#i know my twitter handle is eye roll worthy let me live

[pacifirim]

Ive been posting a lot more on Twitter lately bc its easier to live tweet the games i play than to post about them on here lmao. So feel free to follow @ WriteandCreate if u want

[ggukkiedae]

[vlive 210522] Seri’s Seritonin 🥝🐱

9pm kst

italics = english; seri answering questions!

the vlive starts with seri logging on and waving

she’s playing new rules in the background and staying quiet for the first two minutes

“moa! how are you all?”

she smiles and reads through the comments

she reads a few out loud and sees a few comments asking her to say i love you in different languages, to which she complies to

she turns off her music first and fixes herself in her chair

“bet you guys are wondering why i’m live today, huh? we’ll get to that in a bit. for now, let’s answer questions”

she looks through the comments carefully until she reads one out loud

Seriiiiiii! 5 Beomgyus or 5-year-old Beomgyu?

she laughs at this

“maybe a five year old bammie. he always makes a big deal of being older than me by a few months, so it would be good pay back”

she then pulls out her phone and scrolls through it before turning it towards the screen. it was a picture of beomgyu as a kid

“see this? he sent this to our groupchat the other day. tiny gyu is cute”

how are youuuuuu?

she claps her hands together and smiles at the live

“i’m doing great, thank you! i’ve been practicing harder, and i feel pretty good”

she scrolls through the comments again and takes a sip of her drink. she lightly mixes her drink around and places it back down

“you guys should try peach tea. it’s a godsend. oh, what’s this?”

shall we go on a date?

“you didn’t turn up at our last date”

she pouted a little and laughed

“i waited at the rooftop for a while, but you didn’t show up! but i guess we can go again because you’re moa”

she shifts a little and shakes her head amusedly at her own words

“do i sound like gyu?”

Hi Seri! I have a couple questions 😊 What has been your favorite era music wise and style wise? What hair style/color do you want to try? What's your current favorite song? What are you looking forward to most?

her eyes widened a little before she looks up trying to come up with answers to the series of questions

“oh, wow, i guess you could say i really liked our songs from the minisode album, but my favorite title track is run away for sure. actually, i take that back. i like the songs on dream chapter magic the most! in terms of style... dream chapter magic as well! i really like new rules’ styling especially”

a small smile makes its way to her face as she’s about to answer the last question from that comment

“right now, i’m really looking forward to our new album, and i hope you’ll like it as well! so far, the tracks are amazing!”

any plans for a comeback with the royals?

“i don’t know” she laughs and looks off camera “what do you think?”

yoonmi’s giggle can be heard while seri just laughed

“you exposed me! anyway, we’ll see when the three of us get an opportunity again” “you guys heard yoonmi”

seri takes the live and points it to the side, revealing the magenta-haired girl peacefully sitting in the dance studio near her while working on something on her laptop

“yoonmi is working on school stuff even if she just released a song yesterday” “responsibilities”

Seri baby are you aware that Seri sounds like berry? Therefore you are now berry Seri or Seri Berry 🤔

“oh, that’s cute! seri berry... i love it! i’m a berry now! i can replace strawberries, i don’t like strawberries”

she wrinkled her nose at the thought of the red berries as the sound of a chair moving came up. seri looked off camera and waved to, supposedly, yoonmi

“yoonmi has a meeting right now, so she’s off. anyway, back to our live”

Hiya Seri how are you liking the new building? What do you think has changed the most about you since you became an idol? And out of the members who do you think has changed most since you debuted?

“the new building is actually the best thing ever, i swear! there’s a lot of space, and the facilities are all high quality! honestly, i’m the only txt member who doesn’t get lost, so it’s pretty funny when the others have to ask for my help to walk around”

she then pressed her lips into a tight line while thinking about her next answer

“since becoming an idol... i think i became more confident. the others tell me this a lot. they say every comeback my stage presence gets better, and i look more comfortable? i also became a better dancer for sure. not the best yet, but i’m working on it. also maybe kai? first of all, he’s gotten way taller now. second, he’s been more mature. yes, he’s still our baby, but he handles things a lot more maturely now. sometimes he acts like he’s older than me as well”

hi bestieeeeeee! what do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an idol?

“hey, bestie! musical theatre for sure!”

seri immediately perked up at this. she jumped back in her seat a little with the biggest grin while remembering her experiences

“i loved it back in school! honestly, my parents were pretty supportive about my involvement in theatre and my little brother kinda brags to his friends that his sister goes on stages to perform. it’s kinda cute”

would you consider acting? or maybe starring in a musical?

“oh for sure if i were given the chance!”

you dance amazingly! your artist of the month video with studio choom was absolutely perfect!!!!

“oh my god”

she covered her face and groaned before pulling out her phone and looking for the video on youtube. before pressing play, she looked back to the camera

“thank you, but i’m a little embarrassed about this. i wore red lipstick on stage for the first time after debut, and i showed a side of me that’s pretty different…”

she pressed play and watched the video, cringing at herself. it took a whole 20 seconds before she gave up and hid her phone behind her

“nope. nevermind, i can’t watch that. thank you, i’m glad you enjoyed it”

thoughts on the people you’re being shipped with? 👀

she burst into laughter upon reading this

“ah, yes. shipping. i see you guys on stan twitter with your little edits and headcanons and aus! honestly, it’s amusing. apparently most of you ship me with gyu and seungmin? and a few other people, too?”

she was quiet for a while like thinking about who moas shipped her with. she shook her head with and began talking again

“gyu... well, bammie’s my best friend, and i love him a lot. it’s been us from the very beginning, so i like to think we’ll be as close as ever until the end”

“seungmin is the bane of my existence”

she laughed at this before waving her hand

“kidding! he’s actually really nice, and i love hanging out with him, it just so happens our friendship is based on bickering. we do support each other though. seungmin, if you see this, you did well on love poem”

she then lit up as if just remembering something

“some of you guys ship me with chaeryoung! interesting considering you all see me as ryujin’s sibling, but please, i’m not worthy of the queen herself. i love chae with all my heart honestly she’s such a sweet child”

her phone buzzed and she glanced at it a little bit before turning back to the live

“perfect timing because hyunsuk just messaged me and some special ship mentions are hyunsuk and jeno oppa. i think it’s because i hang out with hyunsuk’s little siblings a lot. but jeno oppa? we just met earlier this year, it’s a little funny how apparently a lot of people ship us when we haven’t really shown our friendship much”

she typed something one her phone before chuckling and shutting it off once again. she looked through the comments until she found the topic she was looking for

What’s up with you and Dino? 👀👀👀

“ah, this. this brings me to the reason i went live. recently, you guys have seen me and dino oppa hanging out, right? well, we’re not dating. i wanted it to be a surprise, but he’s helping me with something for my birthday, and i agreed to do something with him for their youtube as well”

her phone rang, and she laughed before picking it up and putting it on speaker

“hello? you’re on speaker” “seri-yah! how dare you deny our relationship?” “oh? you’re watching?” “look up, stupid. i’m standing by the door”

she looked off camera and laughed

“yah! oppa, what are you doing here?” “miya told me you were gonna talk about the scandal, so i thought why not come early?”

dino appears next to seri in a mask and a hat. he nudged seri over to the side so they could both be centered on screen, making her raise her eyebrow at him

“meet my new dance partner” dino points towards seri whose eyes widen as soon as he said that

“they don’t know yet!” “you said we were working on two things together!” “but they didn’t know one of them is dance!” “might as well tell them so we can clear up this rumor before i get attacked by moas”

she sighed at him

“i’d get attacked by carats. anyway, fine. dino oppa’s helping me with a song, and he’s making me dance with him for a video. you can look forward to this in july”

dino adjusted his hat and leaned forward a little

“no need to panic, we’re not in a romantic relationship. she’s too tall for me”

“... you’re literally taller than me though?” “not by that much. if you wear heels, we’d be the same height, and i don’t think i’m up for that”

she playfully rolled her eyes

“looks like i’ve discussed what needed to be cleared up now. i’m single. single.” “yes, they get the point” “oh, would you just go already?”

she was pretending to push him away while he laughed at her failed attempts. he moved off camera but stays in the room

“no way, we’ve got to work the choreography out today”

“this is gonna be a while,” she muttered before smiling at the live once again “well, time for me to go. i’ve got a lot of work to do to be on par with a member of seventeen’s performance team”

dino’s groaning could be heard from the side

“this again?”

she laughed

“bye moa! hopefully that cleared things up, and hopefully you enjoyed this little tmi session”

-end-

[dukeofriven]

Let Boys Love Girl Things

For a deeply depressed, angry, and vitriolic bisexual 20-something who stumbled out of a toxic 2-year intensive college program confused as fuck about his gender and hurting everyone around him, it is with no exaggeration that I say My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic’s low-key stakes, warmth, humour, kindness, and utter lack of cynical irony was my first step on the road not only to recovery but coming even sort of close to having an accord with my identity. So I quite frankly I am exhausted that I have spent nine years being judged on the behaviour of a fandom group from 4chan. Nine years ago there was a gross perpetuation of toxic masculinity where men were ridiculed en-masse for liking a “girl’s show,” a campaign of derision that only intensified as the worst elements of 4chan gave everyone the evidence they seemed to want to justify their snap-judgement that boys liking girls shows was fundamentally weird, gross, and worthy of censure. We like to clap ourselves on the back for how woke we are now. There’s no discourse that says it is “skeevy” that men enjoy She-Ra, and petulant MRAs on Reddit getting upset about the show’s new ‘feminist’ agenda is considered to be representative of nothing other than petulant MRAs on Reddit, not the She-Ra fandom as a whole. Steven Universe is triumphed everywhere as a victory for better masculinity - without anyone ever noting that Steven would love every single moment of My Little Pony: FiM. He’d cry at the wedding, and he’d weep at the destruction of the library, and he’d think the Storm King was an effective villain while Connie rolled her eyes and tried and failed to point-out the weak characterization. Steven would cheer and cry every time a villain was redeemed through the power of love and friendship. Because he’s Steven, and he loves schmaltz, and it’s okay for a boy to like schmaltz. If we truly believe that, as we say we do, it’s time let the habit of shaming boys who liked a cartoon show go. It’s been a decade. Yes: MLP: FiM had a disgusting contingent of its fandom. You know what other franchise has that problem? A little film series you might have heard of called Star Wars. A contingent of Star Wars fandom was so racist it drove actors of colour off of twitter because it piled hate upon them. It was so misogynistic that somebody out there recut the entirety of The Last Jedi so that men save the day and all the women get reduced to bit parts. And yet if I see a Star Wars avatar my first assumption generally isn’t “oh you like Star Wars, so you must therefore be a misogynistic racist.” Because statistically speaking, you aren’t - just like, statistically speaking, the men who liked My Little Pony weren’t 4chan users. Not that most people bothered to find that out, because - shockingly - the worst elements had loud voices and got all the press, and the standard we applied to them was so entrenched in patriarchy that none of us wanted to accept that men could like the girls show without it being some gross violation of the proper order. I’m tired of that. The show’s been on nine years - long enough that kids who grew up watching it are old enough to start entering “The Discourse Space,” and what kind of example do we want to set for them that a show that might have meant so much to them growing up is given a defacto label of deviancy? ”Adult males like this show about the little kiddie ponies - that’s so creepy.” There’s a point I want to make here that I think really needs to be said so I am going to make it large

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is a show for children; it is not a show about children.

What do I mean by this? Adventure Time is the story of Finn, a 12-year-old. Steven Universe is a show about Steven Universe, a 12-year-old. Ok K.O. is a show about K.O. a 6-11 year-old. Avatar: The Last Airbender is about a group of kids aged 11-14. She-Ra is a show about Adora who is… 16-ish? 17? And so on.

MLP:FiM is a show about 20-somethings. It’s a show about a grad student, a small business owner, a baker, a farmer, an environmental technician, a… trust fund baby?*... and, later, a former dictator. Yes, there are some kid characters, but the primary cast are all young adults who’ve reached adulthood and found themselves having to learn over and over again all sorts of shit they really ought to have known by now but don’t. It is, in short, a story about Millennials: an entire generation who reached adulthood not knowing what that meant or how to cope. Every time you laugh at the characters and go “how do they not know this [obvious thing that is obvious to adults]” you do so while watching a children’s cartoon rather than paying your taxes because you’re still not sure how to do that properly and are just low-key freaking out about it and hoping the problem goes away on its own. I speak from experience. The list in endless: we might ridicule the ponies ignorance at social graces, but i’ve been on this hellsite long enough that I’m pretty sure most of you are social-anxious neurotics who cock-up just as often and just as spectacularly as any pony on the show.

I’ve grown up in-sync with these characters. I’ve seen them go from floundering at 20 to sorta getting their act together and coming to grips with adult life as they reach 30. I’ve seen them become successful, get new jobs, start new careers. There have been episodes about how to deal with parents who embarrass you, how to get your parents to understand that you’re an adult now and want to be treated that way. There str stories about how to handle deadbeat older brothers who won’t stop mooching off your emotional labour, and how to mourn parents who’ve died. There are also stories about the byzantine nature of school regulation. (If next season is all about Twilight Sparkle reforming the Equestrian tax code it will be entirely in keeping with the adult-life-trend the show has been on for a while.)

My point with all this is that the “liking the kid’s show” narrative is disingenuous in the way it frames fans as creepy. To get tu quoque about it all I could raise my hand and point at all you adults gushing about all these kid protagonists in your favourite cartoon shows and go “Isn’t that CREEPY and GROSS you DEVIANTS” and on and on and on.

But I won’t.

Because it was never really about that, was it? It’s never been about that.

It was, at first, about what it was and wasn’t okay for boys - for men - to like. As a kid who’d been mercilessly bullied for being even the tiniest bit effeminate, openly embracing the fact that I liked this show about the colourful cartoon ponies felt like painting a target on my back. As for the boys younger than me - the boys still in high school in 2010 and 2011 who openly embraced this show? Braver than any US marine. When this all started it was about policing what was ‘appropriate’ for boys - nobody gave the adult Transformers fandom the same kind of shit, I assure you. It was about patriarchy - and how unwilling we all were to let go of it, no matter how progressive we told ourselves we were. Just like any moral panic, it developed a far more disturbing tone of disapprobation because if a handful of fans on 4chan were creepy than surely all the fandom was creepy. I’ve had plenty of fun mail in my inbox as people with cartoon avatars told me my opinion was invalid because I had an avatar from a different cartoon show. If I had an MP avatar that made me a “brony,” which made me a creepy MRA edgelord. Never mind that I don’t even use the term, and haven’t since… well, since the grossest elements of 4chan got it tattooed on their phalluses and trumpeted it to the heavens as the calling card of their misogyny.

There was a moment, I think, back in the halcyon days of 2010 and 2011 where we could have taken this another way. Where, socially, the rise of boys watching ‘the girl’s show’ was treated as a breakthrough, as a paradigm shift, as something to be celebrated and nurtured instead of something to revile like an anti-homosexual PSA from the 1950s. “Can’t let the adult men near that children’s show, who knows what might happen. They might repeat the trends that all fandoms have done for decades upon decades - the horror!”

We could have been better - but we weren’t. We mocked, and clutched our pearls, and looked appalled, and in doing so we fed the trolls all the ammunition they’d ever need to turn themselves into The Poor Oppressed Babies who just wanted to be left alone to watch their ponies and belittle women in peace. So the gender-questioning bi boy trying to feel good about himself got rounded-up with the usual 4chan suspects because we both enjoyed the same television program.

Patriarchy is not an external force with its boot upon our necks: it is a collaborative social effort, reinforced both consciously and sub-consciously every day. The internet of the early 2010s was a very different place, and the decisions we made then still live with us today. If we want to stop the perpetuation of toxic masculinity, we have to ourselves cease to perpetuate it. There’s an entire generation of queer boys and non-binary boys and non-bro cis-boys - the kind who cry and care and give a shit about kindness - who have grown up on Steven Universe and Adventure Time and yes, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. These are boys who deserve to have a better place prepared for them than I had, one that isn’t still littered by the baggage of all the dumb stupid crap from 2010 and 2011.

It’s time to let the ghost of Toxic 4chan Fandoms Past go already, and let this show about cartoon ponies be free to entertain and delight without incurring a moral inquisition. Life is so bad right now, the news is so dire. Curl up with My Little pony: Friendship is Magic and let all its goodness, and kindness, and laughter, and caring carry you away and remind you that we can still tell stories about worlds in which those virtues are treasured. Let the show stand on its actual merits, and not the cultural lodestones of long-gone reprobates. And stop granting the phantoms of 4chan the power to say anything meaningful in 2019.

_________________ *Serious question: what does Fluttershy do for a living? Like, as her job? For most of the series? She’s the only one who doesn’t have a meaningful career, and after meeting her enabling parents you just know she’s been living off pre-existing savings for years (she’s thrifty like that).

[Note: this post was originally posted in this thread. It has since been re-edited and slightly modified.]

[jbbarnesandnoble]

Forever and Always: Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to date, until someone got in between you two. After a year without seeing him, he pops up in your life again, and old feelings with him?Harsh words can never taken back, but can they be forgiven?

Chapter Summary: After an unexpected run in with Bucky you find yourself in need of some relaxation. your roommate Natasha sets up a girls night with two more of your best friends. 

Warnings: it gets bit angsty in the middle -if you want to get the most feels play Happier by Ed Sheeran while you read-  

Word Count: 1,767 

A/N: I kinda suck at summarizing stuff not gonna lie to y’all. So I might stop posting a Chapter Summary. Just one more thing, I now have a Twitter and Instagram under the same user name if you want to follow me over there.

You stand there in complete shock. Watching your friends laugh in the living room. Natasha your roommate and Steve laughing at a slightly annoyed Bucky who just rolls his eyes. They only seem to notice your presence when you drop your purse and jacket at your feet. Suddenly whatever they were laughing about moments ago seems completely irrelevant.

Natasha is the first one to break the awkward silence. 

“Hey Y/N, you're home early.” the feisty redhead says all too casually. 

“I had a..” stopping you realize you don't want Bucky to know about your meeting with his mom today. You pull your hair in a loose bun, thinking over your words. 

“It was a pretty slow day and I'm really tired so I thought I would head home early. Maybe even make dinner for once.” Natasha notices your lazy lie instantly, whether the boys notice or not you don't care.

“I just came over to ask Nat for some advice, we… I have a date with Peggy tonight.” Steve says the words in his usual calm voice. He's always been a gentle and kind person, he very rarely lost his temper. Whenever he did you knew he was deeply hurt. He’s been like that for as long as you've known him. You always admired that about him. 

“Right.” you mutter. 

“Y/N.” hearing your name come from Bucky’s lips makes you suddenly tear up, he has always said your name with so much love in his voice. This time is no exception.

You don’t look at him, not wanting to risk breaking in front of him. 

You begin to feel regret well up inside of you. You broke this wonderful man's heart, yet he still says your name so kindly. He should hate you for the things you said to him.

“We should probably go, Buck.” Steve cuts in. Your eyes find their way towards Bucky's, despite how close you are to crying. You forgot how beautiful his bright grayish-blue eyes are and how easily you can get lost in them. 

After a few seconds he finally meets your eyes. You look away first. You can't stand seeing the hurt in his eyes, especially not when they used to look at you with so much love. If they still do you don't notice. 

Whether he actually still loves you or not you can't tell and if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t want to. One thing is for certain, no matter how much you still love each other. He has finally been able to start moving on with someone else. Someone who can love him more than you ever could, more than you ever can. Someone who is worthy of his love. 

“Bye doll.” Bucky says before closing the door. You give him a slight smile, not wanting to risk breaking down In front of him. 

After they leave, you don't know if you want to laugh, cry, or yell at Nat. Somehow you manage do you all three. 

Hot tears roll down your pink cheeks, you let out a soft chuckle. Before turning towards your roommate, who's just standing there staring at you with her surprisingly soft emerald eyes.

“What the heck was that?” you finally decide on yelling, putting your hands on your hips. Hoping the action will emphasize your anger. 

“Steve needed some advice.” Nat shrugs her shoulders like it's no big deal that your ex, who you haven't seen is almost a year, wasn't just standing in your living room looking as annoyingly handsome as ever. 

“and that advice had to be given in our living room? Not -I don't know- over the phone, and Why didn't you warn me? I would have gone out for dinner if I knew.” you let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing your hands over your eyes. 

“Cut the crap, Y/N. You know you can't avoid him forever. You're both in the same friend group, you're bound to run into each other at some point. You might as well get used to it.” she plops onto the couch, taking a sip of her beer. 

To most, Nat comes off as rude and headstrong. But she actually cares, more than she leads people to believe. She means well and has more common sense than you. She's your best friend, without her you would've made a lot more dumb decisions in your life

“I know, I'm sorry.” you sit down next to her on the couch. 

“But my living room was the last place I expected, or wanted to have our first meeting after nearly a year.” you say, sitting down next to her.

“So, want to tell me why you're really home early? Or are you going to pretend that, ‘it was a slow day' is the truth?” she makes sure to emphasize my words, using her fingers to be extra dramatic. 

“Stressful day is all. I will tell you more after you tell me what advice Steve so desperately needed.” she just sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Fine, he was going to propose to Peggy tonight.” she has to cover her ears due to the loud squeal you just let out. 

“Gosh woman, let me finish.” you let out an inaudible sorry. 

“But I told him he should wait until London.” you find yourself super excited for one of your best friends,but also a little bit jealous. 

Peggy and Steve started dating around the same time as you and Bucky. You always talked about wanting to have your weddings close together, and having kids at the same time. 

Quickly you push your negative emotions away and focus on being happy for your friends.

Soon you begin to share with Nat the events of your day, starting with your meeting this afternoon. Although you leave out your dream from last night, wanting to keep that memory for yourself. 

She's fairly calm when you mention that Bucky might still have feelings for you, though you don't seem to notice her slight smirk, she doesn’t say anything about it. 

“I can't believe she actually had the balls to visit you like that. Especially after everything she did to you.” Natasha exclaims popping a munchkin into her mouth. 

“But I'm proud of you, ya know.” you lean your head on her shoulder. You don't ask her to explain and she knows she doesn't need to. You already know what she means. I'm proud of you for how you handled Bucky tonight.

After a long week you're happy to have a day to sleep in. You wake up slowly to the smell of bacon and coffee wafting through the air. You make your way to the kitchen.

To your surprise you find Nat with two plates made up of bacon, pancakes and a fresh pot of coffee being made. 

“You, my friend, are an angel.” you smile tiredly at your amazing roommate. 

“Only on the weekend.” Natasha laughs, setting a full plate of food in front of you. You are rarely ever able to have breakfast with your roommate except on weekends. 

It's a nice chance for you both of catch up.

After breakfast you start to clean up. You both have a rule, whoever cooks gets a free pass from clean up duty. 

“Hey” Nat says from her place at the kitchen counter. 

“I asked Peggy and Wanda if they’re up for a girls night tonight.” you acknowledge her by nodding, you're busy washing dishes. 

“Wanda's down, Peggy said she has to work it out with Stevie.” Stevie is Peggy's nickname for him. He secretly loves it when she calls him that, whenever we tease him about it he gets all flustered. 

“I'll make sure she's here. Even if I have to drag her here by her perfect neck.” that makes you laugh, something you feel like you haven't done in a very long time. 

“Good luck with that. Steve is practically glued to her side.” Nat smiles back at you, ignoring your comment 

“Was that a laugh, like a real genuine laugh?” she smiles brightly at you, poking you in the ribs. You roll your eyes at her.

Peggy and Wanda arrive around eight with enough snacks and drinks to last until next year -given that New Year's Day is only two months away- you haven't been able to hang out with your friends like this in a while. 

Wanda owns her own antique jewelry shop and tends to get busier during the Holidays. 

Peggy is constantly traveling between London and New York. Especially since her dad has been needing more and more help with his real estate company. 

As for Natasha, she is a yoga instructor. Although you would think teaching self defense or Martial arts would be more her style.

You and Peggy are sitting on the couch chatting about her date with Steve last night. Wanda and is sitting at the coffee table making jewel while Nat is sitting on the floor near the couch painting her toe nails a bright shade of red. They’re both listening intently on Peggy's story. 

“I was convinced he was going to propose. He was so nervous, we even went back to the place we had our first date.” she whinges in her perfect British Accent. 

“Steve, propose? Hun, your gonna have to be the one proposing. The man can't ask for a favor without getting nervous.” Wanda says bluntly, measuring a ring she just made. Nat bursts out laughing at her bluntness. Peggy just rolls her eyes at them. 

“Well” you start, a small smirk spreading on your face. 

“You and Steve do have a trip to London planned. Maybe he's waiting to do it there.” If looks could kill, then Nat would definitely be throwing daggers at you. Peggy on the other hand looks like she could pass out from excitement. 

“Do you really think so?” You suddenly feel bad for saying anything. 

“It’s just a guess, I don’t know what he’s thinking.” instead of making the situation better you feel like you only made it worse. 

“Have you guys seen that movie that Chris Hemsworth is in?” Wanda cuts in so I don’t run my mouth even more than I already have. She knows it’ll easily distract Peggy, seeing as she loves Chris Hemsworth -I mean, who doesn’t- You grab the T.V remote to set up the movie. 

Nat and Peggy go to the kitchen to grab more snacks from the fridge. Soon enough you’re all squeezed onto your suddenly very small couch. 

You let out a sigh, happy to be around your best friends.

Part 3

@justreadingfics @soopranatural

[diamondsaregold]

A Memorable Offense! - A Dave Reyes Fanfic

The Royal Romance x Most Wanted

#ChoicesCreates Round 17

Prompt: “Some souls just understand each other upon meeting.”

Rating: T

Pairings:  Dave/MC, implied Dave/Sam

Summary: Hired to investigate Prince Liam’s photo scandal, Detective Dave Reyes attends a dinner party at the Cordonian royal palace. What he finds is a flamboyant cast of Cordonian nobles and an enigmatic foreign suitor who he sees a little too much of himself in. Hilarity, impromptu make-out sessions, and mortal embarrassment ensue.

Author’s Note: One like/reblog = one prayer for Dave’s dignity. Enjoy!

In his past 7 years working both a renowned private investigator and charming socialite, Dave had never been so utterly overwhelmed and flustered as he was that night.

The assignment had been simple enough: Work alongside Bastien and the other investigators of the royal palace, to track down whoever in their midst was illicitly selling private information and photos of Prince Liam to the press. His first task was to attend this dinner party and to get a sense of the noble circles surrounding the royal family.

It would be no trouble at all. After a month of recovering Alyssa’s stolen private contracts, finding Cassandra’s lost in-progress scripts, and taking down Otis’s certifiably insane and shutter-crazy fan boy (who, incidentally, turned out to be his reality TV show star ex-boyfriend. Which was nothing new, either.), Dave was pretty sure that he could handle tracking down one phony in a whole flock of manicured, gold-plated royals. 

Bastien seemed to agree. “You’ll need little preparation, based on what we have all heard about you,” the mysterious, dark-haired man had asserted confidently, before giving an approving nod to his attire. “Armani is quite the popular brand here. You’ll be a hit with the nobles. Just make sure that you blend in.” 

And so, Dave had walked into the ballroom with suit freshly dry-cleaned, eyes alert, and charming smile ready to deploy.

It began well, he had thought. After making his rounds and introducing himself to a handful of nobles milling about the dinner tables, he started off for the dance floor, to make the acquaintance of the various people swaying to the music in the center. 

As he began to move to the beat and caught the eye of a very pretty noble woman, he began to relax and let loose. There was nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun while on the job, after all!

Then began the chaos—or in Dave’s world, mildly embarrassing himself in front of other people. 

His social disgrace occurred in a series of four distinct offenses.

The first offense occurred as he was seconds away from asking a lovely lady for a dance, when a young man with a black button-up and ruffled hair quite literally flew into him.

He was much more solid than he appeared, Dave noted as he groaned and rubbed his shoulder from the impact. 

The young man quickly apologized, before grinning and immediately challenging Dave to “a dance battle of epic proportions.”

Before Dave could politely decline—both because he was sure that he could not hold his own in such a dance battle, and, because just then he noticed the sauce smeared on the man’s cheek and shirt collar—the young man flopped onto the floor and began doing the worm.

The people around them gave them a wide berth, and a few rolled their eyes in Dave’s direction.

Dave hastily excused himself from the wiggling, sauce-smeared man and darted off the dance floor. 

The second offense began when a red-haired lady, with a wolfish smile and what appeared to be a roosting bird in her hair, asked Dave to dance. Still reeling from the young man’s impromptu worm (though, in the man’s defense, it was quite the impressive worm), Dave politely declined.

Apparently, rejection did not sit well with this one. At first, she repeated her question, but this time with growing menace in her predator-like gaze. When Dave stared her back down and declined again, albeit more forcefully, she growled.

Alright, now he was afraid. Dave took a step back as the redhead leaned in close. “How dare you! I am a descendant of the esteemed Nevrakis Family. I am doing you a favor by extending a request to waltz to such a lowly commoner.”

Her childish pout and gag-worthy floral perfume, as well as his close proximity to her animalistic stare (and features, as Dave observed her sharp, pointed teeth) clouded his social tact and willpower. Offhandedly, he mentioned that Nevrakis sounded like a really bitchy, whiny family of tyrants from a popular fantasy TV show that was filmed in his hometown.

(It was only much later that night, long after she had stormed off, fuming, that he discovered that the show was based upon real events and people, who were descendants of the present-day Cordonian nobles. If so, Dave mused, the producers had done an excellent job of capturing the Nevrakises accurately.)

The third offense happened to be the most humiliating of the four. After recovering from his sudden-social-death by worm and his run-in with an insane wolf-lady, he decided to start over again, beginning with the gorgeous blonde woman in a teal gown, standing off to the side. 

Dave turned to a burly man in the denim shirt and asked him if he would be so kind to give him her name. The man gave him the once-over, before stating with an amused smirk that the blonde’s name was “Olivia.”

When Dave sauntered up to the blonde with his best, winning smile and asked “Olivia” if she would like to dance, she shot him a withering glare that froze him in his tracks, before stalking off without so much a backward glance.

Only after, between fits of the stocky man’s roaring laughter, did Dave discover that the blonde “Olivia” was in fact a “Madeleine.”  

When Dave asked icily then whom “Olivia” would be, the man laughed even harder.

As Dave summoned up whatever minute shred of dignity he had left and exited the ballroom, amid the man’s ungracefully loud guffaws, he tried to reassure himself that it was the embarrassing slip-up and rejection that had stunned him. 

Not the blonde hair, the steely blue eyes, and the hardened, fiery gaze that reminded him of the blonde firecracker of a woman in his own life. And whom he had not heard from in months.

Detective Dave Reyes stepped out onto the balcony and shut his eyes, taking a deep breath of the night air. Behind him, nobles twittered and twirled about. The sound of clinking forks and laughter filled the air, along with the distinct scent of apple-flavored gourmet dishes.

The lively scene stood in stark contrast to his own increasingly gloomy mood. Thinking of her only brought up the memory of their fleeting touches and the undefined, fractured state of their current relationship. How he had wanted more, but she…

Dave clenched the railing. Relationship woes be damned! Tonight, he was a man on a job, and he couldn’t afford to be dragged down by personal feelings. 

Then he remembered that he also said to her once, long ago, and nearly cursed himself aloud, until he noticed the young lady standing on the other end of the balcony.

Her back was turned to him. The plumes of her white dress gently billowed in the night breeze. In the dark, the gauzy fabric had a sheer glow, giving her a ghostly effect.

As he approached, he noticed that her gaze was directed downwards, into the black abyss below their balcony. 

Dave was only a few feet away from her rippling frame when he realized that he had been staring uncomfortably at this woman for the past few minutes, all while slowly inching closer to her. 

He flushed. Damn the reminiscing! He had dropped his guard. Quickly, he tried to form a coherent apology, an explanation for being a total and utter creep.

“It’s quite alright.”

She was so soft that he almost did not hear her.

“Pardon?” (He did hear her. He was Detective Dave Reyes, for crying out loud!) But he wanted to hear her voice again—it was low, monotonous, but had a distinct, sweet lilt to it.

“You were staring at me,” she replied. Her features were soft, round. Wisps of hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her dark eyes were bright with amusement.

“Oh. Right! Sorry about that.”

“Ah, no worries.”

She went quiet. Awkwardly, Dave coughed. Then he fiddled with his thumbs. Shifted from one foot to the other.

“So what’s an American detective like you doing in Cordonia?”

“You…you know me?!” Oops. He coughed as her smile slowly grew. “I mean. Yes! You do know me. Oh, I’m here on...important business.” Smooth, Reyes, smooth.

“You’re doing a job for the Cordonian government?” Shit! Did he give it away? Maybe she had hypnotized him earlier…

“Don’t worry. You didn’t give anything away. But I’ve followed your career, and I know you’re mostly based in Los Angeles.

“You follow my career?”

Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. The lady blushed and looked away. Smirking, Dave placed an arm on the railing and leaned in a little closer. 

Her lips were a vibrant shade of fuchsia. It made him recall the bold, over-the-top stars he’d run into at awards shows and parties. Stars who’d pout when they didn’t get the drink they wanted, or pucker up for a kiss when they saw him. At his first Hollywood gig, he remembered thinking they all looked like cartoon characters, with extravagant dresses and obnoxiously loud lip colors.

Somehow, though, the color worked for her. It gave her gauzy figure a pop of brilliance, and brought out the flecks of gold in her eyes.

“Yes. I’m quite the fan of you and Marshal Samantha Massey. You make quite the duo,” she finally replied.

Well, wasn’t that straight to the point. Caught for a moment, he flinched, and then laughed, unconvincingly.  “That we were!” He leaned back even more, trying to put some distance, some air, in between him and the truth of her statement.

She arched an eyebrow, and Dave noticed how finely sculpted it was.  “Were?”

“Yeah…well…” He couldn’t speak. It was as if there was a weight pressing down into his lungs. Suddenly, it felt like he was tumbling down, down, and it all seeped out.

“We’re not partners anymore. I haven’t seen her since our last case in February, in fact.” 

There was a note of finality to his a voice, a bitterness that he didn’t recognize. 

“So, you’ve decided to run away to Cordonia to get over her?”

He stared at her in shock. The corners of her lips curved upwards and Dave realized that she was teasing him. Slowly, he began to smile as well.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Was that a flirtatious remark?”

“No. But I know me.”

“Ah. Now I know why she left. You’re insufferable!”

“How dare you! I’m absolutely worth the suffering!”

It was a night that made for pleasant conversation, discussing their respective life stories and laughing at the similarities they saw in their own. Their confessions and hilarious anecdotes flowed out as they laughed and urged the other to go on.

“And then Maxwell said ‘Go get him, Princess,’ and I swear, he hip-checked me and sent me flying across the ice!” she giggled between laughs. It was more like a snort than a laugh, which only made him laugh even more.

“Did you glide like a princess?”

“Princess? Have you even met me? No, I face-planted in front of Prince Liam.”

“Oh, what a shame. Did Maxwell get a photo at least?”

“Excuse me?!”

Never before had he been so at ease with a stranger before, nor had he been able to find someone to hold their own as a worthy partner in intellectual conversation. The night wore on, and Dave found himself opening up amid her infectious laughter and inquisitive gaze, as the two wandered near pieces of their past they had never dared breach before.

“I’m not sure why I stayed in LA for long. Maybe my mother, maybe my job. This is the first time I’ve been away from home in so long.”

“Ah.” She looked away, and Dave made out the pain that flashed across her face. “I didn’t have much of a home to leave in the first place.”

She glanced back at him. “This the first time I’ve felt at home, in fact.”

As Dave peered into her dark eyes and observed the swirling sensation in his stomach, he had the strangest feeling that everything that night had led him to this moment.

Or maybe it was the tingling in his fingers as he brushed her hair out of her face and ran his thumb along the lines of her cheek. Her skin was warm, and flushed a soft pink wherever his touch followed.

After he pulled his hand away, with some reluctance, she took a step closer to him. She looked up at him to meet his gaze and he felt his breath catch. He drank in the flickers of desire in her gaze, the way she bit down softly on her lip as his own gaze darted over her face, stopping at her mouth. 

It wasn’t fuchsia, but a soft shade of purple, Dave noted, as he closed the distance between them.

It was the least talking they had done all night—save for when they slammed into the railing with resounding groans, before she desperately grabbed his shirt and tugged him closer. 

Or when he gripped his waist and slowly, tortuously moved south, as she whimpered into his mouth. 

Or, when she ran her tongue along his bottom lip and he made a guttural sound that he had never heard before. 

When they finally drew apart, the first thing he noticed was her lips. Flushed, slightly swollen (he thought to himself proudly), and very pink. Immediately, he swiped at his own lips. She laughed as he frantically rubbed the purple away.

Then the moment faded, and they were silent. Dave wondered why it was so difficult for him to meet her gaze now, but he forced his eyes up. Her face was guarded, careful, and a little regretful. 

He swallowed, and made the first move. “Sorry—”

“Don’t be.”

He got the feeling that both of them weren’t used to losing their composure. Now that the line had been crossed, they had no idea what to do. In the distance, he could hear the partygoers saying their farewells to each other, and the noise slowly filtering away. 

“I have to go,” she murmured.

“Right. Me too.”

Dave felt compelled to say something, to do something, to return from this spell he had fallen under, or to stop all walls they had torn down that night from slowly being erected again. 

“I’m really am sor—”

“Reyes.” He stopped at her harsh tone, before her face softened into something unrecognizable. Something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but made his insides flutter. 

“It’s alright.” Then she smiled, wistfully. The understanding in her gaze sent an ache through his chest.

“We all need an escape from time to time, don’t we?”

He was speechless as she pressed a kiss to his cheek, and slipped quietly back into the ballroom. 

He wanted to call out to her, to ask her to stay for just a little longer, until he faltered at the realization he had never gotten her name. Her white dress swished against the night air, and vanished into the blaring lights inside.

Dave groaned and leaned back against the railing—reeling from what, he was not sure. Was it the kiss? The mistaken color of her lipstick? Or the way his mind ran through her burning touch, over and over again? 

Whatever the fourth offense was, he thought, as he smiled ruefully, it was certainly the most memorable. 

He shook himself out of his thoughts, before getting to his feet and squaring his shoulders. 

Carefully, he buttoned his blazer up, straightened out his collar, and patted down his gelled hair. Before he stepped back into inside, he deftly checked his reflection in his phone. 

He grinned, at the memory of the scoffs and rolled eyes he’d receive whenever he’d insist on fixing his appearance before heading into a new case. Her puckered, pursed mouth. Always without lipstick.

He took in the cool night air for one more breath. Then Detective Reyes strode into the ballroom without looking back.

There would be time to remember, later. Right now, he had orders to complete.

“Dave? We have a problem.”

“Ah? What is it, Bastien?”

“…I believe you forgot to detail three specific events in your mission report.”

“What?! How—”

“Ah, excuse me.  I meant to say ‘four.’”

[transgender-imagines]

(Not my photo credit goes to the owner) Trigger Warning: Swearing, references to cyber bullying "For fucks sake it's two thousand seventeen!" The boy yelled as his hands were thrown into the air out of frustration. He looked at twitter one last time before shutting his phone off, he hurled it across the room as hard as he could while his ears blurred out the sound of it shattering into a million pieces. Y/n raged out as his feet stomped out the anger and his fist were thrown against the living room wall. He screamed and yelled as loud as he could until his throat gave out. All those directioners were targeting him for dating Harry Styles and their form of attack was insulting him for being transgendered. He stopped for a moment, re-evaluating himself, trying to grasp at something that wasn't there. Comfort. "@ y/t/n you're not even a real boy. No dick but got tits? Not a dude, sweetie (:" "I can't believe Harry would waste time and energy on @ y/t/n. She's an abomination to God" "@ y/t/n Kill yourself it will do the world some good, one less fuck up" The words seemed to shine like bright lights in his head, it cut him deep and would leave emotional scars. That was the end of his sanity. He let himself loose as he stayed by the wall and continuously crunched his knuckles against the maroon plaster. It was a good ten minutes of his demons letting loose as if they were freed from their cage. He could only allow himself to let go and wait it out, this twisted concoction of emotions was pulsing through him like blood and it showed on his knuckles and face. "Y/n!" His voice was merely a whisper to the thrashing boy with crimson knuckles and tear stained cheeks. Feet raced to him and arms confronted his vibrating body with a firm grip. Y/n began to cry as his body fell from exhaustion into Harry's embrace. He didn't know what came over him, but whatever it was, it manifested through him and stained the walls and his flushed cheeks, different fluids but from the same person. "Shhh shhh, baby, shhh." The deep accented voice of his boyfriend was murmured into his ear, an attempt at cooling him down. Harry was used to this by now and knew how to handle it better than in the beginning when they began seeing each other. He was calm and collected while the boy sobbed out of fear, hatred and defeat. He let other people's opinions and comments push him this far. Why? They weren't anything to him. He didn't even know them and probably never would, but he was tired of people misgendering him especially on purpose. His fists curled around the cloth of Harry's shirt and he cleared his throat and sniffled. Y/n gently rubbed his face against his boyfriends chest, trying to rid his face from the trails of tears that had flooded out his eyes. They sat in silence for a good five minutes, both just waiting for the other to speak first. Y/n looked up at his boyfriend, nothing but pain and guilt painted in his y/e/c eyes and he inhaled sharply before speaking. "I'm sorry, I-I let them get to me. I shouldn't have, but I did and I am so sorry I just- I don't know what came over me and I'm so sorry-" "Stop apologising. Are you okay?" Harry cut the boy off, his forestry eyes searching the boy's face for anything that could lead him to being more supportive in a stressful situation. "Yeah, my hands are a bit sore. Overall, I'm fine." Y/n sniffled again, his hands dropping from Harry's shirt and falling onto his thighs. "As they should. Let's get you cleaned up, love and you can tell me what happened. Sound good?" Y/n nodded and allowed Harry to get up and then got up himself. The two left the living room and headed for the bathroom, Y/n leading the way as he began to explain what got him into such a fuss in the first place. "And then you came in and found me. I'm so sorry Harry, I shouldn't have done what I did." Y/n finished his story and Harry nodded in understanding as he began to wrap up Y/n's knuckles. "I will post something tonight. I'm sorry you have to deal with that, love, it's wrong of them to say what they said. Just don't do this," he nodded towards his hands that he was wrapping, "again. I personally don't like seeing you in pain nor bloody holes in the walls." Harry said, smiling slightly before giving him a peck on the forehead. Y/n nodded and looked down at the tiled floor, his cheeks reddened from guilt and self hate. He sniffed in the air with a short breath and closed his eyes. This allowed Harry to continue his wrapping job, but concern morphed from concentration. The clack of the first aid kit caught Y/n's attention and he saw Harry tucking it back under the sink. He kept his eyes low as Harry walked between his legs again, his hands gently holding Y/n's. "What's on your mind?" Harry murmured against his dreary boyfriends hair, but all he got in response was silence and a troubled sigh. He pulled away from the slouched figure and looked at him more closely. His fingers brushing the bangs out of his face and gliding them back until he began to massage Y/n's scalp, his fingernails lightly scratching the covered skin. Y/n let out a sigh of relief and watched Harry watch him. It was quiet again for a moment and they both watched out it like a window. "You don't deserve this." Y/n stated bluntly, that caused Harry to slow his movements and his brows to sew together in confusion. "What?" "You don't deserve this," Y/n gestured to himself with his bandaged hands, "hot mess. I'm so so sorry." Harry rolled his eyes and removed his tangled fingers from Y/n's hair. He placed them on either side of Y/n's hips while he leaned in close, so close their nose faintly touched. Harry's piercing emerald eyes held a spark that held the boy captive and stare back. "You're right." Harry sighed, and moved the gum in his mouth with his tongue, his eyes not once leaving Y/n's, "You're too much beauty and grace for me to ever be able to touch. I wouldn't want to taint a handsome thing like you." Harry's breath fanned across Y/n's face, and he could smell the spearmint as it crawled up his nostrils. "I love you for who you are. And everything that they have said and will say about you will never mean anything. You know why?" "Because it's not true." "Exactly. Let me get you some Advil for the pain while you go lie down in bed. I will get you a movie, you can watch it while I cook supper. How does that sound?" "I want to cuddle though." Harry smirked at Y/n's bashfulness as he peeked through his eyelashes at his boyfriend. "We can cuddle if you want, but what about dinner?" "We can cook it together..." Y/n trailed pushing Harry gently away as he hopped off the counter top of the sink, "after the movie." Harry could not help himself as he watched Y/n brush by him. He grabbed his wrist, softly and pulled Y/n back. The boy looked at him with curiosity, but that was short lived when Harry pressed his lips to his quickly, ducking down to meet his height. It was a short kiss but the two could feel the others love by the energy that flowed through them. "Go lie down, babe, I'll be in, in a minute." Harry wiggled his arm so Y/n's arm would wiggle as well. "Okay, and you need to stop!" Y/n pulled his wrist from Harry as he tried to hide his smile while he walked down the short hallway to their shared bedroom. Harry threw away the now empty Neosporin tube as he smiled to himself from the recent encounter with his boyfriend. Though, his lips curved down as he remembered how they'd gotten into that event and Harry felt a fire burn inside as his anger came alive. He pulled out his phone and opened twitter. His thoughts raced as he started up a new tweet, trying to keep it under one hundred fifty. He reread it and deleted a few things here and there until he deemed it worthy of posting. Harry: If any of you are true fans you will stick up for @y/t/n and be supportive, not bring him down with insults, slurs and hate crimes. It's disgusting. So please be kind and spread love. -H xoxo Harry slid his phone back into his pocket and wandered towards the movie shelf by outside the bedroom door and picked out Y/F/M and shuffled to the bedroom where him and Y/n would fall asleep to the loud sounds of the movie. At last he found comfort in the inked arms of his beloved and soon the emotional scars faded into the back of his mind as his eyes closed for the night and he slipped away into a dreamless sleep. Author's Note: So I deleted (by accident) the first original post and ugh fuck, but I hope all that read this enjoyed and the next post will be involving a trans!women. Feedback is welcome and I'm going to try and write an imagine for every transgender there is even if it's not a gender at all. There needs to be more of these for us LGBTQ+. 😊