that cast? They're all ridiculously gorgeous. It was like watching something on The CW. Its impossible to choose just one, because I'd say Kira, but then I think of Danny, and then I think of Isaac and then I think of Boyd, and then I think of Scott and then... well, you get the idea.

funniest character: I don't think there was any just one funny character, because they all had their moments, particularly Scott and Stiles when they were together. Or when Ken very loudly gave Kira that research "for that boy you like" right in front of Scott, or Malia not understanding modern stuff, or Isaac's and Boyd's sarcasm. Oh, and let's not forget Peter's disney villain voice in 3B ("The huntress and the banshee." Seriously, what the hell was that?)This show may have lacked a bit in terms of plot cohesion, but it was pretty good with the humor.

favorite season: truth be told I liked at least something about all the seasons, but I'm going to have to go with season two. That was the last time there felt like any kind of actual thought went into the whole season rather than just an episode-by-episode basis, where the writers had no idea where they wanted to end it. Season five was pretty good, too. Not just because Theo managed to do what nobody else did before him: break up the back, but because the two halves felt connected by the plot as opposed to seasons 3A and 3B, and 6A and 6B being completely separate plots each time.

However, I will say that season six sucked balls. The first half being entirely focused on a character that wasn't there because their actor chose to go do something else, and the second half just devoted to senseless violence and to killing off characters for shock value.

favorite episode: Master Plan. We got to see what a brilliant strategist our lead was, and I loved it.

The Overlooked was one I just have fun watching again and again, with our heroes trapped in an abandoned hospital in the middle of a raging storm. It was just a fun episode.

favorite romantic ship: this is one of the few shows where I actually liked most of the canon ships. I loved Scallison, and then Scira. Stiles and Malia were great together and I would have loved to have seen what could have been between Lydia and Jackson before the latter's departure. Derek and Braeden... wish we could have seen more of them. Mason and Corey were adorable, as were Liam and Hayden.

And, of course, I have my crack ships that I would have loved, Scisaac ("Dude, I love Mexican") or Scanny ("Its Armani"/"Its nice."), or Scalia.

favorite friend ship: this might come as a surprise to people, but I really liked the dynamic between Scott and Stiles. They completed eachother perfectly, and that was how they were able to outsmart so many of these diabolical villains. Also, Liam and Mason being this cool combination of the Scott/Stiles and Jackson/Danny friendships was cool.

favorite family ship: the McCall Pack

worst ship: St*r*k, obviously. I've made my opinions on that pretty clear. I wasn't a fan of the whole Allison and Isaac thing, either. I feel like that was shoved in there to compensate for the unintended Scisaac feels as well as to capitalize on the fact that I believe Crystal and Daniel were dating at the time. Also, not going to lie, I wasn't a dan of the Stiles/Lydia and Scott/Malia stuff in the final two seasons.

#ask and ye shall recieve #ask meme #teen wolf

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slvtbible · 6 years ago

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I should’ve walked away

[ in which he pays attention to someone else and his friends are dicks]

Warnings: tears, curse words, pure angst?

Harry has won his first ever Grammy award two nights ago and you couldn’t be more prouder,

You were there when it happened. He took you as his date where he proudly shows you off, making you giggle through the entire evening and blushes every time he introduces you as ‘his girl’. There’s no one in this world that you loved more than your man.

Now, his friends are throwing him an after party to celebrate his victory and that of course, they invite you to join as well. You are his girlfriend after all,

However that doesn’t mean all of his friends like you. Apart from CHASM of course. Even Jeff himself has taken a strong hatred towards you, and sometimes you wonder what you did wrong to make them hate you. And you asked Harry about it, multiple times. But he always tells you to shrug it off because he is sure that all of it isn’t true,

So, you don’t bother much about it anymore, nor you have ask and rant about it as well to him. You just learn to let it slide,

“Maybe I should just stay home tonight, H. I’m tired. You go and have some fun” you give him a small smile. That’s actually not true. You just want to stay away from people who hated your guts,

He looks at you as if you’re crazy, shaking his head. There is no way he’s letting you stay at home alone. “What? Sweetheart, don’t be ridiculous. Earlier you were so excited about going to this party and now you’re not? What’s going on Y/N?”

You merely shrug, looking down at your fingers. “Just tired” you repeat lamely,

Harry scoffs, doesn’t believe your poor excuse. “You’re lying. What is it darling? Hm? You can tell me.”

Sighing, you finally look up to him. And you feel like your heart is about to burst at how beautiful and handsome he looks right now. Dressed in white silky shirt and simple dark jeans. He has never fails to swoon you,

“I don’t think your friends wants me there, Harry.” You say, pulling your knees close to your chest tightly. “They only invited me because I’m your girlfriend. Not because they like me”

After that, he closes his eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh. Mumbling something about ‘not this shit again’ before opening his mouth and say,

“Darling, I’ve told you before that they do like you. Perhaps they’re just joking around, you know how my friends are.” He says, trying to get you to believe him,

Joking? Oh dear God, you almost laughed at his answer but of course you don’t. He just truly doesn’t get it,

“Calling me a gold digger and make fun of my family’s poor economy is called joking? Harry, there are million of times where they say my mom should have gotten a proper job so I wouldn’t have to live so... poorly and not to rely on you for money.” You state, the memories comes flashing back and you have to withdraw the tears,

“It really hurt my feelings. And you didn’t seem to care at all”

With his eyes staring at yours, he almost wanted to say that you’re being ridiculous and that he trusts his friends to know that they wouldn’t say such thing,

But he knows he can’t so instead he says, “alright. I’m sorry love. I talk to them tonight, okay? Just, will you please come with me?”

With a smile, you nod your head, “of course, Harry.”

Little do you know, he didn’t mean the words that came out of his mouth

You’ve put on your best dress yet from the closet, trying to impress the people at Harry’s party because who knows? Maybe by seeing you in a dress that seems expensive will make them like you,

Throughout the entire ride, you are nervous as hell. Knees are bouncing up and down rapidly, continuously fixing your hair everytime you feel something wrong, and you may or may not have apply the red lipstick every second,

You want to look perfect tonight,

“You’ll be fine darling, don’t be nervous” he chuckles, placing his hand on your knee as he rubs the soft skin, “you look gorgeous, baby.”

With a small kiss on your lips, you’re starting to calm down a little. Nodding your head slowly at him as you look out at the windows,

You are too deep in your thoughts that you don’t even realize the car has stopped. Harry has to call out your name,

“We’re here baby. Come on, let’s have some fun yeah?” He tells you, getting out of the car and grabs your hand from the other side. Intertwining your hand with his,

The more you walk, the more nervous you get. As the two of you enter the place, there are few familiar faces who are shouting his name and cheering as he walks in,

Harry returns a smile back and quickly let go of your hand making your heart drop. But you don’t think of it as a big deal and let him greet few of his friends as you stand there from behind watching the interaction begins,

“Oh! I brought Y/N here with me. Come say hi, babe” he smiles as he turns around, extending his hand for you to grab it and you smile before taking it,

“Hi guys! Nice to see you all” you greet them with a bright smile, but all you get is just a simple nod and some of them even looks away, pretending that you’re not here, causing your heart to hurt,

Strike one,

Harry doesn’t seem to be bother by it though, to busy talking with other people and leave you standing yet again around strangers who barely notice your presence. This is going to be a long night,

You are sitting down at the table with Harry besides you and his friends, they are all talking with eachother and shares a few laughs. Leaving you completely out of the conversation and you don’t want to interfere. So you just sit there quietly sipping your drink,

“So, Y/N” you look up to see his friend, Lucy smirking as she starts a conversation with you. Also known as one of his friends who hates you,

Really really hates you,

“How’s Uni going?” She asks, and you didn’t miss an evil glint flashing in her eyes,

But you smile politely at her, silently grateful that she’s talking to you. “Really good actually. Exams are coming up though, been really busy with that studying and projects all those things.”

She hums in response, smacking her lips together before changing the subject that has your eyes wide open,

“Who pays for your tuition again?”

You look bewildered, not exactly expecting that kind of question. “Uhm, i do. Well not entirely, i got the scholarship and it covers about 10,000 so” you laugh lightly,

She looks unsure and steals a glance at her friend who you can assume, Don who shrugs and stares at you in a disgust,

“Mhmm, and it’s not Harry?”

Again, you are shock. You turn around to look at Harry and wonder if he’s going to defend him but he doesn’t. He’s in conversation with someone else,

“Of course not! He has done so much for me and it wouldn’t be fair if i let him pay for it.”

“Fair? Yeah right, like you know anything about fair.” She rolls her eyes and takes a huge gulp of her drink,

You clench your fists and are about to say something to her but you completely stop when you hear a familiar name being called out,

“Kendall?” Harry says in disbelief, but in a good kind of disbelief. He has his smile and everything before completely abandon the table and walk away to greet her,

“Hi, Harry! Congratulations on the award” she says, hugging him tightly and gives him a flirty smile, “hi guys!”

The table smiles and welcomes her, causing you to shrink back in your seat and look down, nervously chewing on her lower lip.

Why the fuck does she has to be here?”

“Oh, Kendall! I didn’t think we would see you here” Lucy fake shock, glancing at you to give you a smirk, clearly wanting to drive you up to the wall.

And God oh God you want to tear her apart. But a smile is the only thing you show, there is no way you’re letting them know that you’re a crier,

“Who’s this?” Kendall spits, looking at you with judgemental eyes making you roll your eyes, “oh, is this your girlfriend Harry?”

He nods, tearing his eyes away from her to look at you only for a split second, like he doesn’t care and continues his conversation with her,

“How are you? God it’s been so long! You look gorgeous tonight” he compliments, twirling her around making her laugh, “gosh, i miss that laugh of yours” he says again to her as she ‘accidentally’ falls against his chest,

Your heart drops again. Strike two,

“We should go out again, sometimes H. I miss you too” Kendall pouts, and he has his finger casually rubs her lip and laughs more,

Harry decides to take her a little further from the table, wanting to talk to her alone which you really don’t get the memo. Not even once glance at you as he walks away, hand clasps around Kendall’s,

You try to ignore the heartbreak and bite your lip not wanting to cry,

“Aw, what’s the matter Y/N? Sad because your boyfriend is taken away from you?” Lucy says in a baby voice, giving you a mocking pout as the rest of the table laugh except for Sarah and Adam,

“Shut up, Lucy. That’s not funny” Sarah snaps, eyes glaring at her as she pulls you closer,

She huffs, “it was a joke, Sarah. Jeez” she laughs, shaking her head

“How’s your family, Y/N? Your mother especially” Don pipes in, winking at Lucy and makes her giggle,

“Don...” Sarah warns, gripping her arm tightly around you,

“She’s fine, thanks for asking” you spit, faking a smile as you gulp your drink,

“Still stuck with the same job? That’s a shame isn’t it?” He says again, now he’s starting to get under your skin,

“Well, how on earth will your mom pays for a living when her job isn’t remotely supporting that?” Don pushes, staring at you but you don’t stare him back only looking away,

“Don... shut the fuck up”

He ignores Sarah and only continues more, “I’m just saying! I mean, won’t you get scared that one day they’ll die of starvation because your mom and dad doesn’t get paid enough?”

“That’s enough!” Adam suddenly yells, slamming his hands on the table as he stands, all of them are looking terrified because Adam is usually one of the most nicest people around and rarely gets angry,

“If all of you don’t cut the shit right now, I’ll get a security to escort all of your asses. Show some fucking respect!”

Don doesn’t seem to be threatened by him, rolling his eyes and relaxes in his seat. “Yeah right, you don’t get to call the shots here buddy. We’re under the name of Styles and so he’s the one who gets to decide wether I should walk out or not.”

Adam has his nose flaring, and if he were a cartoon character you can definitely see the smoke coming out of his ears,

“I swear to God if you let another word coming out of you I’m gonna-“

“There’s no need for that Adam” you speak up lowly, all eyes are now on you. “I’ll go. Thanks for having me” you smile weakly and start to gather your things,

“What? No, Y/N stay. You’re Harry’s girlfriend, he wants you here” Sarah persuades, tugging on your dress,

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “i beg to differ. He seems pretty occupied at the moment” you sadly smile, pointing at Kendall and Harry who are sharing a drink and are standing way too close,

“Bye, guys. See you never i guess” you mumble the last part and walk away from the table and through the crowded place,

You hope that Harry won’t see you because you don’t want to talk to him. You’re too far of being disappointed, all you want is to go home. Your home,

But Harry sees you and the smile quickly drops as he excuses himself from Kendall to run after you, leaving her all pouty and grumpy.

You’re trying to walk faster and steady but it’s hard considering the tears are keep coming out of your eyes, and it’s no use of trying to wipe them away. And you’re too hurt to even care,

Why did Harry ask you to come if the night is going to end like this? You really can’t believe it. You thought Harry cares about you, about your feelings and everything but you’re terribly mistaken. You’ve sacrificed so much for him but he doesn’t seem to care about that,

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing?” You hear him call your name but you just keep walking,

“I’m going home. Just go back inside and have fun for all i care Harry” you harshly says,

He’s surprised by your sudden outburst, not getting why you’re leaving and telling him to go inside without you,

“What do you mean you’re going home? Aren’t you having fun?”

And that is the last straw,

“Fun?” You ask as you turn around to face him, “Harry you left me! With your narcissistic friends who are talking shit about my mom and me right in front of me! But did you know that? no! Of course you didn’t. You left me for Kendall”

He looks angry at you and run his hands over his hair, “we were just talking, Y/N! I haven’t seen her in a while because you are such a jealous bitch that nags and complains about me hanging out with my exes!”

For the hundredth time that night, you ignore the hurtful words coming from your boyfriend and stand on your ground,

“Talking? Talking?! Touching her lips, flirting with her, saying how much you missed her laugh is talking? Jesus, Harry you’re flirting!”

“I did not! Stop saying shit like that! I’m not going to stop hanging out with her just because you’re insecure about everything you don’t have! Money, social life, dream profession. If you’re jealous because she’s prettier and richer, you should stop because you’re only humiliating yourself!” He yells, veins are visible on his neck,

Strike three

That’s when you know, the Harry you used to love is gone. And it feels like your whole world stopped and so does your heart. You can’t even feel it anymore because it appears to be Harry has take it away and crushes it. Without a single care in this goddamn world,

You have no idea that Harry has feel this about you. If he told you sooner, you would’ve understand and let this relationship go. Why didn’t he just tell you if he wasn’t happy? If he was embarrassed of your poor economy or how you look, why didn’t he just break things off tonight? Or months ago?

As much as you hate to admit it, all of your friends were right about him and so are the people around. They warned you about the consequences that might have come along as soon as you signed up to date a rock star like him. What on earth were you thinking? Dating a rich guy who you know for sure fits better with girls like Kendall fucking Jenner. All of this is just a mistake. And unfortunately you have to realize that now,

You stare at him in disbelief, his breathing is heavy and eyes are still burning in anger. His veins are still printed on his neck, no intention of cooling down but he stays quiet. But then he closes his eyes, shaking his head as he realizes everything he had just said was a mistake and he prays to God that you’re not leaving him,

However, you don’t care. You’re already hurt and disappointed at him, even at yourself. How could you never be enough?

“Wow” you humourlessly laugh, sniffling a bit as you turn your head around from him for a moment. “Is that how you honestly feel about me, Harry?”

He shoot his head up and shakes his head rapidly, eyes are now soft begging you to not walk away. “No, no, baby i-“

“Well, i should’ve walk away then. What’s the point of keeping this relationship if we ended up like this anyway?” You calmly say, gesturing both of you with your finger,

He steps closer to you, only for you to take a step back and his heart breaks when you do. His heart breaks even more when you let out a loud sob,

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I- i didn’t mean any of it, honestly. You know i love you so fucking much, right? That was not me, okay? What i just said to you, that was not me. You need to believe me.” He begs, clenching his palms because he’s trying everything in his body to not pull you towards him and just go home,

He doesn’t even want to go back to the club more. He wants to stay with you, he wants to go home with you and run both of you bubble bath and watch a marathon of Sons of Anarchy or Dynasty. He doesn’t care about the people inside anymore,

You shrug your shoulders, shoving your hands ln your pockets. “I don’t know which one is true about you anymore. What i know is that I’m already tired of everything and i just want to go back home. My home. I’m not letting you or your friends talk shit about me and my family again.”

He knows what you mean by that and so he moves closer to you and to his surprise, you don’t move away. He holds your hands so delicately in his, and tears are starting to stream down his cheeks when you refuse to look at him,

“We don’t have to end it, Y/N. Let me fix everything, baby please. I love you, Y/N. If you want me to leave them, i would! No doubt.” He assures you, running his thumb over your skin,

Shaking your head, you yank your hands away from his and look up to his hurtful eyes. You don’t care how many times he’s going to beg, you’ve had enough.

“No. Harry. This will never work. Not anymore. People like me? We don’t get happy endings with people like you. Commoner with commoner, high class with high class. Poor people with poor people, rich people with rich people. That’s the way how it should be.”

You wipe the tears from your eyes, and continue when he doesn’t say anything back.

“I’m sorry if I’m not rich enough for you or beautiful enough to make you feel like you’re the luckiest guy in the world. I am terribly sorry”

“I am the luckiest guy-“

“But it’s okay. I don’t blame you.” You smile softly, placing your cold hand against his stubbled cheek. “You’re a good guy, Harry. A nice one as well, I know that. But maybe, you’re only nice to those who are the same level as you. And that’s not me.”

With a last kiss on his cheek, you remove your hand away and turn around to walk away from the love of your life. He calls out your names in agony, begging you to come back. He tries to catch up to you but soon stops by girls who asks him for pictures and autographs,

You don’t belong with him. You never did

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mixed signals ll aaron & roman & alexander

Discord thread featuring: Aaron & @romanbeckett & @ambrcsials

Mentions: -

When: August 14, 2020

Where: Aaron’s penthouse

Triggers: alcohol

Description: Aaron and Roman take Alex out and show in the nightlife in New York. They get back to Aaron’s pent and Alex misreads some signals from the couple.

Alexander.

Alexander was never really a partier before coming to America. The birthday party that Aaron and Roman got him into was the kick off for it all. They were amazing to him, open and honest, they very much wanted Alex to have the best life he could have and be open about his own life. He told them a lot already, blurting that he never had his first kiss at the party, among other things. He had no experience in love and the two men seemed to be experts. Maybe he was crazy, but he was starting to think they liked him a bit more than a friend at times. He thought that Aaron was flirting with him at the birthday party and they did know that Alex was coming to their office the day he caught them in the act. Sober, he would never think on these things, but another party came around and Alex was just as drunk as last time, luckily this time Aaron was there to take him home. The dorms were strict and being eighteen, if he was caught this drunk, he would surely be sent back home. " Are you sure you don't mind," Alex asked, holding onto Aaron as they walked to his car, " I-I don't want to intrude." He was offered a room at Aaron and Roman's home, or maybe he was invited to stay the night with them.

Aaron.

Aaron felt liked Alex. In a way, Aaron felt like Alex was someone he should help get acclimated to city life. He was a native New York, he had money, he knew all the right people to introduced him to. Who better to help him? He wanted to take him out; give him a taste of what the city was like. They had had a fun night. They'd bounced from Club Delilah in Manhattan, where Aaron had introduced Roman and his new friend to is rich, socialite friends and co-workers who were even bigger dicks than Aaron. Then they moved back to Kingsboro to Cherry Pop, Echo, then Throuple. Aaron knew there was no way Alex would make it back to his dorm in one piece. Of course, Roman and Aaron had offered to take him home. There was no way they were going to let him stumble home himself. Aaron called his driver and the three men piled into the car. "It's fine, it's fine." Aaron insisted, leading him into the car. "You're new to the city and I don't want you getting lost." He told him as the pied into the car.

Roman.

It had been ages since Roman had done this much bar hopping all in one night. He was honestly tired, a little tipsy, and ready to climb into bed. He was happy though that Alex seemed to be having such a good time. The poor boy had never experienced a night like this in his life, and Ro hoped it was a good thing. “Aaron has a guest bedroom you can stay in, and it’s nice. Might as well give it some use.” Roman mumbled while buckling his seatbelt, and then ran a hand through his falling curls. “You good?” He turned to ask Alex, an amused smirk on his face.

Alexander.

It was clear that Aaron and Alex's relationship was mutual, Aaron had a world to introduce Alexander too, including other people in his social class and a wilder lifestyle. Alex on the other hand had people in England to introduce to Aaron, if they ever made it across the pond, and it he hoped his presence grounded Aaron some. A lot of bars and friends were introduced to him tonight, he got the number for a couple dozen people, some were even interested in him! " Thank you mate...the R.A.s won't let me in like this," He admitted, motioning to himself, " Even all suited up nice and proper," a giggle left Alex's lips. Looking to Roman, he nodded with vigor, " I'm great...you guys are awesome and so nice to me, and cute," He said with another giggle, sitting back in his seat and buckling up.

Aaron.

Aaron just laughed to himself and gave his boyfriend a quick glance when the youngest of the three called them cute. He was clearly very drunk and the whole way home Aaron was concerned he’d throw up in his car. Thankfully he did not. His driver dropped them off in front of his building. “Thanks, man. Go home, take off tomorrow, and say hi to the wife for me.” He waved goodbye to his driver as he helped the college student inside his home.

Roman.

Roman, being the caretaker he was, held the boy up the entire way to their flat. Funny, he thought of it as their flat. They were pretty much with eachother all the time anyway, so it was just easy to feel like they had two apartments this point. “You need some water.” Ro advised once they got Alex through the door, and onto the couch. He got him set up with a bunch of pillows, and even helped him take off his shoes. God, he was such a Mum. “You hungry? Cold? Hot? Need anythin’?”

Alexander.

Alex didn't feel nauseous in the least, he felt amazing. Very light and airy and ready to take on the world....and a little sleepy. But he was with his two favorite people in America and he was having a great time. As he was carried to the flat, Alex's hand was wrapped around Roman's side, as well as Aaron's holding on. " Water is nice," Alex admitted, pulling of his bow-tie and suit jacket, he put it aside, now just in his dress-shirt, under shirt, slacks and socks as Roman helped him get his shoes off. " I'm not sleepy yet though, we can sit and talk...you guys are so awesome, I want to get to know you both more."

Aaron.

The three of them had had a fun night overall; Aaron introduced Alex to a lot of prominent people in the city and once they found out out who Alex was related to, he was instantly liked by all of them. Aaron looked over at Ro and gave him a tiny nod, his way of asking him if he could get him some water. Aaron sat down next to the younger on the couch and helped him get comfortable, loosening his tight tie for him. “I can make food. What do you want?” He was going full on dad mode right now. Sometimes he couldn’t switch that off.

Roman.

Ro nodded, and immediately went off to get Alex some water while Aaron decided to father the boy on the couch. They really were acting like the other male’s parents or something, which was ridiculous, but, whatever. Ro was ten years older than Alex after all. He felt like he needed to like...look over him or something. He was back with an ice cold bottle of water for the younger within seconds, handing it over as he ran a hand through his curls, and plopped down on the couch.

Alexander.

Alex didn't know what to think of the two men, they have been on his mind for the past two weeks since he met Aaron. He didn't know what it was about them, but for the first time in Alex's life, he was a bit smitten, over two men, over both of them together. " I'm not all that hungry," Alex admitted, looking up to Aaron, " Thank you...you guys are awesome," Alex admitted, holding Aaron's hand to move him to the couch, Alex leaned up against him and rested his head on his chest, " You guys are becoming my best friends here."

Aaron.

Aaron wasn't exactly sure what to do right now. He didn't want to be rude and push the younger away from him, and he knew he was drunk. Maybe he was just an affectionate drunk. Aaron cleared his throat and looked up at his boyfriend, giving him eyes that said I have no idea. What do I do?. "You okay, man?" He asked. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to him, but again...he didn't want to be rude.

Roman.

Roman had been in a poly open relationship before Aaron. Alex vaguely knew about that, he’d mentioned it before, but for whatever reason, he wasn’t thinking about that right at this moment in time. Instead, he was thinking about the fact that the younger was sprawled out against his boyfriend, and he could feel his cheeks getting a little hot. Alex was drunk though, he knew that, and it’s not like Aaron was asking for this to happen. He wasn’t an overly jealous person. It seemed innocent enough. For now. “Thank you. We’re glad you feel that way. Drink your water, love. You’re probably dehydrated.” He tried to convince Alex.

Alexander.

Alex sat up and drank some of his water. To say that he was nervous was a bit of an understatement. Alex had thought up all of these ways to think that the other's liked him in that way, their talks and seeing them in the office, how open Aaron was about his sex life with Alex and Roman talking about his open and poly relationship. Putting his water down after taking a sip, Alex looked at the other, " You guys have just been awesome...and open and it's been lovely," Alex admitted. " You guys are just...wonderful people, and beautiful...I...when I walked in on you two...I just...wanted to," Alex looked to Roman...then to Aaron, where he leaned over and kissed him.

Aaron.

Aaron’s smile faded quickly. What happened next was unexpected to say the least. What signals had Aaron been giving off that made Alex think that that was something he wanted? He did share a lot about his sex life with Alex, but he was genuinely just trying to give him some advice. Like he had done with Alison when she first started dating Luca. Aaron and Roman were monogamous and, quite honestly, very territorial over each other. Aaron thought that they had made that obvious. “Whoa!” As Aaron immediately pushed Alex off of him, he shot a look over at Roman knowing that what was about to happen next wasn’t going to be pretty.

Roman.

Ro’s eyes went wide when Alex leaned in to kiss his boyfriend, very confused obviously as to what he was witnessing. It didn’t even register at first, because it seemed so unexpected. Roman stood up, and looked at the two, mostly at Alex for obvious reasons, because he knew Aaron didn’t have anything to do with this. Why??? The words were stuck on the end of his tongue as he kept eye contact with Alex, and then swallowed slowly. “I know you’re drunk...and might not fully know what you’re doing. But, please don’t kiss my boyfriend.” Roman tried to say in a steady voice, the look of confusion still in his jade green eyes. “Why did you do that?”

Alexander.

Alex was pushed off and it felt like his was falling a bit as he laid back on the bed. At once his face started to get beet red and heated. " I.." he was a bit choked up, knowing that he made a mistake and feeling so stupid that he made one, " I thought...you said you have been in open relationships and...walking in on you guys and talking with Aaron...I thought you guys wanted me," Alex admitted softly, he was a bit teary eyed, feeling like an idiot in this moment. Sitting back in his seat, as far as Aaron as he could, he was so embarrassed, " You guys have this love that I thought was being open to me and I thought that you two would have been good for my first time...I-I'm so so sorry." Alex couldn't look at either of them.

Aaron.

Aaron felt bad. Well. He felt a lot of things at this moment. Mainly confusion. He was thinking back to what the fuck he could have possibly done to make him think that that was okay. The way he was speaking about Roman to him at Club Echo the other week...Couldn’t he tell that they were in love? Aaron didn’t do polyamory and he most certainly did not like sharing Roman with anyone else. Aaron just thought that Alex was lucky that Roman wasn’t the one he was kissing or else they would be hell to pay. For sure. Aaron just stood up and faced his boyfriend with a confused and fearful look on his face. He wasn’t quite sure what to say without sounding like a completely asshole. It was kind — what he was saying about their love. Which actually made Aaron’s heart happy and if this was a different situation he would be really happy and flattered by that. “What did we do that made you think that?” He said, blinking a few times in complete disbelief.

Roman.

As soon as Alex started tearing up, Roman felt like the biggest asshole to ever walk the earth, especially when he explained himself. He was a sweet boy, innocent, and curious. Was Roman happy that he felt the need to kiss his boyfriend? No, but it’s not like he could blame him for wanting to. Aaron was super attractive, and alluring in so many ways. “Alex...” he sighed, and then sat back down next to the boy, his hand resting on his shoulder. “That’s really sweet, it means a lot that you’d think so highly of us, and I’m sorry if we gave off that impression.” He squeezed the younger’s shoulder. “I have been in an open relationship before, but Aaron and I are exclusive, I’m sorry.”

Alexander.

Alex could tell they were in love, he just thought they had more love to share and that they were looking for someone, not really to be in a trouple with them, but to have a night with them. He flinched a bit when Roman sat next to him, hand on his shoulder, he felt horrible still. " I just thought you were giving me...vibes..I don't know. Like you two..together, when I met, you knew I was coming over but you still, did that, I was thinking it was because you wanted me to see or something," Alex admitted softly, " I'm stupid for thinking so...I'm sorry. I just didn't want to...be with a stranger for my first time and I thought you two could have helped me."

Aaron.

Aaron scratched just head. This was not how he expected the night to end. That’s for sure. Still, he admire his boyfriend’s empathy and kindness. It was something Aaron lacked in these situations. The businessman sat on the couch across from them. He cleared his throat. “Yeah. I’m sorry.” He muttered, trying to follow Roman’s lead by actually being an empathic person for once. That was never a personality trait that Aaron thought was important to have until he met Roman.

Roman.

Roman felt like a steaming pile of shit. Why? He really didn’t guess he should, seeing as how another man had just kissed his boyfriend. But, Alex was young, and he knew the boy was just trying to find his way. The wrong impression had been given, he was clearly sorry, so there was no need to beat him up about it. “Your first time needs to be a big deal, with someone special. I agree it shouldn’t be with jus’ anyone, but maybe a one on one with a guy you really like. It makes it so much better.” He suggested while rubbing the younger’s back comfortingly.

Alexander.

Alex didn't want them to feel bad for him, but it just made him more sad that they felt bad, it was an endless cycle that he didn't really know how to fix. Still, he was in no state to go back to his dorm, he would still be kicked out if coming onto campus like this. " You both are special to me," Alex admitted softly, not really know why he said that, he couldn't stop himself. " I...really like you two."

Aaron.

Aaron didn't quite know how to respond to that. How was someone supposed to respond to that. He scratched his head. "Look..." He began, still trying to find the right words. He was not going to be as nice as Roman, not matter how hard he tried. "You're still welcome to stay here for the night because I am genuinely worried about you getting back." He admitted. "You're a good guy. But it's not like that." He sighed.

Roman.

In another life, maybe this would be something they were open to, helping the boy with his first time. After all, Ro was used to being open, and sex just being sex. Alex didn’t need sex to just be sex though. This was his first time, and maybe people thought it was stupid to think about it that way, but, even after all the people Roman had been with in his life, he never stopped believing sex was better with feelings. The younger needed someone who felt the same for him, and could really connect on that level. “Alex, you’re an attractive guy with a ton to offer. We’re so flattered, please don’t think we aren’t. We’re jus’ exclusive.” He squeezed the other’s shoulder, and looked at him with a sympathetic expression. “Please don’t be upset.”

Alexander.

Alex wanted to get it over with, sure he was a bit enamored by the couple, but if they wanted it to be sex, it could have just been sex. He nodded softly, he was upset, he thought tonight would be his night and that he didn't have to be that virgin anymore, it was going to be a new beginning for him and he didn't want it to be with some stranger...and he didn't really have friends beyond Aaron and Roman. " I'm fine," He lied, " I think I'm just going to head to bed for the night."

Aaron.

Aaron stood up from the couch and loosened his tie. He cleared his throat and glared over at Roman. There were a lot of things swirling around in his mind - mostly what the fuck and the face that him and Ro were going to have to have a long conversation later. "guest bedroom is up the stairs, first door to the left." he said, pointing towards the larger staircase in the middle of his penthouse. "C'mon, I'll show you." He waved for him to follow him up the stairs.

Roman.

Roman bit his lip when he could tell Aaron was a little frustrated with him, though he wasn’t fully sure why. Ro just hated to make anyone feel bad, he was constantly attempting to lift others up. Alex was sensitive right now, and didn’t need to be kicked while he was down. “Guest bathroom’s all set for you. Take more water with you to bed.” Ro advised the boy before standing up, and stretching out his back. “Sleep well.”

Alexander.

Alex took his water and letting Aaron lead the way, he followed the other to the guest room. Once inside, he sat his glass on the nightstand before looking back at Aaron, " I...I'm sorry Aaron...I just, that was stupid of me," He admitted. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took a breath, " You guys have a good night...I'll let myself out tomorrow, no need wake up or anything."

Aaron.

Aaron has a very hard time making eyes contact with Alex at the point. He just lead him to the guest room and shook his head. “Don’t be, bro. It’s okay.” He cleared his throat. Yeah, Aaron was pissed. Not at anyone particularly. Just at the situation in general. He was definitely being a bigger asshole than he needed to right now. But Ro was nice enough for the both of them right? This was just...awkward for him. And he wasn’t quite sure to to process it.

#discord #alexander #roman

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anzanity · 6 years ago

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Dark magic (sequel)

It's been two weeks at the manor. You still dont have your powers, but you also are getting use to not using magic. You have also begun to work on some none magic based protections through artifacts and symbols for the house.

Damian us the only one who truly understands you, while the others are just nice.

Late one night, a storm is roaring and the power goes out. You sigh, annoyed, then you realize that the symbol carved into your bedpost is glowing.

"Oh, for fucks sake. Not now!" You snap annoyed and jump up. You didn't want to admit it, but you were scared.

Then you hear Damian and Dick yelling, trying to make a plan, while running your way.

"The whole table literally bounced off it! Only (y/n) will know what to do!" Damian snaps at Dick as they run straight into you.

You grab hold of Damian, and he grabs to you as you use eachother to spin and stay steady. Dick just falling into the wall.

"What is it?" You say sharply, trying to stay calm.

"Some sort of demon. I don't know." Dick says, panic evident. "Bruce, Tim and Jason are on patrol and Alfred is currently hiding in a secret spot."

"Not secret enough. I... I need my magic to do this right... but I'll make due with what we have. Come quick." You say and rush back into your room.

Once in you pull out a old book and open it to a page and point out a symbol. "Draw this on the floor. Do not mess up the symbols or we all die." You instruct. The boys nod, a little unsure and get to work.

You put together the small portion and pull out a cross from the oldest graveyard in Gotham, guaranteed to have been blessed. Then you curse yourself. You hate having to do things without magic. It is just so risky.

Just as the boys finish, the demon walks in, laughing a raspy, deep laugh. "You think this will stop me?" It says menacingly.

"Only if you step in it." You smirk, then shout out, "ventilabis in captionem!"

Suddenly the demon falls into the circle.

"I know you have to listen to Latin terms, so I don't need it to last long. And I'll be gone before you find me again. Best hope I don't have my magic then, cause I'll see who you really are and end you." You snap.

It looks up at you and glares, its black eyes threatening you. Before it can say anything, you hold out the cross and say the exorsism firmly.

It screams out, hurting your ways and the boys. They cover their ears and stare in shock, as you just continue seemingly unfazed.

Just as you say the final words, it bursts into flames before vanishing from sight.

That's when your resolve breaks. You drop to your knees and breath frantically.

"You did it! See!? You don't need your dark magic to save anyone." Dick says, trying to make you feel better, but failing miserably.

"Shut up! You and your ideas of my magic being dark almost killed us! If I messed up even the slightest bit then it would have been able to break free and kill us! That's why not having my magic is dangerous!" You snap at him angrily.

Damian quickly kneels beside you and pulls you to his chest; you reluctantly give into his embrace.

"I... what? But?" Dick says stuttering.

You stay quiet and that's when Damian speaks. "Her magic isn't dark. It just focuses on controlling demons so she can banish them with ease and use other spells. She doesn't use spells that actually cause harm to people."

"I... but controlling them is dark?" Dick says confused.

"Not how she does it. You guys can't be so black and white with her. Her whole life is walking that fine line. And her magic keeps her safe and everyone safe."

Next thing you know, dick is leaving the room in silence and Damian is stroking your hair protectively. "I'm sorry, (y/n). John must have not counted on it finding you...."

"He never does." You say and look up at him, suddenly he seems to notice the years of pain in your eyes.

"He has put you in situations worse? He used you as bait didn't he." Damian says, a fire growing in his eyes. You just turn your head away,

Three days later, John arrives at the house and smiles at you when you walk into the hall where he and Bruce are talking. "(Y/n)! I'm here to pick you up. Let's go before one of the boys asks me to do a Bloody card trick!"

You walk in the hall and look at him angrily, "give my magic back."

He nods and Bruce hands him the gem, which he then breaks and blows the dust from inside it at you. You relax as you feel the magic return to you then sigh.

"I'm staying here." You state plainly.

John chuckles and grabs your hand, "Don't be ridiculous. Let's go."

That's when Damian steps in and pushes John back, "Do not lay a hand on her. She will stay as she pleases."

John glairs and snaps sneakily, "Don't make me move you, child."

"I put a protection spell on the members of this house with a ritual from your books for non magic people to use. Your spells will bounce back at you." You say firm. "Now leave. John." You snap.

He looks shocked. "Just... keep in touch kid... I'll just be a call away if you need me." He says then before leaving. Bruce looks shocked and you smile, relieved.

Damian looks at you smirking, "what kind of lie was that?"

"The kind of lie only a dabaler of the 'dark arts' and student of the master of cons could pull off." You say with a smirk in return.

Bruce raises an eyebrow at you two, "I will say this one time, magic is forbidden in this house unless for protection."

"So it isn't dark?" You question him.

"Damian made it clear that it isn't." Bruce says and walks off. You can't help but to smile at Damian.

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spnskinnyballs · 6 years ago

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Mr Stranger

Summary- It was purely by coincidence that you were paired up with this particular mystery man in a random chat roulette site on a Thursday evening. (Not one of your finer moments) Charming his way into your little life as Mr Stranger how long can you two really keep the anonymity between you?

Pairing - Jensen x Reader

Word Count - 1,984

Warnings - Swearing, dick pics

A/N - I know we’re all strangers talking to eachother on here but stranger danger is real be safe kids!

Part One

Series Masterlist/ My Masterlist

“Thank you but i really don’t need help finding a man.” You called over to your coworker as you pulled your bag out of your locker.

“Of course you don’t need my help i’m just saying that it’s been a while and honestly honey you need to get laid.” Lucy whispered back to you a laugh dancing on her lips as your eyebrows rose comically at her.

“I do not!” She simply looked pointedly at you holding your gaze before you sighed, “Oh god i really do don’t i?” Earning a sympathetic nod she placed a hand on your shoulder as she pulled her handbag on with her free hand. “Yeah hun, you really do.”

Groaning at her you shut the door of your locker and the two of you walked out the staff room to make your way to the parking lot. “I can’t even remember the last time that i went on a date, ugh it’s so much effort i really don’t know if i can do that anymore!” Whining at this realisation Lucy simply laughed at you. “You’re way overthinking this, you don’t have to find someone you like then go on 3 dates before you bang anymore, hun this is the 21st century the world is full of dating apps designed purely to get you laid!”

“You cannot be serious?” Rolling your eyes at her you fumbled for your car keys, it wasn’t that you were opposed to dating apps or casual hook ups at all, it was just something that you had never done before. “What would i even do, just sign up to tinder or something?”

“Yeah you could do. Just open up an account, swipe who you like and then talk to the guy. You don’t have to meet up with anyone that you don’t want to and if you do want to just let me know where you’re going. Safety first at the end of the day.” Mulling this over and agreeing with the safety comment you threw your bag in the passenger seat as you leaned over the top of your car as Lucy continued talking about the wonders of the internet to improve your sex life.

“And if meeting a stranger for sex is too much you could always ease into it first, it’s something i haven’t done for years but when i was feeling a little ‘Pent up’ I would totally log onto one of those anonymous chat roullete sites and have a little fun if you catch my drift.” She waggled her eyebrows at you as her smile grew bigger at the memories.

“Lucy literally everyone know what you mean, you’re ridiculous. I’ll see you tomorrow!” With a laugh you stepped into your car and shut the door making your way home for the evening. Once you had settled on the couch with something to eat and had an old episode of Friends on the tv your mind started to wander back to that conversation. Well honestly it hadn’t left that conversation, it had been months since you’d been with a man and while it was time for you to get back into the swing of things you had been with your ex for years and this all felt like foreign territory once again.

Maybe the internet was a way of making this whole thing so much less stressful, making your way into the kitchen you poured yourself a large glass of wine and took a generous mouthful as you settled back on the couch pulling your laptop into your lap. Taking in a deep breath you opened up the browser and loaded up one of those anonymous chat sites that you hadn’t used since you were probably a teenager, tilting the screen so that the webcam was pointing away from your face you dove in.

It only took a few seconds before you matched with someone and were greeted by a very clear image of a man sitting with a very exposed hard on.

Nope. More wine.

Leaving the chat immediately you almost downed your glass of wine before bouncing into the kitchen to decide that it would be best if you just brought the whole bottle into the other room with you. Refilling the glass you gave yourself a pep talk and settled back into your seat, this was exactly what you went onto this site for to test the waters of talking to a man while staying anonymous in the safety of your own home. You could do this. Maybe just don’t start with talking to the guys who already had their junk out waiting for you.

Taking a sip you joined another chat, this time you were greeted by a man who had the webcam, similar to you, pointing away from his face. What you could see however was a pair of jean clad thighs, a black t shirt and bare forearms. Okay, this was doable. Definitely a man, definitely not a penis in sight.

Settling your glass next to your leg you simply typed in a ‘hey’ with a smiley face. He responded immediately with a ‘Hi, how are you?’

Smiling you wrote back ‘I’m good thanks, just relaxing with a glass of wine. How about you?’ You lifted the glass up to show the camera before bringing it up out of view so that you could drink it. Looking at the screen Mr Stranger brought a beer out of view to nod it at the camera before it dissapeared up to his mouth just as yours did.

‘Sounds lovely sweetheart, i’m just here because i lost a bet and my dumbass friends thought it would be funny to make me go on here and see a load of guys with their dicks out haha’

‘They sound like great friends!’

‘Yeah they’re assholes’

‘So, come across many dicks in your travels then?’

‘More than i’d like to see on a thursday evening. Pleasantly surprised to see that you’re not one of them, although the guys are arguing about whether talking to you is cheating’

‘Well i’m glad that i could add a little variety to your evening and definitely not cheating. It’s not our fault that chat roulette managed to put two people together who don’t have their junk out’

‘Haha definitely it’s basically a miracle, we should appreciate that!’

‘Yeah, i agree and not that i’m using you or anything but i think i’d prefer to stay here with you than try my luck with the others’

‘Well sweetheart you’re making me blush!’

‘Well the bar is set very low but hey a compliments a compliment!’

Reaching out to pour yourself another glass of wine you watched as the mystery man read your comment and he let out a whole body laugh. As he fell backwards into the sofa more of his body came into view and your eyes were drawn to the muscles that danced in his biceps.

Oh my.

As you finished your third glass of wine you found that the conversation had flowed so naturally and jokingly that almost half an hour had passed. Legs of another man came onto the small window as you could see him looking at the conversation you were having on the other side of the screen, you moved your hand to the camera eyeline to wave to the tall stranger. It took a few seconds but when they noticed you you could tell they were both laughing as the standing stranger moved to give you a dorky double handed wave, his large hands almost taking up the whole screen. The smaller of the men batted his hands away as he typed out his message to you ‘Sorry my friend wanted to see what was keeping me so entertained. I’ve had fun but i’ve got to go now sweetheart :(’

The smile that you were unaware was even gracing your face dropped as soon as you saw he was saying his goodbyes. ‘Oh really? That sucks, you’ve definitely made my evening more enjoyable :(’

‘I’m sorry, early morning and my friends being annoying and kicking me out of his place, jerk.’

‘Total jerk. How selfish of him.’

‘I know i was having fun, maybe we could do this again sometime?’

‘What both agree to go on here tomorrow and search with random people until we find eachother again? Haha’

‘Well we could but i think that would bring me way over my dick quota for the week. Maybe i could just text you sometime instead?’

Biting your lip you read and reread his sentence, he was asking for your phone number. Immediately your brain shouted no. Why would you give your number to a stranger, that wasn’t safe but on the other hand you had gotten on so well and he was fun to talk to, it’s not like you were telling him your address or anything. The seconds passed as you deliberated and you saw his hands dance across the keyboard on your screen.

‘It’s okay sorry, i could be a murderer or anything i won’t be offended if you don’t want to give me your number’

‘No it’s fine, like i don’t think that you send off any murder vibes haha no it’s okay i’ll give you my number but if you turn into some psycho stalker or something i am so going to kick your ass.’

‘Hahaha deal. Promise i’m not a murderer or a stalker but if i turn out to be i’ll give you a free pass’

‘You’re such a gentleman, who says chivalry’s dead! Here you go. Just please don’t ring me in the middle of the night or give out my number or anything okay’

‘Just for my eyes only, thank you for trusting me. I’ll send you a text later so that you’ve got mine too but the same rules apply to you i’m afraid’

‘Oh damn and here i was so excited to stalk some random guy i met on a chat roulette site, living the high life’

‘Bye stranger, thanks for the fun. Talk to you soon x’

‘Good night, same back to you i had a really great time x’

With a final wave and a hesitant close of the screen you said goodbye. Closing the laptop you smiled to yourself making your way to your bedroom, time really had got away from you and you were usually in bed by this time but god that was fun. You talked to a cute guy and had a really great conversation, you drank wine and you didn’t even have to leave your living room, it was just like a date but so much better.

A mixture of excitement and panic bubbled in your chest as it sunk in that you gave a complete stranger off the internet your phone number but that was okay right? If worse comes to worse you could always just block him or even get a new number. This was fine, if he was a guy you met at a bar you would have given him your number so why not a stranger you met in a chat room?

You rationalised the decision all the way up until you were tucking yourself into bed, falling under the covers with a smile taking over your face you nestled into the sheets for a minute inhaling the calming scent of lavender as you heard your phone buzz next to you. Leaning over you grabbed it to see a text from an unknown number, taking in a deep breath you opened your screen to read it in it’s entirity.

‘Hey sweetheart, just wanted to give you my number so that we could at least stalk eachother, fairs far. My names Jay by the way in case you were wondering but i think i’m cool with Mr Stranger too, i’ll let you be the decider on that one. Sweet dreams x’

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kylo-ren-writes · 6 years ago

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Secret

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Request: two anon’s requested:

“If it's okay, can I take a request where reader was homeless but Kylo found her on one of his missions and he took her to the Finalizer as his lover/concubine. And they fell in love”

“Kylo and the reader hiding their relationship, but like every time they pass each other in a hall they feel like they fall in love all over again and kylo just wants them right there and then but still wants to keep the relationship secret”

Warnings: normally I think my fics are gender neutral-ish, but this one isn’t. A little nsfw.

Tag List: @beautifulbows924 @celestiaelisia @bluudhavens @majestic-sith-queen @just-another-starwars-fangirl

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought they fit well together! Hope you enjoy them! (Gif not mine!)

Kylo glanced in your direction discreetly as he pretended to listen to whatever it was that General Hux was saying.

He sat at the head of a long table in a room where meetings regarding the First Order were held. Hux was giving one of his oh so inspiring proposals that Kylo only knew he would most likely decline later.

Even though the General was smart, something Kylo would never admit out loud, him and Hux always had conflicting ideas concerning the direction the First Order was going in now that it was under Kylo’s rule. Kylo also, and more admittedly, liked to allow Hux to talk just so he could crush his dreams after the whole spiel.

Childish? Maybe. But Kylo didn’t care. He got enjoyment out of it, and he could also use the time that he was supposed to be listening to Hux, to watch you. Kylo loved to observe you.

You didn’t noticed Kylo’s gaze, you were hurriedly taking down notes of what General Hux was going on about. You did not want to displease anyone, especially Kylo.

Kylo had saved you, a long time back, from your poverty stricken home planet that was newly underneath the First Orders rule.

You had been completely on your own and homeless, carelessly, but accidentally, bumping into the First Order Leader who you did not even recognize as such beforehand.

His hard body had pushed you backwards onto the dirty ground where mud stained your already stained dress. Your tailbone had stung from the impact of the ground, but you had been quickly lifted off of it by a pair of, who you now knew as, stormtroopers.

The stormtroopers had gripped onto your thin arms and lifted you from the ground harshly with barely any weight to you. Having been starving, it left you nearly weightless to the four hands. They presented you to their Supreme Leader, where his scrutinizing, dark gaze surveyed you from top to bottom.

You had trembled in the troopers grasps, barely able to even glance at the towering man before you. He was huge, with not only his height but with the build of his body, that not even the blackness of his ensemble could hide. It terrified you.

From beside the terrifying and tall man stood a slightly shorter one. He was easier to look at with his orange hair and a face that only pinched in disgust—for you—rather than anger. You nearly hoped that they would kill you for obviously disrespecting someone important. But they hadn’t, obviously.

Kylo hadn’t been exactly angry at you for bumping into him. He had barely even noticed you and something about how fragile and weak you seemed stroked his ego a bit.

You had looked terrified at his booted feet, unable to even look him in the eye. You had been emaciated and dirty, obviously homeless with no real place to go. Most of the planet had been. He was almost about to let you go, to allow the stormtroopers accompanying him and Hux to shove you aside so they could continue on their way, but then Hux had made a comment that made Kylo reconsider.

The General has scoffed and turned away from the girl, obviously disgusted. He was all prim and proper, and prissy, after all. “Maybe you could take the girl home, Ren. Make her a pet. With a little tidying up, she wouldn’t be bad to look at.”

Kylo had furrowed in his dark brows, the imagine in his head. Hux had said something else after, but he hadn’t caught much. Something about using her so he wouldn’t take out his frustrations on the General no longer and throw fits. Instead of dwelling on it, however, he dwelled on you, in his quarters, on your knees serving him. He could see you in his bed where he hovered over you, filling you with his cum as he took out all his pent up anger out in this action.

The thoughts made the dick in his pants stir and he snapped out of it.

You were still trembling down before him, little arms bruising from the grip the troopers had on them.

Kylo made his decision, being the naturally impulsive creature that he was. The stormtroopers had taken you back to his ship with his order where you stayed, fearing for what the men would do to you. But nothing had happened, and when the two men had returned, they ignored you, especially the ginger who payed extra attention in making sure that you knew he was purposely treating you as if you weren’t there.

Not even the man, who you had heard the ginger call ‘Ren’, payed any attention to you. What did he want with you? Was he going to punish you for disrespecting him? Torture you? Kill you? You had assumed all of the above.

None of that had happened, however. After the ship had landed onto another, much, much larger ship, the ginger man had left and ‘Ren’ had taken you to, what you assumed were, his quarters.

Of course you now knew his name was Kylo and you stayed in his private quarters with him.

A droid had cleaned you up, bathing you and combing out the knots from you hair. You had been given a meal, which you had instantly scarfed down, and new clothing that had felt silky and soft. Not cheap and worn like your dirty, old dress.

Kylo had taken care of you and offered you the essentials to staying alive in exchange for you being his “concubine,” or, his mistress. Even though it was ridiculous and demeaning, you willingly served his every need, eagerly, too. You hadn’t met a single person in your entire existence that had offered you so much kindness. Kylo was the first.

As time went on, you grew closer to the Supreme Leader. At first your relationship had not been anything, other than him using your body to release that tension you could always feel in his muscles. But then things slowly changed, and the two of you grew closer.

Kylo never had the intention of falling in love, as cheesy as it sounded, but that’s exactly what had happened. He fell for you, and as you shared the intimate moments with him, they became not just about him anymore, but also about you. Kylo catered to your needs just like you had to him over the course of a few months. It was a nice change, a change that you found yourself enjoying. And Kylo enjoyed it too, pleasing you.

Just as Kylo had fallen in love with you, you fell in love with him, too. How could you not? Even when he had no regard for you, he never treated you badly. He had given you everything you could have possibly needed and more. Now he did care for you, and you cared for him.

Your relationship was kept secret, however, Kylo preferred it that way. He didn’t want people sticking their noses in where they didn’t belong. The only other person that knew somewhat of you two was General Hux. Although, Hux didn’t know that you loved eachother, only that you fucked each other, or according to him, that Kylo fucked you. But Kylo wasn’t going to tell him any different and you didn’t want him to. You liked keeping what you had with Kylo between just the two of you. It made meetings like now, fast forward to the present, easier without the stares you undoubtedly would receive.

As far as every important figure—and less important—knew, you were just an officer that worked on the command bridge. But both Kylo and you knew differently, and that’s why Kylo found himself having a hard time keeping his cool right now in front of all his officers.

Every time Kylo saw you outside of your shared quarters, he wanted you.

In the hallway against a wall. On the command bridge bent over your desk. Right now, in this very room, Kylo wanted to fuck you over the table and on his lap, letting you bounce on his dick. He would even settle for you sucking him off underneath the table while he pretended to listen to Hux give his speech, while everyone else remained oblivious.

But Kylo couldn’t do any of that right now, no matter how badly he wanted to. Everyone would know about you and him, and he wanted to keep it a secret. It was none of their business, anyway. So Kylo sat there and admired you instead. He wished you were glancing at him, too, but he knew how carefully you did your job and how determined you were. You didn’t want to mess up. But even if you did, Kylo wouldn’t be angry.

You were so sweet and loving, a life of hardships and poverty rendering you strong but kind. Kylo watched as you took notes and he almost wanted to interrupt you and tell you that it wouldn’t be necessary. But he didn’t. He couldn’t, really.

It wasn’t until the end of the meeting when you finally were able to relax from taking notes. Your hand was sore from the effort but you definitely would not complain. You were beyond grateful to even be here, and you knew it was because of Kylo that you were.

Thinking about Kylo, you glanced over to where he was seated at the head, already finding him staring at you. You blushed, biting your bottom lip as couldn’t help your eyes from roaming over his handsome face.

You were so in love with Kylo, and so grateful and happy for everything he had done for you. He was amazing and kind, and you knew he genuinely loved you, too.

Kylo gave you a look, a look that you knew as want and hunger. You wondered if he had even been paying attention to the meeting at all, but knowing him, you knew he probably hadn’t been.

Standing up after Kylo dismissed everyone, you pretended to pack away your materials slowly, waiting to be the last one out. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Kylo staying where he was seated.

Once everyone was out of the room and it was just the two of you, you looked back over at him, offering him a grin. “You hadn’t been paying attention to a single thing General Hux was saying,” you accused.

Kylo gave you an amused expression, gesturing for you to come to him. You obeyed. “Maybe, but how could you expect me to? All he does is talk.”

You stood beside Kylo, and he carefully turned his swiveled chair to face you. “Some of his ideas don’t sound too bad,” you giggled.

“But they aren’t my ideas,” Kylo stated and reached out for you, pulling you into his lap.

Rolling your eyes, you giggled again, straddling his massive thighs as you sat comfortably on top of him, arms wound around his neck. You played with the ends of his dark hair. Instead of replying to him, you began to press kisses to his face instead. “I love all of your ideas,” you finally said. “But you have to admit, Hux did have one great idea.”

Kylo frowned for a couple seconds then smiled one of those rare smiles he only ever offered you. “You’re right,” he admitted. “The only idea from him I’ve ever liked.” Kylo arms tightened around you and he locked his lips with yours, kissing you deeply.

You returned his kiss, smiling into it as you pressed yourself closer to him. You felt an overwhelming wave of love consume you, making your eyes tear up the slightest.

Kylo disconnected his lips from yours so he could gaze at you, but frowned instead when he noticed your watery eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked. He feared suddenly that you weren’t so happy with him.

You shook your head and smiled, wiping the tears from your eyes before they could fall. “I’m just so... happy,” you confessed. “You’ve given me so much, and offered me so many opportunities. I’m so grateful to be here, with you... I just love you so much.”

Eyes widening the slightest, Kylo pressed you closer to him and kissed the corner of your mouth. He knew that you loved him, he could sense it, but hearing you say it with so much emotion in your voice... it was almost overwhelming.

“I love you, too, and I would give you anything you could ever want and more. I would give you everything.” Kylo pressed your face into his chest and he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

You couldn’t stop the river of happy tears from trailing down your face as you cried into him. Kylo was everything you could possibly dream of, and you truly did love him. More than anything.

Kylo went from desire to content as he held you in his lap, large hand rubbing your back as he kissed your head over and over. He knew your tears weren’t sad, but he still wanted to soothe them. He never liked to see you cry. Seeing you weak and fragile didn’t satisfy him like it did the first time he ever saw you. Not anymore and never again. With him, you would never starve or want for anything. He would truly give you it all, and more than willingly.

Because Kylo loved you more than anything, and you loved him.

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allmyluckwentintofacebookpoker · 5 years ago

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Cara Mia

i wanted to write about this so I don’t ever forget it because it was such a wonderful experience i didn’t ever want to forget it

Tuesday night, 27th of August

I went to leave and you came to my car, I’ve already forgotten if you were planning to drive back to your Dads or just head back inside, but you sat in my car while some music played, we spoke lightly, I remember I told you about how I was going to message you with some not so fun thoughts when I got home because I didn’t want to leave you on a negative note but I wanted to be open about the things that I experience. You were supportive of it, you always are, we made a few jokes, it was sweet, I asked you something to gauge if you wanted to come with me or go back inside, I didn’t know what I was thinking at first, there was some heavy song playing (el chapo?) and I felt like driving fast, you were in my car and I didn’t want you not to be, so I thought hey, I might as well start driving.

I felt a bit funny, I knew that too much time together could be dangerous, or so I believed it, and was ready to go, but truth be told I knew I’d miss you, always hard saying that goodbye, maybe it’s not just that, or it’s not that at all, and all it is, is the fear of letting a good day end, no wonder we didn’t let any end for days and days and days

Then I said hey, how about Lancelin, we had to postpone days earlier because we were having too much fun swapping out a tyre and used up all the daylight, and I don’t know that even for a second you stopped to think no, and just like that we were going to Lancelin, we weren’t really prepared, mentally physically or financially haha but we had eachother and that seemed just fine, it seemed like that was all we really needed. So we drove, hit the gas station first, got some goodies, I remember something about you making a skink meme, very nice very nice, I remember being happy having you there, I got two monsters, you had one off the bat and said you liked it. We went into KFC to get some last minute food for our little road trip, we waited long enough they gave us an extra large chips and I remember we sat in the parking lot eating it.

It’s funny to me the moments you love someone, it’s not necessarily when they’re beautiful, when they’re shining, when they’re at their best or trying hard, it’s just moments like that, sitting in a car at 10pm having KFC with them, and they’re just telling you about their life, and their thoughts, and everything they do is simply - them; that’s when you’re reminded you love them, I think that that’s very real, or maybe that’s unique to me and that’s what love is for me. I loved you, and I loved that moment, funny to me that of all the moments to think back on that night, that was a great one, sitting in my car with your pink pajama pants.

So we started driving, and we got to talking about some pretty interesting things, mostly questions based off of that political compass quiz, and we were discussing our thoughts on all these different questions and I loved it all so much, I think that was such a unique experience that I wouldn’t be able to have with anybody else, whether it’s the way you asked the questions, the way you’d listen to my answer, we’d discuss, talk it out, express our opinions but come together always, that was lovely, all on such a gentle drive, I had the music muted I remember because your voice was faint, and for most of the time I didn’t want to touch that volume dial because your faint and gentle voice was too sweet to be drowned by music, I wasn’t going to risk tainting that insightful experience with you.

There was a construction crew a ways up towards Lancelin, an event in progress maybe, we took a detour up Cowalla road then to K.W, something about it was lovely for me, a change of pace, something new, exciting, backroads and new sights, how quiet the roads were out there, I really enjoyed the experience, I felt like I was exploring the world at large, and I felt good doing it with you by my side

I remember throughout the night how we’d have little spouts of excitement from the spontaneity of going to Lancelin, we spoke about it in the line at KFC, I think we spoke about it as we left the freeway, getting closer to Lancelin we spoke about it again, how exciting it was to just drive, and when we got to Lancelin I remember feeling hyped with you, excited, we’d done it.

I think that people show emotion differently, some can put a filter on it, some can channel it, some have power over some emotions and some don’t have power over others, some embrace that raw output of emotion, and I think there have been plenty of times when I’ve seen you smile, where I’ve seen you light up with positivity that makes me think, it makes me feel your happiness, that’s heartwarming to me, seeing you happy at something

And we got there, and I remember how pretty you looked in my passenger seat as I pulled into that park by the shops, how I thought of you, the way you looked up at me in that seat. The sprinklers turning on about 0.2 seconds later stopping us from laying on a blanket out in the park, looking at the stars, but that’s finneee, I still had you.

Goes in the same way we were talking about the day before (the day of?) at Ikea, about how anything is good with your partner, as long as you’ve got one another it’s all well and fine, and even if it started raining, and the car broke, and we couldn’t call anybody, I felt in that moment, with you there, everything and anything would have been just fine, I find myself happier facing obstacles lately, I think that’s the effect of love, quite powerful for the soul, I think everybody deserves something to love and something about them to be loved, if not their whole self

We started wandering around, I thought there might have been a water fountain nearby we could have used to fill up the water bottles for our little sandboarding trip, I remember how pretty you looked with my business coat over your top, and those pink PJ pants below, very, very adorable, I remember your face, you looked sleepy, in a cute way, you looked comfortable, you looked so beautiful, anyway your dumb ass came up with the idea to make some cursed images which were pretty fucking fun hahah, kinda impressed with our ability to make those I think maybe we oughta change careers huh

Bit of kissing, bit of hugging, bit of loud idiots waking up people that live nearby (probably) (sorry), we went back to the car, headed over to the dunes, I remember the way that I’d ask you how you were feeling and you’d bounce with energy through your whole body and a heartwarming smile saying you were excited, whether that was for sandboarding, or lancelin in general I can’t remember, but the image I’ll thankfully always remember, we parked up, got our goodies, I put on my classic gym shorts for my elite sandboarding moves, which obviously were too good for you because you couldn’t stop commenting on my golden thighs obviously out of jealousy (obviously) and slowly walked to the dunes haha.

It was fun, we spoke about how you could write a horror movie about the open dunes in darkness, our torch was even flickering, you kept being sweet and asking me how I was walking bare feet on the rocks, I’m just glad I had the thongs for you really, we hit the dunes and you were obviously way more badass than me because here I am ready to go down a little one and you were keen like you were in the major leagues, kinda hot. Anyway, I left the wax in the car like a fuckass and we failed to go down one a little one, got stuck about 1 metre down it, came back, you went down a big hill and talked about leaving the torch there? something arather, I put the backpack down (in case I was gonna stack it), and you said we could roll down the hill together, which was totally ridiculous, but hey I went down on the board, got stuck after a metre, and your cute ass came and jumped me and we started rolling, together, in my arms I loved you so very much in that moment, I remember saying who thought rolling in sand could be so romantic.

We went back slowly over the rocks again, you tried giving me a single thong and I said NUP, I remember you had all these funny accents you were showing me, I loved the english one, you sounded like an entirely new person, like my girl had vanished and been swapped out with a young english chav that’s gonna steal my cash for cigs, loved that too, you’d apologize a lot for it as if I didn’t like it, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you’d been in such shoes before and hadn’t been as appreciated, it didn’t matter in that moment nor does it matter now, I appreciated it, I appreciated you, I hope you know that I always do, and always will appreciate you, plus I thought the accents were pretty great, you also kept walking in front of me which was adorably misguided.

We went back to the car, and drove to the beach with sand all through the car, found our way to a carpark and debated, in the cold of the night, how good skinny dipping would be. I think truthfully we’re both inherently idiots because of course, we decided to go and /check it out/, bringing a towel, we got there, put down most of our stuff, I remember you were pulling up your PJs to above your knees so we could test the water with our feet annnndd, I decided I’d come up to you and just take off your PJs, cute girl in her underwear on an isolated beach under beautiful stars, how absolutely lovely that memory was, we tested the water thinking it’d be horrible, I looked at you and you were looking at me, we both said it wasn’t so bad, I remember what you looked like, that whole moment, it all looked like love

We started running back, I ran past and tried to grab your hand in that frantic run to get our clothes off and get our little skinnydipping session started, I remember hearing you laughing as I ran past you, even as I write this I’m smiling, we got there, got our clothes off, you were gorgeous in the moonlight, I’ll never forget that, we were naked but all in all I remember your face, and I remember your eyes, I remember how gorgeous you were, a million times prettier than the first time we met on another beach, and even then, you were as pretty as a man can describe. We ran back into the water, holding hands, I remember you screaming because of how much colder it was when the water started to splash - and it was cold, we went up to the height of our hips, maybe a bit higher, I remember we were laughing and laughing, and then we got close, for just a moment, and I held you, and it just felt so good, everything was just great, we bolted ass out of there to get warm again.

I don’t think we were in there for any more than a minute. I remember my briefs were covered in sand so I just put on my thin gym shorts and the wind had its way with me whether I liked it or not, you looked nice and snug, we walked back up the path and I felt very content, funny the things that feel good when you’re in love, going in the water at 2 in the morning cold, for love, and god was it worth it.

Got in the car, heater to full, You were getting sleepy and I remember saying you could fall asleep if you wanted to, we started driving back home, the construction was gone so we went the main road back, listening to very gentle music, the kind of music that might have made me sleepy, but I believe I was happy in a deep level enough that I didn’t even let myself be tired, I also felt quite a sweet sense having you rest your head in my passenger seat, you were awake, but you were so cute, I kept looking at you, putting my hand on your thigh, again, a moment I fall in love all the more.

Told you once about a time where I was driving lots of people back home after their driver had crashed, and they all fell asleep and a unique sense of what I imagine is a parental pride to protect them comes over you, like you gotta look after them, it’s kind of sweet, I had that for you in that moment, you were at such rest and I wanted to make sure you were comfortable, you felt safe, that you were happy to close your eyes and fall asleep right there and then, I wonder why it is I have that thought, you told me you had a similar experience driving someone and feeling that funny feeling (which prompted me to tell you about my experience), I wonder if it’s the same sort of thing for you, I wonder what it is that makes us feel that way, people are so curious

We got back to Joondalup, we hit mcdonalds and I remember all you wanted was an icecream cone, their machine was cleaaninngg and so I said we could go to hungry jacks, after saying its okay a hundred times because you are wonderfully modest you changed your mind breaking out with a laugh and a cheeky smile asking for a caramel sundae at hungry jacks, we went there, it was lovely, I love you, just having that spontaneous thought, not sure that you’ll read this far into this hahah but I’m just, good vibes good vibes

Dropped you off, was a lovely night, it really was, as I write this I’m even thinking I wish I was in bed writing this on a laptop with you laying across my lap, Love you as ever Cara Mia

You know, we had been hanging out for a few days at a time, and when it came to me leaving I went to the car and you moseyed to it, and sat in it, and you didn't sit in it for me, you sat it in because your mum was away and you didn't want to be lonely in a house, so I went for a drive and you just happened to be there, and then we went to Lancelin. It was a distraction for you; I didn't enjoy your presence at the start there, I think you were sick of me, or you needed to get your energy back to be social, I don't know, maybe I just didn't like who you really are, but I didn't act any different because you were my girl, and I wrote all of this because of that too.

If I think of my life as a romance then I get to live out a romance, right? No, obviously not. I just extracted the nicer parts of that night. I think I need to react more to my gut when those moments come up, that would be good.

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bloodgulchblue-blog · 7 years ago

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In The Shade - a RvB fic

Grif can tell Sarge what they weren't doing parked in the shade for 2 hours.

Rating: M // Length: 2549 words // Pairing: Grimmons Tags: some sappiness, some nsfw, some angst, who knows where i was going with this one? not me!

“What were you doing parked in the shade for two hours?” “Well, I can tell you weren’t doing...”

"I'm stopping here, I need to catch my breath." Grif said, driving back behind a huge pillar of rock and into the shade it created. "You know, you have a really good arm with that stuff. I never would have thought you could hit that foot-shaped boulder with the dynamite. Where did you get that stuff anyway?" "Sarge keeps a large stash of it by his nightstand... I always thought it was kind of odd, but since I'm the only other one allowed in his room since he hates you and Donut can't even find his way around the fucking base, I can borrow some whenever I want to," Simmons was speaking with a matter-of-fact tone as he fidgeted with his helmet. He stopped as he finished his sentence to face Grif again. "Why does he hate you so much, anyway?" "Some people just make mistakes, I guess. I'm pretty awesome, so I mean, it's his loss." Grif was crossing his arms now, and Simmons narrowed his eyes behind his visor and sighed dismissively. "Yyyeah, nevermind, I remember why.. Okay. Anyways, I'm starting to get a bad feeling about parking here." Looking down at the floor of the jeep below him, he couldn't pinpoint what was making him feel weird. "What? Why? Simmons, don't tell me you miss Sarge that bad already, we've been gone like fifteen minutes." "Huh? No! Don't be stupid, it's the jeep, it sounds different." "Sounds different? Man, you're hearing things now. You're losing it for real." "No, I'm not." Simmons was losing patience for his orange-armored teammate. Though, honestly he had none to begin with. "Loosen up, Dimmons. We're just stopping for a little bit anyways." Grif was having none of it and slid down in his seat, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. He fully intended to take a nap. "Wait, 'Dimmons'?" Simmons asked, unsure whether to even be offended. "Yeah, Dimmons. Like, dim. As in not bright. See? You didn't even catch something simple like that. Dimmons." The maroon-armored man just stared at him. "That is the dumbest thing you've ever come up with. It's almost impressive." he remarked. Grif didn't respond, just sunk lower in his seat. So the silence began. It had been about five minutes and all the sound there was was the low rumble of the Warthog; And five minutes of silence is a long fucking time in Blood Gulch. Simmons was fidgety from the feeling of anxiety regarding the Warthog, but Grif couldn't be more relaxed. Simmons looked around for something to do. His sight caught the dynamite again for a second, but he decided that wasn't the best idea. He briefly thought about how he wished Grif was even capable of having second thoughts like that. The Warthog shifted as Grif sat up some. "I'm bored." "Let's go back then. The jeep is being weird." "It's the same as it was ten minutes ago, Simmons. Just let it go," "I'm serious!" "You're always serious, could you take it easy for a while? Jeez, I should expect nothing less from the kiss-ass." Grif sneered. Simmons groaned. "Fine, but when something goes wrong- not if, when- you do not get to blame it on me. And I get to say I told you so." "Fine. Tightass."

Ten minutes went by. Vague conversation led to deeper questions and discussions about things going on in the Gulch. Simmons seemed way more into the discussion than Grif unless Grif was the one talking. It was actually sort of nice; It was refreshing compared to the constant ridiculous grumbling and bickering. They were both thinking it.

“So, what I’m saying is, honestly, who fuckin’ cares which side of the canyon we’re on, whichever color we’re wearing or anything like that?” Grif threw his hands up in a heated shrug, nearly knocking one into Simmons’s helmet. “Jesus... Yeah, I mean you’re right, it’s pretty goddamn stupid.Especially given that it’s a canyon, with no fucking merit to have control over anyway. Not to mention the fact that you’d do the same amount of not working on either side.” Simmons agreed, holding Grif’s hand away from his helmet. The orange tinted soldier pulled it away and shifted in his seat to face him more.”Dude, I don’t even know what you guys look like.” he stated with a voice of discontent. That clearly had been on his mind for a while. There was a pause.

“Take your helmet off.”

“What? No! Why? You take your helmet off!”

“Okay, fine. Show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

“Don’t say it like that. Why would I do that? I’d probably die if I did.”

“Why would you die? Stop being a baby and take it off; Look, same time,” Grif put his hands on the sides of his helmet, ready to pull it off. Simmons knew Grif may be lazy, but that never stops him from being stubborn as hell when he wants something. He can be stubborn as hell about being lazy as hell. But right now, he wanted him... Wait, that sounded weird. Scratch that. Simmons caved.

“Fine, same time. God this is so fucking stupid.” he remarked, but his hands went up to his helmet anyways. “Ready?”

“Okay, one... Two... Three!” Grif counted down and Simmons pulled off his helmet. Only Simmons.

Grif hadn’t pulled hard enough to get it off the first time, and then stopped trying as he got... Distracted. Simmons’s tan skin and red hair are what he saw first, then his out-of-focus brown eyes, then, oh god, his freckles. Grif’s eyes were wide behind his visor, and suddenly his helmet was really hot. Simmons was just pissed off and embarrassed, glaring at him for fooling him into being the only one without his helmet. He reached over and put his hands on top of Grif’s on his helmet, ready to pull it off. “No, I’m not being the only one to do this, fuck you. Take that thing off, asshole. That’s not fair!” Simmons was pulling on the helmet, but from his angle it wasn’t exactly easy. Grif snapped out of it. “Okay, okay, fine, Jesus... Let go of me! I’m taking it off!” he knocked Simmons’s hands away and slid his helmet off of his head. His brown hair bounced down in a fluff. Simmons grabbed his glasses from where he’d put them in his armor and slid them onto his face.

Their eyes met, and there was silence. Simmons looked him over; His dark skin and the hazel eyes capturing him in an instant. Grif had a couple of tiny moles on his face, one under his left eye and one right above his jawline... It was cute, Simmons thought. Then he realized what he was thinking and now both of their faces were hot.

Staring at eachother was a strange experience. Both of them didn’t want to look away, but also didn’t want to seem weird. Not to mention now both of their cheeks were hot. It was getting to where they were aching to put their hands on the other’s face to closer examine it. Grif cleared his throat. “Uh. You wear... Glasses?” he asked, speaking up after what seemed like ages. That made Simmons look down and away a bit. “Yeah, my visor has the prescription I need though, so I only carry them around in case my visor cracks or something. I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t with you guys around. It’s good to be prepared.” he explained. Grif was amazed to finally put this voice to this face. Simmons thought the same. “So,” Simmons said, thought he started it and had no idea where he was going with it.

“Yeah. So. Uh, this is usually the part where I’d initiate truth or dare or something. If you were a girl.” Catching himself with that remark, it sounded more forced than ever. Are you kidding? Who knows how many years of sexual tension they had built up with their bickering and with Grif’s occasional gay remark, and how could we forget Grif’s calling Simmons gay. Of course he’d propose something as childish as that. Simmons knew something like that was coming eventually. He rolled his eyes, looking away from him and crossing his arms. “That’s the dumbest thing you could have said right now.” he said, not meeting his eyes. He looked troubled. Grif furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him, trying to see his face better again. “Uh, are you okay dude...?” he asked, kind of confused, but sounding more impatient as he wanted to see his face more and now the guy’s fuckin’ hiding it or something.

“Yeah, of course I’m fine? Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Simmons replied defensively. He seemed insecure about his appearance, though Grif had run into some hints towards that before. “Is this like... Like when you hide in the bathroom and cry, and then I go in there and the mirror’s all cracked up from you punching the shit out of your reflection?” he asked bluntly. Simmons tensed. Ouch. Grif sighed. “I don’t know why you do that. I think you look good, honestly. You know, for a dude.”

Simmons bit the inside of his cheek, looking back at Grif as he put his hand on his shoulder. Grif patted there, looking at him. “Cheer up, jackass. I mean, look at me. You could be this unlucky.” he said with a little laugh. “This is the only time I’ll admit you’re hotter than me. Hope you recorded that because I’m not saying it again.” Simmons’s face was hot again.

“Oh yeah. I got that on recording for sure.” he said, and Grif huffed.

“Good, then now you have something new to jerk off to when Sarge won’t tell you ‘Good work, Simmons!’“ he teased.

Simmons groaned. “God, you’re unbearable.”

Grif moved a little closer to him. “Hey, uh.” he had no control over the words that were leaving his mouth, they poured out like a waterfall pieced together from rash thoughts, “So, I mean, we’re alone, and I know you like what you see, and if I admit that so do I, do you think that maybe uh... We could do something about that?” he was looking at Simmons while he leaned kind of closer. Simmons’s eyes widened.

“What? Dude, and you call me gay all the time? That was gay. You want to do gay stuff with me?” he was in awe, taken aback by Grif’s proposition, but Grif took it as him shooting him down.

“Fine, okay, yeah, nevermind.”

“No,wait I uh. Okay, sure, I’m not really... Opposed. I guess. God, this is stupid.” his cheeks were burning, and he didn’t even know what Grif had in mind. Grif didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the yes before Simmons changed his mind, grabbing the ginger by the front of his armor and yanking him closer, kissing him immediately. God, they’d both forgotten what human contact felt like, and, well, Simmons never knew. Not kissing anyways. And definitely not more than that. Simmons was so tense that Grif broke away from the kiss to speak again.

“Dude, chill the fuck out, we’re the only two in the middle of this desert. Your secret is totally safe with me.” he said mockingly. A look of bewilderment crossed Simmons’s already distressed expression.

“What? My secret?! This was your idea!” he argued, and Grif of course ignored that completely and kissed him again, closing his eyes. Simmons couldn’t help but give in, allowing himself to, as Grif said it, ‘chill the fuck out’. He melted into the contact and his eyelids fell half shut. He leaned in slightly closer and put his hands on the sides of Grif’s face, then moved one to the orange soldier’s hair. This wasn’t happening, he thought, he’d wake up with a boner any minute now, he was pretty sure of it. Though, it just kept happening. It was still happening. Still. It’s really happening. Oh god, he thought, this is really happening and I have no idea how it works. Simmons grew tense again and Grif just moved his hands to wrap around Simmons’s middle and pull him closer. Simmons broke away and opened his eyes, looking at Grif, who then also opened his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Grif asked him, not trying to overstep any weird boundaries with him or something... Boundaries were something Simmons had a lot of, many of which Grif overstepped on a daily basis. But these would be in a whole new category.

“Yes I’m... I just don’t really, uh. Know how to do this.” he admitted, though he was aware that this was common knowledge.

“You’re doing fine, just-” Grif was interrupted by the Warthog sputtering under them and promptly falling out of commission completely. “Oh, god damn it. You have got to be kidding me.”

Simmons’s eyes grey wide and he moved back from Grif, though he stayed in his arms how he was being held. “I knew it! I knew there was something wrong with the jeep and you didn’t believe me, and now it’s dead! We’re dead!” he yelled in his usual panicked voice that came out when anything went wrong. Grif held onto him tighter. “It’s. Fine. Jesus, Simmons, you’d think by now you’d learn how to let something go but here we are, in the middle of sharing a fuckin’ moment, and you’re intent on yelling about something that doesn’t matter.”

“It does, matter, Grif! A lot!” he was this close to jumping out of the car and running back on his own, but something was keeping him from that. And it wasn’t the fact that Grif had a hold on him like he was the last person on the planet. It was the fact that it was Grif, and that we was in this situation. With him. “It’s... Fine, it’ll be... Okay...” he slowly calmed down, resting back to where he was before.

“Thank Christ... Uh, so where were we?”

“Don’t say it like that.”

A while later, and I mean a while, they arrived back to the others. They had a few more marks under their armor than they did going in, and under their helmets they wore wide, knowing grins. They both knew it’d be back to normal soon, though. Approaching them was none other than Sarge.

“Grif, Simmons, where’ve you two been?”

Simmons straightened up. “Our patrol didn’t go exactly as planned, Sarge.”

Yeah, I’ll say, Grif thought with a dumb smirk on his now chapped lips.

Sarge furrowed his brows beneath his visor and was paying closer attention now. “Did you find something? Wait a minute, where’s the jeep?”

Grif took a breath. This was gonna be interesting to explain away. “Yeeeah, it’s like this.”

#red versus blue #red vs blue #rvb #grif #simmons #grimmons #rvb fanfic #this might be inconsistent #i dont want to reread it again because i might begin to hate it and end up just deleting it and i need to get it out here #i forgot about it for a bit actually

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5hfanfiction · 8 years ago

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Wicked Games (Chapter 14)

We won the game the next day by only 5 points. Redding gave us more of a fight than we anticipated. Luckily, my team bounced back and finished the game strong. Our play was pretty sloppy in the first half. Away games were always subject to some lethargy, but espescially one right before Thanksgiving. I think we were all more mentally focused on the holiday than our opponent. Coach Tommy bluntly pointed this out at halftime and demanded better from us (with a few expletives). We responded and we got the win.

Once again, Lauren was indifferent towards me. I guess this was how she was going to act from now on. All about me at night when we’re alone, but totally uninterested in me during the day infront of everyone else. If that’s how she wants to handle the situation, fine. I need to focus on basketball anyway.

I slept peacefully in my bed that night, exhausted from the current day’s events and excited for the next day’s events. My family was flying out to “celebrate” Thanksgiving with me. We didn’t really celebrate the holiday itself, but we always took advantage of an excuse to have a big family feast.

I ran down the stairs when I got the call that my family had arrived. I swung open the door and little Sofi ran into my arms. “Mila!” she shouted happily. I grinned, picking her up to place on my hip. “Ugh,” I groaned. “You’ve gotten bigger.” It definitely wasn’t as easy to pick her up as it had been before I left for school a couple months ago.

“I’m more sophisticated now,” Sofi boasted. She emphasized each syllable of ‘sophisticated’.

I chuckled, “Learn a new word?”

“Yeah, cause I’m more sophisticated,” she repeated.

“Alright,” I laughed, “I get it.” I kissed her cheek and turned to look for my other family members.

My grandmother came up to me first with a breezy smile plastered across her weathered face. We embraced and then a booming voice arrived at my ears. “Mi hija!” the voice yelled proudly. I looked up to find my father rushing towards me with wide-open arms. He eneveloped me and Sofi in his arms and gave me multiple kisses on my cheek. I loved when he did this, although I wouldn’t admit it. I giggled and then shoved him off playfully, “Alright, Dad, calm down.”

There was one more member I was anxious to see. Once my dad backed away, she finally came into my line of vision. A dopey grin spread across my features. I set Sofi down and then fell into the arms of my mother. I buried my head into her shoulder and let myself get reacquainted with the embrace and the smell of the woman who is my rock. Once I pulled away, my mother looked at me affectionately, her palm against my cheek. We exchanged the usual greetings and 'how are yous’. Once I was satisfied, I looked at my mother dearly, knowing she was the one who could answer my question.

“How’s Emma been doing?” I carefully asked her.

My parents were incredibly accepting of who I am. They never judged me, they never looked at me differently. They simply opened their arms and told me they were happy to understand me better. Emma was not so lucky. Emma’s parents went ballistic when they found out about me. They told her that she was a disgrace to their family, that she was disgusting. To this day her parents refuse to help her pay for college, or anyhing really. Luckily she’s on an academic scholarship at a small school in Miami that covers all of her tuition and books. With help from my parents and working most days, she is able to pay for rent and food.

Her parents still refuse to accept Emma for who she is. They totally cut her out. The worst-case scenario that every LGBTQ member fears, came true for Emma. She only occassionally speaks to her mother, but otherwise there is zero contact. Thankfully, my parents adore her. My mom especially thinks of Emma as another daughter. She took it really hard when Emma and I seperated over the summer. Almost as hard as I did. Emma’s parents were overjoyed when they found out. They actually started talking to her again. They thought Emma was going to stop the 'homosexual nonsense’. When she stood her ground and told them that she is still very much homosexual, they grew angry and ceased contact with her again. My mom has a very difficult time understanding how a mother could turn away from her child as Emma’s has done. She’s cried to me multiple times about it since she loves Emma so much and hates to see her in pain.

Emma has been a part of my life since the seventh grade. My best friend and then my girlfriend. That’s about 9 or 10 years of being over at my house constantly if we’re not in school. She’s an important part of my life and piece of who I am today. I can’t blame my mother for loving her. From the moment I met her, I never stood a chance but to love her too.

Since I went to school all the way in California, both my mom and Emma grew exponentially closer. They helped eachother deal with the distance. My mom helped Emma deal with basically losing her parents. Emma helped fill the hole that I left for my mom. She’s as much of a mom to Emma as Emma is a daughter to my mom.

Sofi adores Emma as well. She doesn’t understand quite yet what Emma is to me, but she loves having the girl around. Em babysits Sofi a lot and although she always tries to refuse to take it, my parents pay her for her services. Emma is also like the mediator between me and Sofi while I’m away. Emma sends me cute pictures and then she tells Sofi the little messages I want to tell her. In some ways, I feel like Sofi loves Emma more than me. Again, I can’t really blame her.

Emma is ingrained in our family. She’s become one of us now. She may not be blood, but she’s about as close as you can get.

It’s amazing to have a girlfriend the whole family loves and approves of. It’s extremely validating. It makes it harder though when things go wrong in the relationship. The disappointment in my family’s eyes when I had to explain to them that we were broken up was difficult to take.

My parents never stopped taking care of Emma though. Emma still comes over to see them constantly and my parents still watch out for her and make sure she stays stable and out of trouble.

Being all the way in California and with my busy student-athlete schedule, it’s difficult to keep tabs on Emma. The girl could also very easily lie or omit the truth so that I wouldn’t worry. My mother would know best if something was wrong with Emma.

My mother looked back at me kindly. “Oh, I think you should ask her yourself.”

My brows creased in confusion. “Huh?”

My mom turned and waved at the car, which only confused me more. Then the car door reopened, and white vans shoes appeared. A girl with light brown hair stepped out and I recognized her immediately.

I side-stepped away from my mother and crashed into the body of the new person. “Emma,” I exhaled softly.

Emma’s arms wrapped around my neck and she hugged me tightly. A wave of tranquility swept through me. She was warm and she was safe. “Camila,” she spoke slowly and lovingly.

A thankful smile spread across my face. I squeezed her tighter for a few more moments and then pulled away so I could see her face. I had a front row seat to those ocean blues again.

“I thought you weren’t coming until Saturday,” I said.

“Well, I knew your family was coming up for Thanksgiving so we figured I might as well come with them.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” I giggled happily.

I helped Emma and my family bring all of the cookware into my home and up the stairs. Once it was all put down on the counters, my mother walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Camila, are there any teammates that don’t have anything to do for Thanksgiving?”

I knew where she was going with this. “Yeah, there are a few I believe.”

She seemed pleased by that information. “Invite them!” she instructed. There was really no point in arguing. My mother enjoyed hosting big dinner parties.

“Ok, Mama, I will,” I said quickly before she could get too high-strung about it.

I excused myself to get my phone out and quickly type out a message to my teammates letting them know they were more than welcome to join us for dinner.

Just after I hit send, my whole body froze. I suddenly recalled overhearing Lauren tell Ally that her parents wouldn’t be able to come up to visit. No doubt she has no plans. No doubt she won’t turn down a piece of home since we’re both from Miami. No dount she’ll show up at my house.. and I will be confronted with having both Emma and Lauren in the same room together.

'Well, shit. I’m fucked’. It’s too late to turn back now. The excitement I had been feeling about the day instantly turned to anxiety.

It’s no big deal right? Lauren and I aren’t serious and she knows fully well what Emma is to me. She wouldn’t try anything with Emma around right? And as long as I act normal, Emma won’t know anything about Lauren.

The real challenge will be hiding this from my mother. No matter how good I think I am at keeping secrets, my mother always knows when something is amiss. She’s always been good at reading me so I have never been able to keep a secret from the woman. She knew I was gay way before I ever came out. She always could tell whenever I started crushing on someone and she always knew when I had a bad day no matter how hard I tried to hide it. She’s got incredible intuition I guess, atleast about me.

I slumped back into the kitchen and laughed as my mom was already bossing people around, directing them to where she wanted her kitchenware to be. She came prepared as there were multiple sets of equipment at the ready to make the feast for the day.

I shared knowing smiles with Emma as we watched her fret back and forth. My dad and her ended up bickering because he forgot one of her favorite mixing spoons. It was so ridiculous and over the top. I couldn’t help but laugh. I had almost forgotten what it was like back home and the nostalgia was starting to hit me hard. When I started laughing, both of my parents’ heads shot towards me. A flash of realization went across their faces and then we all laughed together. That was one thing I always appreciated about my family. We had no trouble laughing at ourselves. We very rarely took ourselves seriously.

The next few hours consisted of a shit ton of grocery shopping, getting ready for the meal, and then of course, cooking the meal. In my family, everyone helps out with the cooking. Not just one or two people. Everyone. Even little Sofi. Though we keep her with the simple stuff, like bringing us salt and pepper or setting up the table.

The time rolled around for my teammates to start arriving and my anxiety upshooted once again. The business of the day had distracted me enough to forget about it for awhile. Then the doorbell rang, and I could feel my heart sink.

“Ay dios mio, go get the door!” Mama shouted over her shoulder as she was stirring a spoon around in a pot.

I went downstairs and stopped infront of the door. I could hear the chattering on the opposite side of the wall. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. I was confronted with 6 sets of smiling faces.

Missy, Micah, Emily, a freshman named Kyla, Normani, and.. Lauren were all huddled together on my small front porch. Pretty much all of them were those of us not from California, so we didn’t really have enough chance to fly home for the holiday since we only get a day off.

I greeted them with a pretty disingenuous smile, struggling to mask my apprehension. “Hey guys,” I said, stepping aside to let them in. I led them upstairs and my mom immediately rushed over. Excitedly she hugged and introduced herself to every girl, although she was already familiar with Lauren and Normani.

“Miami girl, right?” she asked after hugging Lauren. Lauren nodded with a smile and my mom smiled back. “I think you’ll like the food then.”

We had your standard spiced turkey and mashed potatoes. My grandmother made her specialty, pork and rice and beans. There was Cuban spiced griled corn, long lines of fruit, and a dessert table that nearly made me cry it looked so good. Sweet plantains and flan! Mami knew what I would want. There was so much food and my stomach grumbled in anticipation.

I wanted to dive right in, but I knew my mom would smack me if I wasn’t a good hostess. I directed my teammates to the plates and told them to get started. I didn’t have to tell them twice. They all rushed over with excited murmurs. Lauren smiled at me as she walked by. “Plantains,” she said, putting her index finger and thumb together as an O and holding the other fingers up, conveying that she thought it was quality.

“I know,” I laughed. As a fellow Cuban, I knew she would appreciate it.

I peeked over at Emma after the exchange and she hadn’t been paying attention whatsoever. She was playing hide and seek with Sofi at the moment and I sighed, relieved. My plan was to ignore Lauren as much as possible. That would work right?

The chaos in my heart did not match the welcoming and comforting party going on around me. It was starting to get loud as people conversed with one another.

I could not steady the pace of the organ in my chest. The two girls in my life were both here, with my family, and Emma is none the wiser about the other. Plus a handful of my teammates who are none the wiser about Lauren and I. I could not relax. What if I gave myself away? What if Lauren says something incriminating? My shoulders started to ache because I was so tense throughout the entire meal. I could hardly even enjoy the food I was so worried.

Emma was sitting to my right. My mother was sitting to my left. Lauren just so conveniently had to sit across from me. Emma kept trying to engage in conversation with me, but I was highly uncomfortable and was unable to really focus on much of what she was saying. I could feel the green eyes on me. I couldn’t help but glance at Lauren more often than I should’ve. The light was hitting her just right and her face was practically glowing infront of me despite her dark eye makeup. I didn’t want to look at Lauren too much though because my mom would figure it out. It usually doesn’t work if I try to keep something from her. Yet, I’m still hoping I can fool her about this.

“Mrs. Cabello, the food is wonderful,” Lauren suddenly enthused. There were murmurs of agreement all around the table.

“Oh, please, call me Sinuhe, and thank you for the compliment Lauren,” my mom replied cheerfully. She loved getting compliments on her cooking so I just knew her day was made. Lauren just upgraded her approval status with my mom to a substantial level with that one statement of praise.

Lauren didn’t stop there. She started asking Emma about what part of Miami she was from, where she was going to school and what she was majoring in. My appetite was leaving me the more Lauren continued to talk to Emma. My stress levels were rising and I could feel nervous perspiration developing in my armpits. I started to zone out, just wanting to block out this terrible situation altogether when Lauren said something that shook me to my core.

“I’ve gotten to know Camila a lot better this year and I can definitely tell you, you got yourself a catch,” Lauren expressed to Emma.

“Oh.. well.. thanks,” Emma responded, clearly caught off guard by the comment. “But we’re not together.. right now..” she trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

“Oh, right,” Lauren said. She diverted her eyes to me and blithesomely continued, “I almost forgot.”

I stared daggers into her as I felt my cheeks getting warm. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Emma moving her head to look in my direction so I quickly turned towards her. I forced a light smile on my face, hoping she wouldn’t start questioning things. I was so mad at Lauren. What was she doing? Was she trying to expose me? Why couldn’t she just sit there and enjoy her freaking food in silence? In my rage I blurted out something really stupid. “Maybe we’re not together now, but maybe we will be again soon.”

It worked. My desired effect arrived successfully.

Emma’s puzzled expression went away. In its place came bewilderment. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed slightly. I peeked at Lauren and she wasn’t smiling any more.

My mother gasped behind me. “What did you say Mila?”

The full reality of what I just said sunk in. I cursed myself for letting Lauren get under my skin. “Nothing Mama.”

Emma’s eyebrows knitted together, clearly perplexed by my conflicting words. I didn’t know how to resolve the situation so I did the only logical thing. I escaped. I excused myself to my room and went to the bathroom.

Once inside, I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to regain my composure. I splashed some water on my face for good measure.

After a few minutes, I decided to text Lauren. I needed to nip this in the bud before Lauren incriminated me.

Camila: Come to my room, we need to talk. Tell them you need to go to the bathroom.

Once the door shut behind Lauren, I stepped towards her.

“What are you doing?” I hissed at her.

She looked back at me with an amused expression and then nonchalantly said, “I’m just making conversation.” She ran a hand through her hair which only made me more mad. She knew she looked sexy when she does that.

“Can you please stop?”

“Stop what?” she asked as if she was completely unaware and completely innocent.

“Can you please just be normal?” I pleaded with her.

She tilted her head to the side, “Why?”

I pursed my lips and decided to just tell her. “Emma doesn’t know,” I confessed, being extra quiet.

Lauren’s eyebrows raised lightheartedly, “Oh.” She cracked a smile, “that’s pretty obvious.”

I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation.

“Maybe you should be honest with her,” Lauren shrugged, like it was no big deal. It was driving me insane how apathetic she was being about this whole situation.

I snorted. “Why should I tell her about a one night stand that meant nothing?” I jibed in a hushed tone. I really didn’t mean it, but I was so angry I was trying to say anything to wipe that arrogant look off her face.

Her eyes narrowed, but only for a moment. Then she smirked, “It wasn’t just one night.”

I groaned, seriously frustrated. I dismissed her comment entirely. “Lauren fucking Jauregui, if you give a crap about me, please just act normal the rest of the night, ok?”

She was clearly taken aback by my outburst, but she nodded, relenting. “Ok, I’ll try.”

“Thank you,” I sighed wearily. I stormed past her and put my hand on the doorknob, ready to do damage control now that I know Lauren won’t cause me any more trouble.

“Just one more thing,” Lauren suddenly piped.

I turned with an eyebrow raised and was knocked back into the door. More trouble was exactly what she gave me. A pair of soft lips were tugging on mine emphatically. Just like usual, I couldn’t help but kiss her back, despite how frustrated I was with her. A part of me wanted to take her to my bed and show her just how angry I was with her, but then Emma flashed across my brain.

I shoved her off of me. “What the hell Lauren?”

“I’ll act normal, don’t worry,” she winked at me. “If you don’t want to look suspicious, we better go,” she added, nodding towards the door.

I wiped my mouth, fumingly angry with her, but mostly I was ashamed of myself for letting her get my guard down once again. Emma was in the other room and I had just kissed another woman. Worse, I didn’t want to stop kissing the other woman. I felt almost nauseous thinking about how she’d feel if she knew.

“I’ll go first. You wait a few minutes and then come out,” I instructed her before slipping out the door.

The rest of the night went on without a hitch. Lauren kept her distance and didn’t speak to me nor Emma the rest of the night. I didn’t leave Emma’s side after me and Lauren left my room. I didn’t even want Emma to have a chance to get curious and start asking questions. I did my best to compliment Emma and make her laugh, trying to ensure that she’ll stay comfortable and forget about Lauren’s suspect comments.

My teammates eventually filtered out and we started cleaning up the kitchen. At the sink I was cleaning dishes and humming to myself. I think I actually did it. I think I got through the dinner without making anybody suspect anything. I was seriously about to pat myself on the back when my mom called my name.

“Mila, can we talk?” she requested softly.

'Nevermind’ I sighed internally, my shoulders drooping.

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