#i'm too tired to get hung up on ship stuff

[httpwintersoldier]

『 bloodhound. || mihawk x reader 』

[PART 3 OF 4 - ONE PIECE'S KINKTOBER] - MIHAWK VER.

[SHANKS VER.] [BUGGY VER.] [SANJI VER.]

pairing: mihawk x f!reader words: lenghtyyyyy summary: your thievery catches the eye of a man who likes to take on every challenge that crosses him, only he did not know you were a bigger challenge than he anticipated. warnings: mihawk uses you. just assume the worst when reading my stuff. angst; smut; fluff.

You weren't a pirate, but somehow you got yourself a pretty little wanted poster. 10 million Berries, not bad! Not bad at all for someone who only committed a little theft.

Obviously by "a little theft" you meant stealing from the biggest banks and richest families - you just happened to like shiny things!

You got under the Marines' radar when you managed to infiltrate the base and steal some of their maps - yes, they weren't shiny or pretty, but the money you were about to get for them from the likes of Arlong and Buggy sure was. You made deals with good people and bad people alike, who they were mattered not to you - it only mattered that their money was real.

"You busy?" The Vice-Admiral's voice sounded in Mihawk's ear.

The man, who was sleeping, his hat covering his eyes, furrowed his eyebrows and groaned internally at the voice he now found annoying.

"I was, Vice-Admiral, but I find myself free now that you woke me." The man answered, an impertinent tone in his voice.

"I got you a new prey."

Interested in the way he described you (as a prey), Mihawk listened attentively to the instructions the Vice Admiral gave him.

"A thief? You woke me and are sending me out to sea, because of a little girl who stole some stuff?" Mihawk asked with a condescending tone.

"Not some stuff. Too much stuff."

The man rolled his eyes as he made his way to his small ship

"And the Marines are not able to catch her?"

"I think you will find the task harder than it seems, Mihawk."

With those final words, the Vice Admiral hung up, tired of Mihawk's judging and condescending tone. The man groaned, getting a little tired of these seemingly easy tasks the Marine sent him on - he was a Warlord, for fuck's sake, and the Marines used him to go after a measly thief...

You, on the other hand, rested on the shore of an island whose name you didn't care to learn. You hadn't robbed anyone or anything on it yet, so you wanted to enjoy the sea, the sand and the food while no one was looking for you (even though someone already was, you just didn't know it yet). You were very confident in your skills, constantly changing your look, attire and personality to make you harder to find or recognize. Few people ever suspected you, and so the confidence that you'd never be caught grew.

Obviously it didn't take Mihawk long before he was able to find you - all he had to do was ask around which islands had recently been tragets of many robberies and find the closest island that had yet no reports of such a thing happening.

"Have you heard? Dracule Mihawk is here! I'm sure I saw him, you can see his sword from miles away!" You heard someone whisper as you walked the streets of the island.

Your furrowed your brows at the information... Dracule Mihawk? What would a Warlord be doing in such a small island? Unless...

Your eyes widened in realization.

Shit.

Maybe you weren't as careful as you thought, maybe you weren't as good as you thought, and maybe you weren't as "uncatchable" and untraceable as you thought. If he was able to find you within a couple days of setting foot on the island, Mihawk surely would be able to spot you.

Shit. Fuck.

You needed to sneak on a ship that very night and get the fuck out before the man found you. You kept cursing internally as you had to leave the island before even being able to steal anything - but it was either leaving empty handed or leaving tied up.

For the time being, you hid on the island's vast forest, where you were sure he wouldn't look, waiting for the moon to come out.

When the sun began setting in the horizon, you made your way out of the dense jungle and headed to the island's port, looking for the biggest and most crowded ship - the more people it had and the bigger it was, the hardest to spot you, the unsolicited company, would be.

"I had to admit, I thought the whispers of my arrival would ruin our encounter, yet here we are." You heard a male voice speak behind you, as you walked on the port's creaky wooden floors.

You slowly turned around to unfortunately find the man tasked with bringing you to the Marines. You smiled innocently and held your hands up in surrender.

"Sorry Sir! Think you got the wrong person, I'm just boarding now!"

Your lies didn't work on Mihawk, that just rolled his eyes at you.

"Boarding? No ship is boarding at the moment, as both of us can very clearly see. I know who you are girl, make this easier for yourself and give in."

You smirked and scoffed at the man.

"Can't believe the Marines sent a Warlord after me, am I that dangerous?" You said, placing a hand over your chest, pretending to be shocked.

Mihawk was a little surprised about your change in demeanor, but he (obviously) didn't show it.

"Neither can I." He said honestly, with a sigh that showed the utmost boredom "So let's make this quick shall we?"

Your eyes were set on his sword and necklace. They were intersting... Pretty and... shiny. Oh you wanted them, you wanted them bad. Especially since you didn't get to steal anything in the island. You knew you'd hardly be able to steal the big heavy sword, but the little cross on his neck? Child's play.

You switched your confident expression to a fake shocked, sad one and walked over to him slowly, with your wrists together in front of you - you pretended to give yourself in for the sake of getting closer.

Mihawk's confidence, boredom and belief that he was better than anyone and capable of outsmarting every opponent, as well as the fact that he underestimated you, were fulcral for your escape plan.

When trying to find a ship, you spotted a couple that had left not long ago and would be easy to swim to. For you, obviously, not for Mihawk that carried

The Warlord was not surprised you gave youself in, some people would do so in hopes to fall in the Marines' good graces and get better sentencing.

"Pretty knife you got there." You said, pointing to his sword

Mihawk furrowed his eyebrows and, while he was busy being offended you called Yoru a "knife", you grabbed the cross on his neck and dove into the water, furiously swimming towards one of the boats that had left not long ago, but was far away enough from shore for Mihawk not to be able to follow you.

"Fuck!" He yelled.

It was dark and the waves were wild, it was impossible to follow you with his sight, let alone physically. And he couldn't attack the ship - it was full of civilians.

When you reached a ship, you pretended to be a scared woman that had fallen overboard in another ship and they immediately took you in and offered you food and clothes, in an attempt to make up for the supposed trauma you'd told them about.

You were the number one thing on Mihawk's priprity list from that day on - he was obsessed with you. Any other targeted ordered by the Marine was ignored or done as a side quest as he looked for you - the woman that had stolen his necklace and worse, the one that outsmarted him.

On the other hand, you were giddy you were able to pull it off, and wore the necklace (hidden, of course, as to not raise suspicion) as a prize.

You wouldn't see each other for two months. You thought you were safe from his radar, but that couldn't be further from the truth. To be fair, you knew that if he was looking for you, he'd be at the big ball hosted by Kaya, and you knew it'd be risky to attend but you absolutely couldn't miss it - so many people to steal from, so much jewelry... A paradise to you.

So you did your best to disguise yourself: a dress far more revealing than usual, to take away attention from your somewhat recognizable face and a long, black wig with a fringe and two strands on each side that framed your face, hiding your features even more.

Mihawk refused to leave Yoru behind, even if it meant you'd recognize him in the middle of the crowd. He was determined to get you, no matter what means he had to use.

You waited a while before starting to swipe stuff - you wanted to give people time to get somehwat drunk. That would make it so they wouldn't notice their things vanish so easily and, as a bonus, they'd probably blame the loss of their items on the alcohol, and not on a thief. It was perfect.

You hid the sutff you had stolen on your pouch, in hidden places on your outfit and, in some cases, you wore the jewelry as if it was yours.

The party was cut short on your end when you saw a feathery had and a shiny sword walk in the big doors of the mansion.

"Oh... Shit." You cursed under your breath and scanned the room to find the best exit.

The stress and fear of the Warlord seemingly still following you made your brain momentarily stop, and you did not stop to think that someone hurriedly making their way out right as he walks in would be suspicious.

"Gotcha." He thought, with a smirk, as he spotted you making your way to the back.

Before you could get far, a large hand captured your wrist.

"Leaving so soon? Why don't we dance for a little, my lady." Mihawk whispered in your ear.

You had no time to reply as he spun you around and pulled you to his chest.

"You have something that belongs to me, Y/N." He whispered again.

To the unknowing eye, it would seem you and Mihawk were simply dancing to the song, but you were very much fighting, although not in a way that would alert the other guests that they were in possible danger.

"Why don't you come find it?" You suggested with a smirk, as the man spun you into his chest.

"There will be plenty of time to find it, trust me." His hands travelled your body, looking for the cross you had stolen, correctly assuming you kept it close, instead finding several compartments with jewelry "Is this all you've stolen tonight?" Mihawk asks, amused.

You chuckled.

"I was just beginning, until someone crashed the party."

Mihawk pulled you close once more.

"I doubt you're in the guest list, I'm hardly the only one crashing a party."

"So now what?" You asked with a scoff, looking up at his big, yellow eyes "You take me in and hand me to the Marines?"

Mihawk scanned your face - you were good. You had just been caught, yet you displayed no trace of stress, despair, panic... In fact, you looked confident. And Mihawk wasn't sure if that impressed him, agered him, or aroused him. For you to be so confident in the face of power and danger... that stirred up something in him that he wasn't sure how to describe.

"I'm not so sure. You've made this personal when you stole my belongings." He replied, with an expression you couldn't decipher.

"I also made fun of your pretty sword." You said with a giggle.

That was the turning point that had Mihawk swing you over his shoulder and carry you out. Some guests were far too drunk to process what had happened and the ones that weren't simply didn't care - they had free food and drinks, why should they care.

The man carried you out to the garden, to a secluded place surrounded by bushes, trees and tall flowers. There was a small gazebo in the center but it was far away enough Mihawk was sure no one would come snooping.

"That's it. Where is it!?" He asked, as if you had wasted his patience completely (which you had).

Mihawk not-so-carefully threw you on the ground and straddled you, making you groan when your head hit the hard wooden floor.

When he obtained no response, his hands began searching you, taking out every piece of jewelry he found - your pouch, your hidden pockets, your body.

"Hey!" You complained, gathering the jewelry others had worked so hard for (and you had worked so hard to steal from) as best as you could.

"Where is it!?" Mihawk growled, his face, centimiters away from yours, as his hands angrily gripped your thighs.

You knew you had no way out of it now, so you might as well succumb to his wishes.

Mihawk watched as you slid off the straps of your dress and pulled it down slightly, to reveal that his necklace was stored in your bra, between your tits. You giggled in his face, making him even angrier.

"You know what?..." The man began, taking his cross away from you and placing it down far away "You've caused me a lot of trouble... and most of all you made fun of me to my face."

His hand made its way from your thigh to your neck, gripping it slightly, before bending over to whisper in your ear.

"I think I've just found a way for you to pay for all the trouble."

For a second you thought he was going to kill you - even though choking wasn't his style, nothing was off the table, you thought. It was only when you saw a lustful glint in his eye that you understood what he meant.

"You like to fuck all of the criminals you find along the way?" You teased with a smirk.

Mihawk stood up and, as he did so, he gripped your hair and made you kneel in front of him.

"Can't wait to shut that pretty little mouth of yours." He says through gritted teeth, as he pulled out his cock and slapped it against your cheek a couple times.

You obidiently open your mouth as you look up at him with big eyes, and he shoves his lenght in your mouth. The man gathered your hair in a ponytail, making it easier to control you and fuck your face.

"Who knew you could be such a good girl? Hm?"

You could only moan in responde and grip his thighs for support. When you looked up at him again tears brimmed in your eyes, from how hard he was fucking your mouth.

When the man pulled out, you gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip.

"Feel like talking back now, brat?" Mihawk asked, voice dripping in fake pity.

You opened your mark to hit him with a snappy remark, but he took the oportunity to shove his cock back into your mouth, efffectively shutting you up once more.

You gagged on his cock over and over, a tear rolling down your cheek and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he fucked your throat.

Mihawk's abdomen clenched as he felt himself getting closer and closer to climax, and just then he pulled away from your mouth.

The smudged makeup running down your face and swollen mouth alone would've been good enough to make him cum - oh how he loved putting brats in their place.

The man sat with his back leaning against one of the sturdy wooden collumns, and patted his thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap.

"What makes you think I won't just run away." You asked with a broken voice, your throat a little dry from him fucking you.

Mihawk scoffed as you crawled over to him.

"I know you won't." The man responded in a cocky voice.

Worst part was that he was right.

As you straddled him, one of his arms wrapped around you, keeping you hovering over his cock. The man pulled up your dress and pushed your panties aside so he could access your pussy.

"Oh but you like being used, don't you? You like being a fuck toy, right princess? Just a hole for me to fuck?" Mihawk asked condescendingly, as he ran two fingers along your dripping folds.

You bit your lip as you heard those foul (and very true) words leave his lips.

"Answer me." He demanded through gritted teeth, delivering a harsh smack to your yes.

"I do- I love being used by you."

Mihawk chuckled, running his tip alolng your folds.

"I can tell, princess."

His tip found your entrance, and he had no mercy on you. He slammed you down on his cock. You gripped his shoulders, and your mouth fell open - although you were incapable of making a single noise.

The arm that was gripped around your waist controlled your movements as his hips slammed up against you, fucking you at an inhuman pace.

"Come on princess, don't you like being a brat? I dare you to try it now." Mihawk dared, whispering the last part in your ear.

"I- I won't be! Fuck- sorry!" You apologised between pants and moans, your eyes barely open.

"That's a good girl." He praised, nearly out of breath from fucking you.

"You feel good... so good." You admitted in a husky voice, earning a smirk from Mihawk and a spank that was meant to be a reward (and you took it as such).

The Warlord attached his lips to yours in an animalistic kiss, accentuating the fact that he was in control, he owned you in that moment.

You moaned incessantly into the kiss, mixing with his groans, as you gripped his shoulders.

"You look- you look so much better like this. Being obedient, with my cock deep in you."

The way you bounced on his cock became sloppy, as did his thrust, signaling you were both close to climax.

Mihawk bit and sucked your neck, marking you as best as he possibly could at that point.

"Fuck Mihawk I'm gonna cum!"

The hand that was not busy gripping your ass flew to your neck, choking you just the right way - in a way that almost made you cum.

"Did I tell you you could? Beg." He demanded through gritted teeth.

Your legs faltered at your command, but his hand held you up.

"Please, please Mihawk... I need to cum, please!"

Your high-pitched moan combined with the way you begged was enough to make him give you the green light.

You came on his cock, a loud whine and a call for his name leaving your lips. Mihawk grabbed your hips and snapped his against yours until ropes of cum filled you up.

The both of you stayed still, regaining your breaths and resuming the tension of the pre-sex moment.

Mihawk reached out to grab the cross that you had stolen from him and wrapped it around his neck once more, enjoying the familiarity of the item.

"I guess you gotta hand me over, hm..." You said, in a fake sad voice, trying to appeal to his soft side now that you had his dick in you.

He simply scoffed.

"You won't get sympathy from me, princess." The Warlord said, placing his hands on your ass "However, this world does need a few new wild cards, it's getting boring. And you have the right attitude, I think you'd have a lot more use beside me, as a student, rather than in a cell."

It was almost as if he was debating with himself about the theme as he exposed it to you.

Before you could speak, Mihawk anticipated himself.

"You'll have plenty Berry to buy your shiny paraphernalia..." He clarified, rolling his eyes.

"Well... Having your grumoy self as a teacher beats being behind bars... so I guess you got yourself a student."

[archmage--khadgar]

(( In the process of moving from west coast back to Northeast. (I'm not happy about it. Don't celebrate it.) Already spent a few hundred on shipping boxes back and I'm nowhere near done. But the cheapest, reliable movers are giving a quote of roughly 4k.

Mom thinks this is unreasonable, and said, and I quote: "Your stuff isn't worth 4k. 9_9. You only have what? A folding desk you got at goodwill?" (Also keep in mind I never said SHE had to foot that entire bill).

Keep in mind, she's been here several times. She was here June of last year. She's insisting I don't have anything more aside from the chair in which I sleep in, and a computer desk. I've been over here 7 years now, my apartment is fully furnished. She keeps gaslighting and insists there's nothing here. That I only own a few shirts, that I don't have bedding, no dishware etc. You see, when something is MINE it doesn't exist or has no value. Unless it was something she gifted or finds a use for. She also got angry when I reminded her of the L.A ordinance where appliances are not the responsibility of the Landlord, broken or no. She aggressively told me I was wrong, started making up some shit about fees -- I never said there would be a fee I said the broken fridge isn't the landlord's responsibility. She doubled down on being an asshole. There was other shit she spewed from her mouth that I don't have the spoons to repeat.

So I hung up.

Does this risk her throwing out the things I've already sent back or had to leave there in the first place? Yup.

Does this risk a roof over my head as she has the power too call up the landlord and say I'm going to be out and gone in a few days, forcing me to shelter my cat and either go back with nothing, (a lot of this is irreplaceable or I need it for work) or find a park bench to sleep on for the rest of my days? Ayeah.

Do I care? Honestly not anymore. I'm tired. I'm beyond burnt out. It's the dead time of year so I'm getting a singular shift each week. No one else with hire me, commissions have all but dried up and because of all the social media fuckery, all my calls for help. Donations, discounted comms, sticker sales are just. Going nowhere. I have no other family, or support system outside of getting the occasional digital hug or back pat. Whatever curse I got goin' on here is about to win.))

[the-firebird69]

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Why is this happening everything that this idiot Trump and his idiot people make is useless this bike you can't even ride on the road it has fat tires they're not street legal they never will be and BG keeps on complaining it's making nothing on purpose so our friend here Fair did the answer out this a****** retard moron traiter to the rebellion and he's thinking maybe he's empire. He's singing right now it's by doing things for the empire that you become the empire and they say they don't want you and you're not them and shut your s*** down and they're going after you for what you're saying and don't blow up the ships they don't want the ships blown up or the Colosseum it's not your job to try and wreck Us in New York City so you're just a fruitcake who says this to people and you get killed Trump and I'm trying to talk about you and he says it's working it's extremely annoying but the name is what he gave to you cuz you're a sucker it's Rudy us and the Mac proper it's still after them and it works and holy s*** you stupid you're a big mouth you figure a Mac and you're killing yourself and everybody else is a Mac this kid has to defend himself and you fall for all such a s*** it's it's like this if you fall for something that simple you need to be put to death instead people keep you around cuz they don't understand it I bet Anthony Hopkins does and a few other people a lot of Acts somewhat get it what are you say is the Mac proper I want to Trump us and they're trying to do it all the time very simple he is a genius no one can keep the finger on it if you paid them a million dollars a second and you're the f****** lost doing it now it doesn't help it's us too apparently yeah you're the code for that too I wouldn't be surprised if you came up with it and had him say it you're so dumb he was thinking about it with her and thanks to this idiot was forcing to hear it doesn't remember anything he's hearing either he's a s*** head. Now they want to know good finally you like dumb craps waiting for a fire to burn you it's terrible this is terrible I'm surrounding stupid f****** idiots in the Mac property idiots too. Eddie Brock gets protected but our friend here for quite a while it's because Trump is after him he has been for some time now but he's trying to speak it out cuz he can't stand it anymore no one can this guy is a complete a****** it says Brad lives on he goes off to the right. It's got a very solid brain shut up. He says he's too frolic in the dark s*** better figure out this Trump and it did this is good you better watch those clothes with bleach they're all frolicking in the dogshit. We're hearing stuff too like he's going to have you hung from the tree cuz you're f****** around with him out there and bja he's the one who tried to hang now it's both of them you have a huge huge problem Trump but you won't die you simply trying to get rid of you and everyone else is now he didn't leave the way either.. he says that you might lead the way and led the way to get rid of yourself and your wife is saying it's true he's a suicidal piece of s*** so you don't care it's what he's saying it is true we're going to get to you in the mac problem we're going to get to you you imbecile

Have you seen you with your arms stuffed up your ass yeah and I know what it means

You're so God damn dumb we're going to go tell you to shut up and press in your f****** freaking have you arrested

Mac Daddy

[jonathanjohnnyjones]

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak?

Are there any ships you can’t stand, why?

Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak? Answered here.

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

I bought Super Mario RPG at a flea market (back when they used to actually sell games and it was pretty prevalent). I bought it at a stand where someone was selling a bunch of SNES games. I also got it with A Link To The Past and a couple of other games. I played it completely blind, since I had no manual or strat guides that were around at the time. It was so fun, even if I was ill-prepared for some of the bosses because I didn't know what to expect. Bowyer got me in RNG hell, I got decimated by Johnny because I didn't focus on powering up Mario for him to last that long and Culex handed my ass to me but I think he did that to everyone. I also found Culex by accident and was NOT prepared at all. I also didn't know the cheat for the 3d Maze and wanted to exit this universe trying to figure it out (thanks Johnny). It was nice playing it blind. Things like Johnny showing up at the Yaridovich fight was a genuine surprise and I can say it was nice not having the internet spoil things like that for me...simply because the internet was not what it is now as far as video game content goes. I grew up in the wild west of the web, when everyone had fansites made by geocities, tripod and angelfire. About to show my age here, but I ran into the Mario fandom on MySpace. I think one of my mutuals at the time made a Mario account and I was like...you can rp in this? So I made my Bowser account (which was me specifically rping the SMRPG iteration of him). People in the fandom have always been kind, at least those I hung around with. While I've seen the bad eggs, my experience here has still be quite good. Hope it stays that way tbh.

Are there any ships you can’t stand, why?

Well, I've been dreading this question. I don't usually like to talk about ship stuff. People can ship what they want, and I usually don't give any kind of shit. Not to say I don't have feelings about ships, because I do. Just really don't discuss it because it can step on toes and that's not what I'm about.

I can say I don't like Geno x Mallow because Mallow is canonically a child. I ship them platonically as friends or Geno being a father figure to Mallow, but some people ship them romantically and hoo boy, I dislike that.

I'm about to sound pretty controversial here, because I know this ship is pretty loved but I don't get why Mario x Geno is so popular. I get that they're team mates and yeah, I admit they have potential and can even be cute, but I don't really care for the way the majority of the fandom portrays them. It's also on my dash 4-7 times a day (yesterday it was literally 90% of my 'for you' tab) and gets shoved in every orifice of my body as a result. I think that much exposure has made me feel a little sick of seeing it. It's become a bit of a hollow ship for me.

Not even saying it because I ship Johnny x Mario, I'm just tired of it being force fed to me all over my dash. If you ship it, good on you! You see something in it I don't and you are by no means obligated to start changing your mind now! Do what makes you happy! Life's too short to let some weirdo who roleplays a shark pirate gatekeep your fun! I don't hate the ship as much as I am just tired of seeing it. More than likely, you won't see me complain about ships again. I'm only doing it now because I was literally asked, lol.

[apostatehamster]

Cool, cool, cool. Thoughts? Ramblings? Some kind of personal summary??? about the first three eps under the cut.

OK first of all I was fucking stupid because I accidentally watched the third ep first, and i was confused why so much. had changed but WHATEVER LMAO

I couldn't tell you which episode destroyed me more, jesus christ, what a comedy am I right? OK WELL, I'm Izzypilled so I will be mostly screaming about Izzy, and EdIzzy because I am broken but whatever. I will probably also a bit snarky, but eh, this is my blog lol.

OK SO episode 1 opener. We see Stede and Iz fencing, and I am lowkey sad that this scene from the trailer is not them training fencing. (Yet. Who knows) No, it's a dream sequence of Stede, where he stabs Izzy for selling them out and kills him. And as soon as Izzy is dead, Edward comes running toward him, all smiles, everything forgiven and they roll around in the sand. And I FEEL like this scene is a bit of a... nod at some haters lol.

Kind of like saying, "So you believe Izzy is the evil, and once Evil is defeated, Ed and Stede can be reunited and in love again, and everything's fine" But it's a dream, and life is not so easy, and it /won't/ be so easy, but more on that later.

I fucking loved the part where Stede & the crew hung around Spanish jackie's Inn. Honestly, that was probably the most light hearted and fun part of all the episodes-

"Dear Ed [...] I think of you often. I hope you're thinking of me." [Scene pans to Ed's giant back tattoo "Trust no one"] Christ. q.q Well he's thinking of Stede I guess, but I don't think that's what Stede means or wants. I love these cut backs between Stede view and Ed view. The more easy going stuff with Stede, and the true pirate life with ed in all it's glory [apparently].

Except the crew is fucking tired. They are surviving, but that's it. I've never seen a crew so sad eating fucking CAKE. [And I am so upset that Ivan just. Died. The boys, divided. Just Fang left] But heck I love their new outfits, they're cool and I love the raid make up ksksk

OK SO, we get to the Izzy crying scene that was spoilered. I knew that scene from the bakc of my hand. I did not know that Izzy looked so dejected because Edward basically told him to work harder or he would be replaced. Decades of loyalty, and your captain offhandedly mentions how replaceable you are. Ouch! The first of many ouches! Okay so tears are shed, the little man gets hugged, and god bless Fang, I love you, light of my life in this dark opening

Meanwhile Stede meets a minor prince, and the swede becomes the 20th husband of Jackie. Good for them!

Okay back to our toxic duo. Izzy tells Ed about how the crew does not want to obey, and Ed casually mentions that Izzy is gonna lose his 4th toe now. And from the leaked clip I expected that Izzy probably lost those toes because he took one for the crew, because the crew did not obey and ed took it out on him. (Izzy did react unreasonably upset when they refused to follow the orders, so.)

Then Izzy asks dejectedly "Who am I to you?" and I had to pause because i was too scared to hear Ed's answer, ngl.

"You know me better than anyone has ever known me, and I daresay the same is true for me about you." Is a killer statement already, but then: "I have-" and a pause. Because this is a heavy admission for him. "love for you, Edward." (Not "Blackbeard", but "Edward".) and Ed basically scoffs at him in disbelief, like not even a rejection but I can't say if that makes it better or worse, it's just bad. And then Izzy mentions the mood on the ship is bad and he suggests to talk it through, suggests as Stede would have, and it's so Stede it sets Ed off.

And there is a round of pointing the gun at every crew member, until Ed points it at his own chin (Christ, ed, your suicidal ideation) and Izzy finally explodes and calls for an end to this, and says out loud what everyone is too afraid to say. That the atmosphere is fucked because of Edward's feelings for Stede. And he has barely ended the sentence and Ed fuckign shoots him, and he doesn't even fucking look at him while doing so. Announces Frenchie is the new first mate, replaces Izzy like he was nothing. And if you thought i was already feeling bad for Izzy in season 1, because he was trailing after Ed like a loyal dog, ignored, forgotten and cast aside, IMAGINE HOW BROKEN I WAS HERE. Fucking shot him down, like a pet dog, and walked away.

Cut back to Stede crew shenanigans but at that point im already inconsolable. Minor prince loses his nose. We will see him again. That guy will be trouble, maybe he will be Stede's new nemesis, who knows. Wede leaves the crew, I hope we will meet him again. I'm sure we will visit jackie again, so.

Fang my sweet guy, crying because Ed shot Izzy. But Jim telling the story of pinocchio, doing The Voice, to cheer him up, was so fucking cute....

But anyway I'm glad we had the trailers and stuff and that the episodes came in a batch, because, Izzy was pretty much absent for the rest of the ep and presumed dead. NAH, MAN

ANYWAY EPISODE 2

Stede thinking fondly of Ed and sighing deeply. me too Stede. Meanwhile Ed and the wedding cake toppers, pushing them together. My dude, you got it bad, jesus.

I love Zheng and her crew of pirate ladies lmao. ""Ah men, so emotional, smh""The sea's restorative, isn't it?" "YES QUEEN! I always said that" Buttons fucking saved my soul from utter despair, because i fucking broke out laughing at that. YAS QUEEN, SLAY.

And hey!! LUCIUS LIVES!! I wish I could say I was surprised, but honestly, they would have been a fool to kill him off, of COURSE he had to return. And fuck he looks good, fucking love him. Pete immediately rushing to kiss him T_T the rest of the crew running to hug him too, these precious guys.....

I'm here for Seawitch Buttons & Auntie mysticism.

Okay, back to Ed. He had a good cry, he pushed off the cake topper of Stede and him. "No more booze, no more drugs. And more importantly, no more Izzy." Like Izzy was the bane of his existence. You could argue about how much Izzy fucked up, but that's just, fucking not okay in my books. Ed asking his new First Mate Frenchie "You did kill Izzy right?" like he wants his old friend dead so bad.

Alright, but Izzy is still alive, sorry Edward. And also sorry Izzy because wowe that's miserable. Leg's rotting, he is stashed away in a secret chamber, and Archie & Jim are gonna take his leg off with no anesthesia or painkiller what so ever. LOOK I'm a whore for whump and all, but that's fucking hardcore lol. But hey. Jim and Archie holding hands on izzy's rotting leg. Then the two later kissing in front of an unconscious Izzy, amputated leg in one hand. Romantic! Also fucking morbid but I loved it lmaooo. But damn the humor is dark this season.

I fucking love Lucius so much. He waltzes into the room where Stede is trying to figure out how best to find Ed, upset because Edward looks like a ghoul on the wanted poster. "Are you even gonna ask how I am?" and that's such a loaded question and I love him for it. Stede is so preoccupied with thinking about Ed, he didn't even care to ask about his former Scribe. Lucious flips him the bird and I can't help but think Izzy would have been proud. Fuck I really want Lucius and Izzy to bond this season, please. The new Lucius and the new Izzy could be a really interesting combo.

He finally tells Stede that Ed tried to kill him, where he faltered to tell Stede before. "You broke him, and he broke me. Everything that's happened to me since has been your fault!" and it's so harsh because it comes from Lucius, sweet Lucius, and it's I think also the first time someone outright hated at Stede (not counting Izzy here, because. He's Izzy)

Back to Ed! Frenchie is so jumpy, and bless his soul, I don't know how he manages to stay so smiley throughout all this. But yeah, Ed finds out Izzy is alive! Or as he puts it "Do you think I wouldn't know the smell of my rotting former first mate?" which, what an odd thing to say ed wth lol

Archie asking Jim why they care so much about Izzy anyway, because he seems like a dick. "Ah he is. But he's our dick." and i kid you not, thats among all the things i ever wanted. The crew accepting grumbly Izzy as he is, because he might be a jerk, but he is THEIR jerk. And I love the possesiveness. Then a romantic kiss with the amputated leg in hand lol. Enter Ed who sends them out, and i had to ugly laugh at how he said "Take the fucking leeeeg." jkdghjk And I fucking love Jim, for staring Ed dead in the eye "He was your friend."

Stede crew time! Oh Olu trying his best, but not really succeeding. Mate, you're gonna be fine, you just nee d abit more trainign and self confidence.

Lucius smoking and being all bitter does something to. i swear he turned into an Izzy. Considering how the fandom calls Izzy rat man (lovingly ornot), and Lucius nickname is now rat boy.. he is like... the successor to izzy in my books lol. I REALLY want them to hang out and talk. So badly.

Back to Ed! This scene will fucking break me, but at the time of watchign I did not know yet. Also the scene why I started writinga whole fucking novel, i guess. Anyway! He sits next to Izzy, who's pretty much incapacitated and helpless.

"I just popped down to say a proper goodbye.", and Ed gets out a gun, implying he wants to finish the job and kill Izzy, and Izzy basically... does not react to that. Just looks at him in silence, acceptance maybe. "I had a dream about you last night." And Ed turns the gun around and hands it to Izzy and that is where he starts reacting, tells Ed to fuck off, because he will not do this. But Ed puts it in his hand and carries on. "I dreamt that ya killed me. Shot me right through the skull." and he positions the gun in Izzy's hand against his own head (do I need to talk about Ed's deathwish again? I think not) basically makes it easy for Izzy to not miss, gives him to change to take revenge and just take the trigger. But Iz just forces a smile and replies "Good for you." because he's not doing thism he's not gonna fulfill Ed's dream.

So Ed gets up like "It wasn't even like that. In my dream I was standing." And he stands in front of Izzy with his back to him, so that Izzy does not have to face him, maybe that will make it easier for him to pull the trigger. And Izzy raises the gun shakily, and he's fighting with himself. And he starts laughing, but it's the most broken laugh i could imagine coming out of this man, and christ does that hurt. Fuckin, Con o'neill what are you doing to me you absolute madman, you genius. And he starts mocking "eddie", tells him to clean up his own mess, because he is tired of doing so. Tells him to fuck off.

Andddd I don't really know how to read this scene yet, because I don't think he meant to mock Edward here. He definitely couldn't kill him, so maybe that was his excuse why he wouldn't do it, but also, it was his way of sending Edward off, to end this. It's just 50 shades of toxic relationship and I love to watch this drama unfold man, while simultaneously dying of pain lol

And Edward leaves, and Izzy watches him leave. And you see Edward as you hear the gun go off, implaying that Izzy ended himself instead and jesus christ I did not expect them to even go there. He really ended it right there.

And Edward stands there like "I loved you. Best I could." and I had to paus ethere again because that is a statement i would LOVE to unpack some day, like??? What do you MEAN. First of all, and I'm gonna be a bit bitter, what do you mean you loved him. From what we've seen, Ed treated Izzy like ass , and I don't mean season 2, but also season 1. He treated him like air, took him for granted, convinced him to stay when izzy wanted to leave and made him promises he would not keep. When izzy was forced to leave, he basically. Did not give a shit imho.

And what did he mean by "the best he could"? I don't know if that means he was aware of those feelings (although he seemed to scoff at izzy's declaration of affection an episode back) and he did not return those feelings, or if he is simply... somewhat broken inside and unable to love. Don't get me wrong, I love ed, but he has a lot of problems that I hope he gets to work through in this season. CHRIST.

Anyway he lowkey thanks Frenchie for having lied to him, because this way he got to have closure with Izzy. And what kind of closure that was, hell, edward. Your idea of closure was giving Iz the chance to kill you, and the guy lets you walk away to end his own life instead. I'd feel less closured, ngl lol

Meanwhile, Lucius, the master at relationships and breakups, gets advice from Stede on relationships. Oh how the turn tables. Lucius my sweet boy, you need therapy :(

meanwhile edgelord Ed dares Jim and Archie to fight to the death because all love dies anyway, might as well fast forward

meanwhile Lucius trying to make it clear to Stede, that edward isn't the guy he knew anymore. That he committed crimes. "i'm not ready to believe that." and therein lies the crux of this season probably. Stede getting ready to accept that Blackbeard has done terrible things, they will both have to work through that. Ed getting better, unlearning the Kraken, and Stede having to face that Ed is not the same anymore. It will never be the same again but they will have to find a new way to make it work.

Meanwhile Jim refuses to kill Archie. They are all doomed because Ed fucking removed the steering wheel in the middle of a storm. Ed's about to fire the cannon like a madman annnd boom.

Motherfucking Izzy is still alive and he shot Ed after all to save the crew from his madness. And I did not expect the Show to.... show how Izzy actually tried to end himself, like christ on a stick this is a comedy, and even if it weren't that's fucking bleak, excuse my expletives. But he survived. He got up. He decided to use the gun not to end himself, but to save the crew instead and who would have thought we would end up here, Izzy saving the crew. Not me, not like that, and I love the guy. But holy shit am I proud of him.

"You indestructible little fucker" is exactly how I feel too, lol. And Ed looks way too happy again, looking up at the crew, how Jim heaves up the cannon ball to smash his head. "Finally. :)" My guy. (Sidenote: love the way Izzy hangs onto Fang. These two.)

EPISODE THREE!!! Which i accidentally watched first hahah

Okay i'm just gonna start where they see The Revenge, or what's left of it. And ouch, that fucking hurt to see. I've looked as crestfallen as the rest of the crew. Stede fucking yeeting himself over board because, ED!!! gjhshjk

The revenge looks horrible, and seeing the crew feast on... the left overs of, which i assume was olivia the gull maybe, or a friend idk, looked like a scene out of a zombie movie. Amazing. They all look fucked up.

They get on deck of the Red Flag and Stede desperately needs them to answer, but no one dares to answer Stede. No one wants to be that guy. In steps new captain (?) or leader at least, izzy Hands, to adress Stede. "Piss off, Izzy. I don't wanna hear from you." Which, honestly fair from Stede's point lol. Noteworthy how Izzy does not fight back though. So Frenchie gives the retirement answer and I love how the crew sticks together, all nodding in agreement because yeah, that's what happened. They all had a shit time but I love how they stick together now.

Stede "My painting. Why is it all stabbed up?" Izzy, tired but proudly "that was me. :)" lmao please. Izzy looks like such a wet sad dog i wanna fucking hold him tight

AND OOOH EDWARD TIME! And we see Hornigold!!! The man painted as a monster by Ed's words in season 1. I don't know what happened, but can only vaguely acknowledge the meaning of Ed facing his devils in this... limbo world that he's in. because he is not alive and not dead right now. But hornigold was a torturing bastard apparently, and maybe ed is seeing him because he had turned into his own Hornigold.

Jim and Olu reuniting! I am not sure how to feel aboud that. It felt very friendzoned after their amorous relation in season one and I'm... :( I mean with Archie now, they gotta figure out where they stand. I mean. the way things are goign and hinted at, I expect at least one Polyamorous relationship to happen, why not two. :)

Meanwhile Stede collecting all the knifes from the walls in Ed's room, and Izzy demonstrates his flair for dramatics by appearing out of nowhere from behind Stede LOL, i swear,

Picking back up the beginning of episode 1 where Izzy is the personification of all evil, Stede asks Izzy "What'd you do with him. I know he wouldn't have left by choice." Or maybe he means the whole crew, but I think not. And Izzy confronts Stede again with the truth of how Ed went mad, and became a downright cruel bastard. Another dog analogy is thrown around, this show and their pets and dogs I swear.

"You sent him to doggie heaven." And Izzy's quiet "No. i could never do that", because despite everything he could not kill him, ever. And very noteworthy to me was, how Izzy said "You and me did this to him. And we cannot let this crew suffer anymore for our mistakes." and I wanna frame this quote because!!! Izzy is very much aware that he played a hand in creating this monstrosity. Season 1 Izzy would have gladly pinned this on Stede alone, but season 2 izzy has grown wiser. And he is taking responsibility for his actions and is trying to shield the crew and I am so proud of him, honestly.

Zheng asking Stede "Girl how are you?? You must feel so weird. Like, you're glad he's alive, but he did all this evil shit to your friends." was so real. And Stede concedes for the first time that yes it's complicaeted. It's not just sunshine and roses. And I am honestly very curious how he will work through that. What Ed will say when Stede confronts him with his deeds, and how Stede in turn will repsond to that. SO CURIOUS!!!

unrelated to anything, but ed is such a handsome bastard, i was grinding my teeth. Like, my guy, I'm having a bit of beef with you rn but you're so beautiful it hurts smh

Anyway Hornigold mentions Ed's daddy issues and we realize that Hornigold might just be a figment of Ed's brain. Because he never told anyone but Stede (Although I honestly would have expected Izzy would have known, since he did all the killing for ed i figured he'd known the reason why ed never does it himself, huh!)

"You're afraid you're unloveable." Flashback to the reason for these thoughts, then to Ed telling Stede he's not a good person. Followed by "this is why I don't have any friends" and a flash of Izzy inbetween. So on some level he recognized he fucked that up, I suppose

Cut back to the crew in the brig. And it's sad to see them so... accepting of their soon-to-be death. They've been living on the edge of death for so long, that it feels like a relief. And christ, Izzy just looking so wearily at Stede, because well, they have found Ed now. "Go on Bonnet, give me your worst." and there's nothing. This is not the time for snide remarks, this is just sad. And Stede just leaves, and whoohoo more misty-eyed Izzy to break my heart!

Not sure what to make of the romance between Zheng and Olu. Still torn about Jim and Olu :/ Idk if we will see Zheng again, maybe i will form an opinion then, but so far i do not care about them.

Good old fuckery time! Stede breaks out the boys! Feeney apologizing through every act he does lmao, sweet soul. While everyone is watching in anticipation if Black Pete will shoot and hit the target, i am thoroughly fixated on Fang's hand steadily holding Izzy. I am seeing it, i am looking at it, I am here for it, my heart swells in fondness, FANG

The NOISES frenchie and Roach made when they went over to the Revenge, what was that lmao. And Buttons immediately taking charge, i was suprised at the competence

I feel bad for Zheng, she was kind to them. Stede liekwise feels bad. Enter Izzy. "I just wanted to thank you for-" and Stede just brushes past him wordlessly. Look I felt bad for Izzy since season 1, stop making me feel even worse. But i can't blame Stede. His love is dead, or so he thinks. He has nothing to say to Izzy

back to Ed in self-realization land. As conflicted as I am about him rn, seeing him realize he hates himself and saying out loud "I'm not loveable." Hits. Deeply. And he's made the decision to leave limbo, and life behind.

Hornigold says goodbye by calling him "old chum", just as Ed did when leaving Izzy with the gun behind, and I feel kind of validated that Edward has become his own hornigold. Or he was parroting his own words back at himself here in remembrance of his good bye scene, i don't know.

Stede sits down at Ed's side, and my heart breaks some more. But Stede fucking Bonnet is here, the light of Ed's life and it shines through even into purgatory and his will to live returns. Stede is here, stede came back, stede does love him, the cons of living mean jack shit, because it's stede.

The choice of Stede being a merman sure was. IT SURE WAS A CHOCIE. I don't know what to think about it but it made ma laugh honestly, fucking sappy

AND HERE WE ARE. The first three eps and they destroyed me thoroughly. And I am so, so curious where we will go from here.

I'm a steadyhands truther, sue me, I believ this could and might happen. For as much as Stede loves Ed i don't think he will be able to simply brush aside what he's done. It's partly Stede's fault but it was Ed's actions. The crew is traumatized, they got tortured. Izzy is a shell of himself. And boy I am here for Stede finally, truly talking to Izzy.

Maybe he will talk to the crew first, and they will tell what Izzy has done. maybe then he will approach Izzy again, with a different view. I would love for Stede to realize that Izzy too loves Ed very much.

And then of course, we saw them kind of bonding in the trailer, so maybe he will come to like Izzy :)

But for now, all I really hope for at the end of the season, is for Ed to apologize to Izzy or to acknowledge what his loyalty means to him. because god dammit I love my Edizzy, it pains me so much but it's so interesting to watch unfold. And if Izzy can turn around and be loved and respected by the crew, then Ed can turn himself around and open himself up to being loved and being able to love, god dammit.

Annd spoiler spoiler, I saw an article that hinted at ed/izzy/stede and how it is indeed a love triangle, and the core of the show, and how david jenkins is very much interested on sending izzy on a journey this season and i am fucking HERE for it

Basy out.

christ okay i can finally go on tumblr again, i opened once today and immediately saw ofmd spoiler

i finally watched and

[sohotthateveryonedied]

Do you ship kontimbart?

Not really, sorry. I’m guessing you got this assumption from the art I’ve been reblogging, but I just really love the artist so yeah. I’m not opposed to it, but it’s the same thing I have with birdflash and timkon where I don’t hardcore ship the pairing, but good content is good content so I’ll reblog it anyway. I kind of stopped caring about ships and stuff, so if I see something and I like it then I’ll reblog it regardless of whether I “agree” with the ship or not. 

[benka79]

Queer Subtext in "The Guest" (Korean Dorama)

Or... how I justed wanted to watch a Gen Supernatural show and ended up falling for it's Beautiful M/M love story.

I don't know if you watch korean doramas, I do. This time I was on Netflix with my husband looking for a supernatural show, after watching a couple of it, and we crashed into "The Guest".

This attempt of analysis of the queer Subtext will have some spoilers so, If you don't want to be spoiled, jus scroll down. But go watch this show. Hahahaha

Disclaimed that, let's go to the East Sea...

Pansexual Flag for CHOI YOON and gay flag for HWA PYOUNG.

First apparition of Father Choi YOON, walking down a dark alley. You will find by his right, against a closed business shutter, Pansexual Flag Colors. What a presentation card for a priest, and is so symbolically beautiful, because philosophically, the spiritual leader should have the ability to love every creature, no matter what. So it applies to the decision of the writers to make Yoon linked to that kind of love.

Then we have Pyung, the medium. This boy is very enthusiastic, but he has surrounding him his grandfather and his best friend asking him, almost continually, to find a girl and get married. The poor medium doesn't answer, and he looks annoyed each time they mention that.

In one opportunity his grandfather asks if there's something wrong with him, and the boy snorts slightly, avoids eye contact and says, frustrated "No, grandpa."

Jumping to another scene... Yoon and Hwa Pyung are in the car, and Pyung's best friend, the shaman, is alone in another car. While they're talking by the phone, we can see behind the shaman the pride flag colors. And now you will ask... Why? Well... There's this part of the dialogue between Pyung and the shaman, in which he asks why he has to be alone in the car and Yoon and Pyung are together in the other car... Ahem... Pyung hungs the phone without answering. And the scene cuts to the shaman, with the pride flag in the background. The shaman frowns confused.

Nothing to add here...

Heart broken

There's two opportunities in which Pyung shows how heartbroken he was... Because of Yoon and how the writers wrote it with romantic subtext.

The first time Pyung faced Park Han, the assamblywoman, Choi YOON got mad and tells the detective he won't work anymore with Hwa Pyung.

Scenes after this, we have a very sad Pyoung in the shaman house, and his friend notices his sadness and asks if he was dumped.

Pyung looks somewhere and he repeats: "Yeah, I was dumped..."

Who just had dumped our cute medium? Well... Our cute priest.

Another scene in which he is in a worst depressed shape, again, in his best friend's house, he mentioned, gloomy, that at least someone is bothering him... Why? What had just happened in this episode? Well, Choi YOON said to him he couldn't trust him.

The shaman, insightful as he was, says that he looks too sad those days. And when Choi YOON goes surprisingly to his house, the shaman asks the priest if Pyung's depression is because he is in love with the detective. Well, kind of. I can't be very specific with the dialogues because I watched it with spanish subtitles. But that was the idea they transmitted.

Always looking when the other is not looking. And the handsome priest...

And remember in the police station when Pyung called Yoon the handsome priest that gives advises to the congregation in front of the cop?

Gif credit @setsmaker

Another huge subtext is Yoon looking at Pyung when he's not looking and Pyung looking at Yoon when he's not looking. Always related to sad things of their last being revealed or called back. And why is this meaningful and it has to be taken as queer Subtext or romantic?

Kang Hil Young is their female detective friend. As a very insightful person, she notices the relationship between these two boys and in the scenes, she's always separated from them but also she's a kind of nexus. Because both boys talk with her, instead of talk with each other, as the stubborn and shy boys in love they're.

All the "stealing glances" scenes are centered between Pyung and Yoon. And less about Hil Young. This is written on propose to show Yoon and Pyung relationship is different to Pyung and Hil Young or Yoon and Hil Young relationships. Because the boys have this aura between them, this romantic tension always around them. That doesn't happen when they're with Him Young.

The precious one, the fight and the "Titanic like" scene.

Pyung will ask Hil Young to save Yoon instead of him. He is determined to give his life in exchange of the priest. He calls Yoon THE PRECIOUS LIFE THAT YOUR MOTHER SAVED, when he asks Hil Young to take care of Yoon. Why would a bro ask to his friend to take care of his bro? Why he didn't ask to this bro to take care of his friend instead? 🤔😜

Pyung always showing up at Yoon's place after a hard day? Why Yoon? Why not Hil Young's place too?

Also the scene of Pyung trying to hide a talisman but at the same time, sliding his hand with it inside of Yoon's pants and Yoon gay panic face yelling: 'What are you doing?' And Pyung insisting in puting that talisman inside Yoon's pants and then failing, frustrated because Yoon discovered it was a tasliman?

Gif set credit @achiara

Priceless... And gay.

The scene of the fight between Yoon and Pyung WAS HELLA DRAMATIC AND FULL OF ROMANTIC SUBTEXT!

First of all, we had that music playing while Yoon tried to force himself to believe Park Il do (the demon) was inside of Pyung, because if he wasn't... That's would mean the demon was possesing Father Yang, that was like a second father to our cute priest.

Second, both friends had UNSHED TEARS in their eyes.

Third: Pyung was too heartbroken to react.

Fourth, the Yoon ended up ON TOP OF HIM WITH HIS HAND ON HIS THROAT, that, my friends, was one of the most hot m/m scenes. They remained like that, not strangling, but just his hand holding his throat. Like... Yeah. Go get a room.

When they thought everything was finished. Pyung was staying in his town and called Hil Young asking her to bring his stuffs from his apartment. To which she replies 'why don't you ask Yoon?' And our shy medium replies "He's too busy."

So, Yoon and Pyung didn't call each other, but they both called Hil Young.

She asks Yoon to be nice with Pyung because PYUNG HAD ASKED HER TO TAKE CARE OF HIM INSTESD OF PYUNG. (Yeah, she confessed that to the priest)

And i suspect she told Yoon about Pyung asking her for his stuffs because the medium considered Yoon was TOO BUSY. Why? Because the scene in which Yoon shows up in Pyung's town to check the people that had been posseses, he calls Pyung.

Our cute medium goes immediately : BUY MEAT, I'M FEELING SICK, STAY TONIGHT TO SLEEP IN MY HOUSE, and what does reply the priest? I'LL THINK ABOUT IT. NOW I HAVE TO GO BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY. And he hangs the phone smirking!!!! Translation?

'I'm too busy because you said I'm too busy to bring your stuffs! I thought you didn't want to see me and now you are too happy to see me!!?? Watch me flirt with you and show you I'm not that easy.

And also, the poor girl is so tired to be the third wheel...

When they said goodbye in the road, Hil Young goes inside the car but Yoon and Pyung were there... Trying to sound cool, and 'You did well's 'Yeah, you top's, like two dorks, while the female friend watched them as if she was saying COME ON!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS? At the end Pyung confessed he was about to give his life in exchange of Yoon's life... And shy priest just goes inside the car.

But everything goes to hell when Park Il Do posseses Pyung and tries to strangle Yoon.

What did our cute medium yell to the demon? 'Don't touch him! Don't you dare to touch him!"

Gif credit @knights-in-whumperland

Okay... Those are not words you would say for a not boyfriend bro.

Then... Scene in the water...

They-fucking-held-hands!!!!

Gif set credit @r-a-n-x-i-e

The scene is so romantic I showed my friend (who didn't watch the show) a gif and she said WTF IS THAT? TITANIC?

Because, yeah, hella gay. They hel hands and then... Pyung reacts and before pushing Yoon's hand to release him to the surface, he rubbed his freaking fingers!!!!!

Not to mention he wss carrying with the rosary the priest left in his hand under the water for one entire year even when he wasn't catholic!!! HE DID IT BECAUSE YOON GAVE IT TO HIM!

To Conclude:

The subtext of a queer love story was magnificencia displayed, but it was more beautiful to see how inncoents, and shy and cute these two were with each other. So if you wanna see a cute m/m love story plus friendship loyalty and action, watch this dorama. I plenty recommend it!

PS: I'm calling this ship PYOON!

Buenos Aires, February 19 2020, 00:15 AM

[poetrusicperry]

hello darling!! if you still need inspiration for the ship + headcanon thing here;

i'll try my best to describe myself, as that is my fatal flaw. i have green eyes and messy brown hair. my classic scent is marine water and driftwood. im a entp, aquarius, and slytherin. i use the pronouns she/her. i'm extremely stubborn, i have a good sense of humor, and i love learning. i also love to argue/debate, and i'll do anything to win [even if I'm wrong, but i'm never wrong ;)]. i probably need glasses, but i'm too stubborn to ever admit it. my favourite hobbies are reading, writing, researching, baking, and playing sports. i love learning about all types of mythology + astrology. i have a knack for history, and i'm super into foraging, although I don't get to practice it much! i would describe my aesthetic as a mix of academia, cottagecore, and goblincore. i have an extremely flirtatious personality, even when i don't mean to come across that way. my friends say i have an old soul- they also say i'm a nerd but we don't talk about that. i was on our schools honor roll, and I received two other awards, one for my academic achievement and one for my leadership skills. i am a die-hard romantic, although i'm the person you least expect it from. hopefully this information will suffice, and i'm particularly interested in whom you think would fall for silly old me.

thank you for the inspo, my dear !! i hope you like these; it got pretty late and i kind of ran out of creative energy toward the end, but i still hope it's okay <3

ship:

i have this feeling that’s telling me to ship you with cameron, so i’m shipping you with cameron !! you guys both seem to have strong personalities, but i think you’d both bring so many things to the table, there would never be a boring day between the two of you (:

hcs:

baking with pittsie and meeks !! pitts would actually try, and be pretty good, but meeks would be pretty… lackluster. it’s okay, though, because meeks and the rest of the poets (who would somehow stumble into the kitchen when they heard the timer go off) would be great taste-testers

legendary debates between you and charlie. i mean seriously, these things would take all night, and in the morning there still would be no conclusion. cameron would find you guys passed out in the common area with a bunch of notes scribbled into notebooks

you and cameron would also like to debate, but things never got as heated as they did between you and charlie. you and cameron really only debated to practice actual debating, and you’d both give each other constructive criticisms and stuff

your hesitation/laziness to get glasses didn’t really affect you… except when you got seated far away from the board and would be squinting your poor eyes out to no avail.

any one of the poets would be cool with you copying their notes

you and charlie would have this weird flirtatious thing that cameron was always a bit …? about, but you and charlie were both just naturally more flirtatious, so when you interacted it was pretty 😏

neil would always ask you to run lines with him, because you wouldn’t let him stop until he had a good portion memorized; you kept him motivated and he admired how driven you were in everything you did

you and pitts doing a research project on frogs completely for fun, but learning a whole lot about amphibians in the process

sweaty, tiring soccer games between you and the poets, where you’d play until long after the sun had gone down and the flood lights came on (you, charlie, neil, and todd can’t separate the bfs vs pitts, meeks, cameron, and knox)

exchanging poetry books with todd and neil, kind of like your guys’ own little library between the three of you

joking around with cameron, even when he was trying to study (you wouldn’t stop cracking jokes until he laughed)

blurb:

after getting in a small argument with cameron about a conversation you had had with charlie, you had left cameron’s room and gone back to your own. it was frustrating to you because no matter how many times you told cameron that you and charlie were just friends, there was always the smallest bit of tension surrounding the subject. you could understand why cameron would feel upset or threatened by charlie, but you didn’t understand why cameron felt the need to bring this up time and again. for a couple days you didn’t hear from him, nor did you feel inclined to talk to him. charlie kept his distance, too, but neil and todd came and hung out a bit. in the study area, you, neil, and todd were sitting on one side of the room, and the rest of the poets were on the other side. you paid no attention to the other side of the room, not once looking toward them (though cameron kept looking at you, and even disappeared for a bit before coming back).

“you guys don’t have to sit here with me… i don’t want to make anything weird between you and the other boys,” you’d say, flipping to a new page in your notebook and glancing up at them.

“we want to, don’t worry,” neil smiled and gave you a reassuring look before turning back toward todd to help him with latin. when dr. hager told everyone to pack it in for the night, you collected your things and headed straight to your room without even a glance behind you. when you got up into your room, you dropped your books on your desk, and went to flop down into bed when a folded up piece of paper on your pillow stopped you. sighing a little bit, you unfolded it and read the contents,

“i’m really sorry that i keep making the same argument happen. it’s never my intention, i think i’m just self conscious sometimes. there are a lot of things i’m good at, but being open and confident in certain social situations is definitely not one of them. it’s not your fault, and i’m really sorry. i don’t like not talking to you; these past few days have sucked. and i haven’t been able to focus on anything. i’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow, okay? please don’t stay mad at me. i’m really sorry.

love,

cameron”

soon after, you had learned that the boys had helped him write the letter, and that while he struggled with intimacy and girls sometimes, it didn’t mean he didn’t care.

[accioprozac]

hi! could i get a ship? i'm a virgo, female ravenclaw. i'm straight. i love writing & reading, i also like drawing and stargazing. i'm very laid back & sarcastic, i like to make witty remarks but i can be shy too. i prefer to be around ppl who understand both my affectionate soft side & my very independent, solitary one. i can come off as a bit cold sometimes but i am very caring and kind. i like alone time or just quietly passing time with someone else, it relaxes me. thanks!

Hi nonnie!

Thank you so much for being the first person to send me a request!!!

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George Weasley!!

George was so intimidated by you at first, like, he thought you were so out of his league. He probably stared at you from across the Great Hall all the time and Fred would tease him to no end about his crush on you.

After a while, you noticed him staring and whenever you met his gaze, he would look away and blush like crazy. You found it weird, but kind of endearing.

At first he thinks you don’t like him, but then he realizes you’re just a quiet, withdrawn person at first and he makes it his mission to “bring you out of your shell.”

You guys probably have Astronomy and some other classes together. During an Astronomy class, he sees you lean over and whisper a witty quip to your friend. He bursts out laughing and everyone kind of just looks at him like he’s mad(and he kind of is, well mad for you, that is).

Although George is very smart, he only does good in subjects he likes, and Astronomy was not one of those subjects. The professor ends up asking you to tutor him(cliche, I know!). You’re a little apprehensive at first because you know the Weasley twins’ reputation and George is just... like, super loud. You end up agreeing because you were bribed with the promise of extra house points.

The first study session is very awkward, both of you were really nervous but once you started to talk about Astronomy, you relaxed a bit and became more confident.

To be honest, George just stared at you the entire time but didn’t retain a shred of information(other than the way your eyes twinkle when you talk about something you’re passionate about and the exact number of spots/freckles/whatever on your nose).

By the end of the session, you’ve both warmed up to each other quite a bit and Madame Pince threatens to kick you guys out of the library because neither of you could stop laughing.

You guys actually form a tentative friendship you weren’t expecting. You soon found out that George was way more thoughtful and quiet that his brother. Like you, he seemed to have two sides to him. The goofy, extroverted side that most people saw, and the softer, quieter side.

He never really expressed that side of himself because he(and Fred) had always had the niche as the “funny” sibling. But after a while, he started to get comfortable around you and would just enjoy sitting next to you in comfortable silence while you read by the fireplace.

You were relieved to find out he wasn’t just a “jokester,” because as much as you love a good laugh, you needed someone who can be serious. You also found out he wasn’t as much as an extrovert as his brother, he was fine with not being in the spotlight and needed to take a break from people from time to time to recharge.

At this point, you started having feelings for George. You had always found him attractive, but you didn’t think you would be compatible with someone like him. After spending lots of time together, you realized you were more alike than you originally thought.

Your guys’ first kiss was in the Astronmy Tower(I know it’s cliche but hush). Earlier in the day he was probably complaining because “the bloody textbook pictures all look the same.”

You had then proposed that you two sneak out at night and go to the Astronomy Tower so you could point out the stars in person. You told yourself that it was to help him understand the class and get better grades, but you couldn’t help prepare for the meeting like it was a date.

George was super nervous as well and probably changed outfits like 8 times or something. “Fred, do you think she’ll like this shirt?” “That’s the exact same shirt you showed me two seconds ago..”

It started out as a study session but after a while, you both got pretty tired and ended up just chatting.

George decided to shoot his shot and this boy probably threw a horrible pick up line at you, like “I’m not a seer, but I can picture us together” level type crap.

I mean, it made you laugh, so George considered that a win. You brushed it off as a joke at first because he was a notorious flirt, but you saw the expression on his face and realized he was serious.

Like, he was looking at you like you had hung the moon and the stars in the sky. He was straight up entranced by you and you could see the adoration on his face.

Neither of you remember who initiated your first kiss, you had both kind of leaned in at the same time. You stayed up for a bit longer before accidentally falling asleep.

When you woke up, you were curled up, your head on George’s chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around you. You immediately blushed and started to overthink, wondering if the other night had just been a casual kind of thing, but then he woke up and gave you the softest, most genuine smile you had ever seen. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Good morning darling,” his voice was raspy with sleep.

When he told you that he loved you for the first time, he was a stuttering, nervous wreck but you reassured him and said it back immediately, and George went back to his suave self.

For your one month anniversary(yes, George celebrates that kind of stuff), he arranged for you two to sneak out and stargaze in the astronomy tower. He asked the house elves make your favourite dessert and surprised you with it. As to follow tradition, you both accidentally fell asleep again.

You woke up to the Professer lightly scolding you and telling you to go to class. Both of you were surprised at the lack of detention, but hey, apparently the Professer shipped you and George hard and your “tutoring sessions” had lowkey been a ploy to get you two together.

I hope you like it!! Thanks for requesting love! 💖

[trials-by-blood]

Umm...I always see Yautja being paired up with someone strong and skilled and stuff. I was wondering if you could write something with any Yautja being with someone who is shy, meek, and a little chubby. And when they're alone or think they are they sing along to music and dance even though they can't.XD Sorry if I'm asking too much or anything...

Fegris, the dump world where the unwanted are left to rot and crumble.

  This was once a world where the yautja would crash their obsolete vessels so that they could not fall into use by the other space faring races. Ships were not the only things they left behind. Exiles, heretics, or anyone who upset the balance of their society were also left to wither, but not all did.

  In the following ages, other peoples would use Fegris as a place to forget their burdens. The Faceless Ones unloaded their collected specimens here when science deemed that their time of usefulness had ended.

  Now generations of humans, yautja, clade, mind eaters and all manner of invasive species build their cities here, clinging to half remembered mockeries of their mother cultures. Here, all Forgotten busy themselves mining ore, seeking pleasurable escape, stripping precious metals from ancient wrecks, gambling, farming, extorting, building, destroying, breeding, killing.

  One of the few honest livings to be made anywhere, the food service industry, prospers here. Organic people must eat, so this work will never die.

  Heather, an old name from an old world no one can recall, worked for her room and board at what would best resemble a mall food court. It wasn't a particularly hazardous occupation, so long as you don't taste-test the food or stay long after the coalition of retail outlets close.

(OOC: Okay this ran WAY longer than I anticipated and I had to make the choice to cap it off at 2,500ish words. I’m sorry if this TOTALLY misses the vibe you were hoping for, I kinda got carried away. Oops)

  Once, she'd made that mistake. Even her cold hearted rock-sucker of a boss told her not to bother finishing the cleaning if it meant staying after hours, but she hadn't listened. Heather hadn't wanted to leave her work half done and risk losing her job and newly acquired living space on her first day. So she'd stayed to wipe down the counters and load the trolly cart with the leftovers for the cooler. The reward for a job well finished was stepping out into the market spaces abandoned by customers and workers but repopulated by the local Yautja Bad-bloods and their rivals, The Cranium Skaggers. They were working through a territorial dispute.

  The Skaggers were human, but barely. They injected enhancement serums, most barely tested, directly into their brain tissues via an implanted port installed at the top of their shaved heads.

  Heather had stepped out of her safe enclosed little work area into a street brawl, and was pinned between the doors she'd only just locked and the carnal violence of the city. One of the yautja, who's vision was... not like hers, must have mistaken her bright heat signature and rapid heart rhythm for a Cranium Skagger.

  Oh, she tried to run when she saw him move on her with his unhuman, talon tipped hand outstretched to seize her. Heather had dropped her bag, the keys, the silly hat which matched with her uniform, and she ran but he was fast, so horridly fast for something so big, heavy, and grieved with bulky armor.

  It only took him three strides, thud thud thud, to reach her and tangle his terrible claws into the back of her long tunic. She was thrown, landing hard, disoriented and crying out as deep, raw pain shot up her left hip and into her pelvis. Something was broken.

  She saw him, her attacker, and the blades attached to his dominant arm glistening with the blood of Cranium Skagger's, but she didn't even think to cover her face. All she could do was scream for help.

  Her plea was answered. A great clawed fist smashed across the Yautja's mask with such force that his yowling face was revealed as his helm was torn from him. Next, skulls collided with a clapping of flesh so sharp, Heather thought someone had cracked a whip above her.

  One Yautja had begun to fight another. That was when she did the sensible thing, curling her arms over her head and making herself as small as she could.

  She survived that night. That battle resolved itself as she lied on the ground trembling and weeping in terror, but her savior stuck around after all the others had left. He put her things next to her, and waited until her boss came to collect her and get her help. The yautja must have gone through her communicator for her contacts.

  The fractured hip was easily and painlessly repaired but the procedure had completely drained her savings. To her shock and mild horror, someone had wired to her account credits in the exact amount to replace what she'd spent at the Urgent Intervention Facility to fix her leg.

  When she returned to work, who was there at the food court? The yautja who'd stayed that night. He stood out like a broken finger, the cleaned hand bones and torn out skull ports of Skaggers littered about what he wore like grim badges of honor. The sight of him watching her enter her workplace sent a chill up Heather's spine.

  This kept up for weeks, until The Indecent was months behind her. She'd go to work, and he'd be there, just watching. Heather's co-workers weren't fans of her admirer. Yagon, the young clade boy who took the morning shift before her was the least fond of the yautja lingering around.

  Today, as Heather stepped past her bad-blood observer who had decided to lean against the wall next to the employee entrance, Yagon was peeking out from the door to keep a watchful eye on her as she came in for her shift.

  Yagon chittered irritably, antennae vibrating as he took off his smock and hat so he could scratch his double claws at the translator hanging on a lanyard around his the joining of his head and thorax.

  The voice emanating from the little box was monotone and purposefully slow so that it could be heard clearly as he continued chirping and tweeting.

  "You know what that creep does all day waiting for you to come in? He listens to recordings of you singing on your shifts."

  Heather cringed. That was creepy. She'd had a feeling that he'd been able to hear her sing to herself from where he usually hung around, but she never thought he'd record her. It felt incredibly invasive. She briefly imagined confronting him about it, but thought better of it. He could crush her skull between his hands as if it were a brittle little Skitterling egg. She hunched her shoulders and hugged herself a bit.

  Yagon then turned and dropped the claws of his primary arms on her shoulders.

  "I can file an anonymous report for you. Please? I don't want to come in to work one day and find out something happened to you."

  Heather sighed, trying not to vividly imagine how an exiled yautja might retaliate to that.

  "N- no, I think that would just make things worse, Yagon," Heather tried not to whimper.

  Yagon finished folding his smock and hat into his bag and left, but not before offering twice more to file that report.

  A few hours passed and Heather caught herself singing a handful of times as she fell into her work routine but always stopped when she remembered who was listening. It felt awful, being observed so closely and denied the personal freedom do anything without fear of having it recorded for some stranger's entertainment.

  Again, she thought about confronting the yautja watcher, but couldn't help the violent catastrophes imagined with the idea.

  She felt like she couldn't make a noise or do a thing for herself to make this crappy job the least bit bearable without putting on some bizarre show for Captain Cranium Crusher out there! Heather's frustration built and built until she couldn't take it anymore.

  The walk-in cooler. It was sound proof, right? The moment she finished the lunch-rush line of customers holding out their trays for their greasy food, Heather tore off her gloves, tossed them in the general direction of the trash chute and turned on her heel to stomp her way to that cooler door.

  Heather glanced over the counter to confirm the Skull Collecting Jerk was still out there haunting the seating area. There he was, arms crossed against his chiseled chest, ass planted on a chair that could barely hold his weight with his big ugly sandled feet propped up on one of the tables. Bastard.

  She pulled open the thick insulated door and slammed it behind her. First she simply bellowed angrily, stomped her foot, slapped a bag of single serve condiments as hard as she could manage, doing anything to break the severe edge from her frustration.

  "UGH! WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" She tore off her work smock and threw her hat on the floor to stomp on it, "I'M JUST A SHORT, ROUND, NOBODY WHO SHOVELS SLOP ONTO PLATES SIX HOURS A DAY. I'VE NEVER EVEN BEEN IN A REAL FIGHT! I'M NOTHING! WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME? WHAT THE FUCK COULD BE SO INTERESTING ABOUT ME?! STOP WATCHING ME, YOU ASSHOLE!"

  Then, spitefully, she sang her favorite song, watching the misty puffs of her breath dissipate as her heart pounded.

  Now, she felt cold and her throat hurt from belting out her very favorite lyrics so harshly. It wasn't fair, she shouldn't have to be reminded of that night every afternoon on her shift. It sucked, and somehow she felt guilty for being angry even though none of this was her fault and she knew she had every right to be angry. So Heather curled up and cried in the cooler for a half-hour at the helplessness she felt. It felt gross, and she knew by now there had to be a never-ending line of pissed off customers outside. She was afraid of confrontation and couldn't ever imagine herself actually standing up to anyone. She could already tell that she'd be crying in her apartment after work too. Whob wouldn't after the verbal abuse she'd no doubt suffer at the service counter from customers tired of waiting.

  Miserably, Heather stood and steeled her resolve to go back out there. With a deep, shaky breath, put her smock back on and fixed her hat.

  "I'll get through it because I'm good at getting through it," she told herself to make it easier to reach for that door.

  Chur-clunk. Chur-clunk. It was jammed. Oh no the cooler door was stuck. Heather put her weight into her next push, then her entire being into the push after that.

  "Oh GODS I'm going to freeze to death!" she wailed, pushing at the door again with everything she had.

  Frustration, anger, helplessness, now panic. She didn't want to die alone of hypothermia at work.

  There was a bang and a great dent had appeared in the thick door. Before she could figure what was happening, the door was torn completely from the reinforced hinges. Heather shrieked and fell squarely on her bottom.

  There he was again, who else would it be coming to her rescue and staring coldly down at her through the dead lenses of that helmet.

  In one swift motion he lifted his left arm and clicked away at the keys of his gauntlet computer with those claws. The hologram display showed Heather a collection of files marked with icons she recognized. They were just cropped, slightly fuzzy pictures of her name tag for work. With a few more taps of his claw, all of the icons dissolved. He deleted them. He'd deleted all of his recordings which pertained to her.

  "Oh, shit, you heard all of that," Heather whimpered, clutching her head with both hands in mortification. He must have heard what Yagon said earlier too.

  He said nothing, made no noise. He just stood there like an imposing statue for a few tense seconds before turning to stride away.

  She wasn't fired for the broken door and spoiled food. Before she could even collect herself from the floor in the cooler, her boss was wired a credit transfer for "damages".

  Later as she heard of his generosity, it also explained the mysterious funds appearing in her account after the hip procedure. That had been Him too.

  Her "admirer" didn't come back after that, which was a relief for the first week or two. After a while she found herself over thinking the whole thing. Yautja were notorious for being socially incomprehensible. Heather wondered if he just pitied her so much after one of his own kind damn-near destroyed her that he felt responsible for her continued safety. Or, maybe he was just a stalking sleeze-ball. She tended to flounder between the two conclusions, but one thing was certain, he was respecting her boundaries now and she appreciated that.

  After nearly a month, she decided that the best closure she'd get was accepting that the entire ordeal was some bizarre misunderstanding, totally on his part, and he did a few nice things but that didn't make up for the weeks and weeks of discomfort he'd inflicted.

  More time passed, Heather became more comfortable with her new job, and she very nearly forgot about that Yautja. The only time she remembered him were on cold days when her hip would ache, but it was pleasantly warm out on the afternoon she came in for her shift and found Yagon agitated with his antennae twitching so fast one might expect them to fly off his head. Heather looked around, hoping that the cleaning she couldn't finish the night before hadn't upset him. What she found was... Unusual, and she certainly hadn't left the thing there last night.

  It was a skull, from what she wasn't sure, sitting there on the counter by the check out scanner.

  "The Creep is back. This time he left a name with that." Yagon's translator couldn't read the inflections in his speech, but Heather could tell where the translator omitted expletives.

  "W-hat was it? His name?"

  "Stone Fist was the direct translation. I can't get the translator to say the correct pronunciation in his language and he made a scene about it until I threatened to call security. You know what that thing means, don't you?"

  Heather nodded, she knew what it meant. Everyone did. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the empty sockets of the skull. It was as if it were staring through her being.

  "I can still file that report, Heather," Yagon offered again.

  "Don't, I mean... As long as I don't take it, then nothing happens. Right?"

  "As far as I'm aware? I think that's how it works."

  If Heather didn't touch it, he wouldn't come back. If she took it home, he'd follow her home because accepting an offering like that was an act of giving permission to pursue courtship.

  Working with that lifeless skull watching her was eerie to say the least. She covered it with her hat midway through her shift so she didn't have to look at it. At the end of her shift as she fiddled with the patterned key to lock up before she left, she considered the skull one last time. No, She wasn't taking it, but she'd leave a note. Two notes actually, one to ask Stone Fist if he would consider an actual conversation before anything else, and a second note to apologize to Yagon for asking him to speak with Stone Fist again.

To Be Continued?

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Okay you mentioned Kohga having the hots for king Rhoam. I'm sorry, but can we see something with that???

I make ONE fucking joke, and Ya'll take it to the next level. Fuck you, let's get this over with.

"Kingie! Long time no see big guy!"

Kohga was planning on just hanging out at the hideout today, when he was given a summon by the king. Not that Kohga minded a trip to the castle, he was always fed pretty well. He dove in for a high five with the king, but from the way he glared, he could tell he was NOT in the mood. Even the blade master he brought with him had to cringe at the rejection. Sooga joined him too, but seemed unfazed by the rather cold attitude.

"I'm glad you came at such short notice. I have something very important to discuss with you."

"Oh is it about the fact that we're buying up all the bananas? Look, we still gotta do SOMETHING evil to-"

"It's NOT."

His voice was steely, firm. Someone was NOT happy. His glare was so menacing, his boys took a step forward, as if the king was about to try to beat his ass. Kohga patted their shoulders, making them ease up a bit.

"Easy boys, easy. Look, you two wait out here, imma have a chat with Kingy here."

Sooga of course held protests, but Kohga held his hand up, silencing him.

"Trust me. You two hunks can dash in and protect me at any time. Not that I need it. Though I DO like the attention."

His men bowed, keeping their place. Kohga followed King Rhoam, right to his secret study, in the library, beyond the metal book case. He hated royals, but he had to hand it to Rhoam, there were so many sneaky spaces to hide and explore (and coming from the chief of the Yiga clan, that was high praise). Rhoam shut it behind them both, and Kohga took a look around. This was way different from the main rooms in the castle. Much more personal, snuggly even. A few crates of supplies, a desk full of scattered books, a few chairs, and even a few weapons hung on the wall besides them.

"Nice spot. How many people know about this little place?"

"The ones who built it, and my daughter."

"Well, aren’t I special?"

Kohga chuckled, pulling up a seat and helping himself to the surprisingly comfy chair. He might steal this, honestly. King Rhoam took a seat in front of him, clearing his throat.

"I suppose you're wondering why I summoned you?"

"If it's not about the bananas, then no not at all."

Kohga was already kinda bored, and he started to hum, playing with his hands. He found it easier than just sitting there and looking someone in the face.

"It's about my daughter, Zelda. She complained about you."

Kohga stopped, finally looking at his face. He was about to ask if he was serious, and apparently he was.

"Whaaaat? ME? What did I do?"

He sighed, before folding his arms across his chest.

"She is growing tired of your men. Apparently you give them permission to try to court her."

Kohga wanted to argue with that, but then he thought about it. He was kinda at fault, getting whatever clan member interested to hit on her. Flowers, treats, poetry, even just getting a few smooth talkers to try their hands at getting her attention. He just shipped Mipha and Link so hard, he decided to boot out the competition. Not that he hated her, of course not. Kohga shrugged.

"How is that a problem? I'm throwing HUNKS at her! No clue how that makes ME the bad guy! It’s because they’re Yiga, isn’t it?”

“It’s because she’s already in love with her knight. I’m already planning on giving him my blessings, should they finally decide to wed.”

Kohga should’ve expected it honestly, this old fashioned kinda ranting. Sure they were both kinda up there in age, but they were NOT alike. Kohga shook his head, standing up from his seat.

“Look, I don’t have kids, so I dunno what it does to ya, but you’re taking things WAY outta proportion here. You’re already ready for your daughter, seventeen, to get married.”

King didn’t seem to get it, as if this was a totally normal thing.

“Well yes. Royals marry around this age, why dawdle?”

Kohga put his hand on Rhoam’s shoulder, who didn’t seem to love it, but didn’t exactly push Kohga off.

“Look, let the girl have a little FUN before she gets hitched! She’s got the rest of her life for that stuff, if anything I’m just giving her choices.”

“I’m...not following.”

“For the love of- look. If she wants me to back off, I’ll tell my guys to heel. But I don’t really think she’d complain about me. She only really clams up about you. So it’s why I’m thinking SHE’S not complaining. YOU are.”

He knew by the look in his face that he was right. Kohga chuckled, hands on his hips.

“You don’t gotta lie like that! Makin’ me think I was a bad guy here! If YOU have problems, say you do. Doesn’t mean I’ll listen, but at least you wouldn't be a liar.”

His brows furrowed, but Kohga found it hard to take him seriously at this point.

“I am saying this for the sake of my daughter. If she is to remain pure-”

“Oh great, purity culture bullshit. Look, Kingy, don’t blame her for the fact that you haven’t gotten any lately.”

He put his hand over his chest, as if he had something just terribly hurtful.

“I beg your pardon?!”

“You heard me! You know If I didn’t know any better, you’re just mad because everyone’s gettin’ some lovin’ but you.”

Kohga leaned against the King’s chair. This was some juicy shit, you bet your bananas he was gonna milk it for all it was worth.

“When WAS the last time you got off? Few months?”

King Rhoam looked at him as if he had gone insane, before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Almost nineteen years, roughly.”

“Holy-you haven’t nutted since your kid was born? Fucks sake, I’d be grumpy as hell too, no wonder.”

He wasn’t even expecting him to answer, honestly. King Rhoam scoffed, as if regretting giving him a response.

“We’re derailing the topic at hand-”

“Now now, I’m not done yet.”

Kohga moved in front of him, one hand at the chair, and pinning Rhoam between the seat, and Kohga’s face.

“Look, I get it. You wanna take care of what you have, you’re constantly stressed, I can only imagine how bad you have it. And knowing I was the cause of some of that stress? Selfish of me really. Let me make it up to you there, Kingy.”

Rhoam looked perplexed at his choice of words, like he figured he would be. Kohga always did have the hots for the clueless ones.

“I’m saying, let me end your streak.”

Still nothing. Holy hell, he forgot he loved idiots. He sighed, pointing down to the king’s crotch.

“Let me polish the royal scepter. Take a gander at the royal jewels. I’m essentially saying let me get you off.”

THAT seemed to get a rise out of the king, given the way he damn near jumped out of his chair.

“That is NOT why I summoned you here! In the SLIGHTEST! The AUDACITY!”

Kohga let go off the chair, putting his hands on his hips.

“One, you have the audacity to NOT immediately say yes, I’m a goddamn treat. Two, why the hell not? You ever fuck anyone that WASN’T the Queen?”

No response. So that was a no. Oh this was going to be some fucking fun. Kohga put his hands on his knees, leaning in so his mask was so close to touching his face.

“Tell you what, because I like newbies. You let me do my thing. And if you don’t like it, you just say the word. In exchange, I’ll tell my guys to heel. Eh? Cool offer?”

King Rhoam didn’t immediately say no, like he expected him to. He seemed stunned at first, but hey, you miss every shot you don’t take. He was going to get a no any-

“Alright. Fine. So long as this does NOT leave this study.”

Holy SHIT. This guy did NOT just say yes. Kohga fumbled a bit, clearly not knowing how to react. He wasn’t bluffing in the slightest, he just had no clue that the king would ACTUALLY take him up on that. He chuckled, poking Rhoam on his nose.

“Well look at you! Growin’ outta that royal shell, color me surprised! Alright, stays between us. Now, you just sit right there, and let ol’ Kohga do his thing.”

He made the king tilt his head up a bit, so he couldn’t see him. Not letting him see what he was doing would make him freak out a lot less, and he could be in denial about the fact that a dude was gonna suck him off. Kohga pushed aside his mask, just enough to reveal his lips, before he got down on his knees. He parted the King’s legs, taking but a moment to massage them. Lot’s of clothes made the guy look almost fat, but Kohga knew better. Those were some toned muscles under that, just how Kohga imagined. He kept massaging for a moment longer, getting him used to being touched, before he un did his belt, and pulling him free of his cloth confines. And holy. Shit. King Rhoam was a dilf dream down here. He wasn’t absolutely massive, but he certainly wasn’t a pipsqueak. He was long, thick, with plenty of white pubic hair. Kohga softly stroked the length of it, and watched as Rhoam seemed to freeze upon the contact.

“Right right, been a while. I’ll go slow, I’ll go slow. Easy does it.”

He had a rather lovely curve downward, and Kohga could only picture how well it’d go down his throat. He kept his motions nice and slow, till he noticed the King’s grip on the armrests loosen. Then he started to up the ante, just a little bit. With his other hand, he cupped his balls, lightly rubbing them in his palm. Then he heard him groan. It was faint, but Kohga caught it. That was the sound of a man who hadn’t been touched in a long, long time. Even by himself, apparently. He was already getting stiff in his hand.

“You’ve...done this before.”

“Not with a royal at least. But yeah, Kohga’s seen a few bananas in his day.”

Rhoam clearly had some kind of retort, before he seemed to jump upon feeling Kohga kiss the head. Kohga tried not to snicker, finding his sensitivity just hilarious. His age seemed to not affect his need for attention. Especially given that a few kisses around the base was enough to get him nice and hard in his hand. He made his touch a bit firmer on his balls, and his stroking a bit quicker on his length. And Rhoam was LOVING it. His head was tossed back, his breathing got all nice and fast, and he could see, past that beard, him biting his bottom lip.

“There we go, all nice and comfy. Any chance you want me to stop here?”

Rhoam was so out of it, he couldn’t do anything but shake his head. Kohga chuckled. He was gonna love this. Feeling him start to throb in his hand, he decided to really wow ol’ Kingy here. He pulled his hand away, using it to palm at himself, before he put the head right in his mouth. Rhoam’s breath hitched, and Kohga loved that. Love how he was making a royal so weak. He pushed himself to make more, stopping shy of halfway down his length. It was enough to make Rhoam squirm in his seat, and even put his hand right on top of Kohga’s head. How cute. Kohga groaned as he pushed his head back and forth, really getting a feel for that thick cock. Then he pulled away, nice and slowly, drool still connecting them. 

"Why did you-"

"You were about to cum. I could tell. I want this to be REALLY good for you, so you're going to wait."

"I DEMAND you-"

He was halted when Kohga took a hold of his balls. Nothing too hard, just enough to get him to shut up.

"No no no. You don't get that attitude with me. You rule Hyrule, I rule your cock. I decide when you cum. And because you wanna act up, you get a punishment. Look at me."

Rhoam looked, despite not wanting to, at all. Kohga kept massaging him, tediously and slowly.

"You wanna cum? You wanna shoot your load down my pretty throat? You gotta ask for it like a grown up. No tantrums. Go on. Ask."

Rhoam clearly didn't want to, but Kohga’s lips (and throat) was a blessing, not a right. So he sighed, and made himself obey.

"I...would like to orgasm-"

"Try again. Cum. Make me WANT it."

Rhoam swallowed, before trying again.

"I would...like to cum. In your mouth."

"There we go, much better. Knew you could be a polite boy."

He took a minute to suckle at his balls, really coating them in drool, before taking Rhoam fully in his mouth. That's right, every bit of that royal cock found it's way into his mouth, and Kohga gagged. It was intentional, and it made Rhoam moan desperately. So close. Kohga wasted no more time, and acted like the perfect dick sucker he knew he was.

Kohga was relentless. He groaned loudly as he bobbed his head back and forth, practically fucking his own mouth from the force. Rhoam was really getting into it now, cursing and panting under his breath, especially when Kohga pulled away to aggressively suck at his tip. Kohga was absolutely, and positively cock hungry, and he wasn’t afraid at all to show it. Kohga slurped, and gagged, slurped and gagged, grumbling as if he was an animal, greedy for the chance of tasting cum. Then he got it.

King Rhoam came, and Kohga gulped it down, only pulling away to smear it against his throbbing length. It was a big load, just how he thought it'd be. Ribbons and ribbons of cum littered their clothes, the floor, and the insides of his stomach. He pulled away once he knew no more would be cumming, feeling no more reason to. King Rhoam was a SIGHT to behold. A shaking, panting, cum covered mess. Kohga chuckled, taking a quick second to clean up. A good cock sucker could clean himself up in a flash, as if nothing ever happened. He stood back up, pulling King Rhoam’s face by his beard, and he kissed him. Not because he liked him, nor did he think he was cute. It was because there was something humiliating about making the King himself, taste his own load. He pulled away, wiping his lips, and putting his mask right back down. He could see that little bit of cum on his lips, and it was so goddamn funny to him.

“Glad we had this little chit chat, Kingy wingy. You ever need to get a load of your chest, you know who to send for. Though, I don’t do anything for free. Can I take the chair?”

Rhoam just sat there, looking bewildered, before he gently nodded. Kohga clapped his hands a bit, grabbing the chair, and giving Rhoam a little bit of a wave. He managed to meet up with Sooga and the Blade master, who didn’t even get to say hello before he made them carry the chair he was holding. Sooga looked at it curiously, turning to Kohga.

“Are we stealing this?”

“Nope! Said I could have it! It’s a real nice chair.”

“Why would he give it to you?”

“We had a nice long chat. Wasn’t something I saw...comin’”

Kohga grinned behind his mask. He was an absolute STUD, no doubts about that.

[kyutown]

Hiiii omg I've never done this before please tell me if this is okay huhu

Can I request for a ship with txt, enha and, svt ☺️

I'm an 02 liner, Libra, and an infp. I'm in college now in a special program studying media and entertainment and I'm due for my masters degree in three years!! (Omg pls root for me it's so tiring). I'm also 159 cm so I'm pretty short.

Idk why but I've always been in a crowd where I'm always the maknae, I skipped grades and always hung out with my sister's friends. But that doesn't mean I'm super sweet and cute tho. I actually think I'm more of a stereotypical intellectual. I know a bunch of random facts about things and I like talking about random stuff too. (like I once pretentiously responded to an invite to drink with smth like 'no thank you I'm okay, I don't particularly want to ingest ethanol into my bloodstream right now'. I constantly try not to sound like a some know it all smarty-pants tho cause ppl might get offended 😅

Oh I talk ALOT like,, there are days when I need to be left alone and won't even respond but most of the time I like talking and sharing stuff with people.

I dislike hugs (huhu I'm trying to learn ) and just about any form of physical intimacy when I receive it but also secretly crave it (yes I'm self aware but I can help it aaaaah) ok maybe not dislike, I just don't know what to do with affection.

Idk if this is a thing but my love language is quality time and acts of service. I'm also like a pretty reserved person most of the time and then will go all out in one go.

Also don't know if this is very helpful but I sing and dance and produce music on the side (?) and I'm in a group 😅 I also like to physical activities and workout pretty often.

It's been brought up that I'm a jack of all trades type of person but I also don't have my main thing which means I have many hobbies here and there. I just like to try everything!! Like I can be drawing then baking then making a table in the same day.

That's about all I can think of rn. I'm sorry if this was so long. I hope it was comprehensive enough 😭

I hope you don't mind and feel burdened by this,, thank you so much!!! I'm looking forward to your thoughts ☺️

hi! thank you for responding!

for txt, i think taehyun would be a good match with you! taehyun would enjoy talking with you! he would always have weird but fun conversations with you! i feel like he would know weird, useless facts (it might also be informative facts) and would always enjoy the random facts you tell him. he would be very smart like you and would enjoy talking with you! he would also be the listener and would love listening to you even if you talk a lot!

for enhypen, i think jake would fit you well! jake would be the type of person who would enjoy spending quality time with you! he would sing and dance with you and would enjoy all of the hobbies you like! he would like to try new things and would draw with you, bake with you, sing songs with you and would love having conversations with you! he would also be sweet, considerate and understanding so he would respect the fact that you dislike hugs.

for seventeen, i think woozi would pair nicely with you! he would be the one who would sing, dance and would produce with you! he is a producer and i feel like he would enjoy doing things related to music with you! he would love to be inspired by you and would enjoy it when he is your inspiration. you guys would love to play song covers and make songs together from the beats to the lyrics, it would be meaningful as you guys make it together!

also im rooting you!! ill be here cheering you on! i hope only good things come your way and just know you can always come here to message me when you feel stressed or just when you need someone to talk to!

[alchemist-shizun]

Do you do intrulogical? If so, so you think you could write a small thing with them? I'm thinking that maybe Remus finds out about Logan's love for astrology and makes him something in the stars in his part of the imagination? Or something like that?

Hey you guys guess who took up the challenge to write in Remus's pov for the first time? Sorry for taking so long, I wanted to make something nice and I ended up procrastinating, so I did something slightly longer than planned as an apology~ Thank you for the prompt! I hope this can satisfy you, in case it doesn't I apologize hdbdhd this is the first time I write this ship

Word count: 1,326

The other sides are all only mentioned

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He had spent too long on this.

Sure, passing time in the imagination wasn't that big of a deal itself for Remus, but having to clear out of the path a multitude of threatening animals that could've attempted anyone's life if they weren't prepared as he was, was pretty much dirty work.

Now, don't get him wrong, he liked dirty, but making sure his place didn't attempt to murder intruders at first sight required dedication and a strong willpower.

Nevertheless, he was going to accomplish this mission for Logan.

Of course, he could have kept all the wild creatures of the forests and the lakes, ready to pounce of their preys at any given moment, only to show off the amazing fighting skills he had mastered back when he and Roman still hung out together in the dreamscape.

But that would've been just pretentious, wouldn't it?

No, he had to do this right.

Wait, was he stressing too much over it? Why all these questions and overthinking? Damn it, that was Virgil's job. Remus considered the possibility he might have been messing with his head in the past few days.

Which was also the amount of time in which he had started working on his project.

Everything started a week prior, when he had casually learnt an interesting curiosity about the logical side.

Remus had been gathering some stuff from the kitchen to- actually, scratch that, we do not want to know what Remus eats, now, do we? He had been rummaging through the cupboards for whatever totally valid reason he had, while he heard Logan talking quietly to himself.

He had mentioned something about the stars ... a particular set of stars which was brought to his attention thanks to a certain tv series Thomas had recently watched.

He had repeated the name all over again, so much that it got stuck in his head and that was the only thing he thought until a new idea formed in his mind.

« Huh. Wouldn't it be nice to have that in my room's ceiling? » he mused, withdrawing almost immediately: that would have taken too much work and all the sides were all busy anyway.

Well, what do you know about that?

He could do more.

Remus had swiftly gone back to his room after that, without being acknowledged at all by a Logan who was too lost in his own thoughts to be able to even recognize what laid in front of his eyes.

And so he worked, he spent days elaborating a detailed and painfully accurate constellation in the night sky of his side of the imagination; sometimes, the creatures from Roman's side crossed over and lied down in admiration of his magnum opus.

Was it a bad moment for Remus to realize he had hopelessly fallen for the glasses nerdy guy under the light of a myriad of starry flickers?

Certainly, he was too tired to even notice his own brother occasionally coming over and leaving snacks in a sleepy silence both of them could understand better than a normal conversation.

It was in times like these that they remembered how much they were still alike, plus Roman had not seen him this dedicated for a long time by then.

Remus may or may not have slept for an entire day when he finally felt satisfied enough with what he had created (cue to Deceit having to drag him back in their part of the mindscape): he had passed the latest hours perfectioning his work, even checking the right position and orientation on the internet, or stealthily stealing books from Logan's own shelf. 

What? It was for a good cause, he would have returned them. 

Covered in mud, But he would have regardless. 

To be sincere, he wasn't exactly sure how he was going to convince Logan to get there without spoiling his true intention beforehand.

That was why he decided to go for the shock value way and randomly sink in his room only to immediately go back to the imagination after having grabbed his arm. 

They stumbled for the sudden movement and, when they were both steady, Remus let go. 

Logan sighed. « You now have my attention. »

« I have a surprise! » was all he was able to let out, excitement buzzing in his chest. 

Logan tilted his gorgeous head to the side with a suspecting expression. « If this is another one of those times you try to stab me- »

« You're supposed to stab back. »

« Why on earth would I do that? »

« On earth? Would you do it somewhere else? »

« Oh my stars, did you make friends with Patton? »

Stars! Gosh, he was so clever, did he already know where he was taking him?

« Right! » Remus took a hold of his arm again and began leading him towards their destination. 

He expected weirded out comments, or displeased ones, but none came. Not when they went through a forest of leafless trees or when they crossed paths with some innocuous but scary looking creatures. 

Instead, Logan only studied his surroundings, occasionally humming when he recognized specific species.

That was weird, and he was the one to talk. 

They reached a clearing in the woods with probably the best vision of the night sky above. 

« Lie down. » Remus demanded, after clasping his hands. 

« Excuse me? » Logan raised an eyebrow, didn't he say he had a surprise? Why would it involve lying down? Was it a trap he wanted to test on him? How many times did he have to explain he wasn't going to respond when he threw pointy objects at him? 

His train of thought got cut off when Remus pushed him down by the shoulders. « Just do it. »

He decided to trust him at that point, why not? 

Why not? There are a lot of reasons why there, Logan.

Ultimately, that part of his mind got silenced.

Especially when he looked up at the dark blue sky hovering above them.

His pure and utter pleasant disbelief caused him not to notice Remus lying down at his side, too.

Right then and there, depicted in the starry night aether, was the constellation of the Centaur and, more beautiful than ever, Alpha Centauri blinked at them in a vivid glowing.

There was only one word that could have described him: speechless. As for the moment, breathtaking.

He couldn't even fathom how much it could have taken for Remus to be that precise, so much that, for a moment, he thought he wouldn't have been able to do that, had he been in his place.

« How ...? » was everything he was able to formulate, as his eyes traveled down every single and minimum detail of every star he could reach with his sight. 

« Heard you rambling, I guess? » there was no way Remus could hide the grin forming in his lips and the pride upon seeing Logan marveling at his work.

« You ...actually paid attention to that? »

« Why wouldn't I? »

That half whispered line lingered in the air which was cold enough to let the breeze run chills down their bodies but warm enough to let them enjoy the outside nature.

It was an artificial idyllic space in a deserted nightmare.

« I, well ... I don't know. » was that the first time he didn't? Was it the first time he felt flustered like that? The first time someone had done something so great for him? 

The conversation's topic shifted back to Alpha Centauri and they both discovered they knew more about it than they actually realized. 

Eventually, they found out how simple and nice it was to talk like that. 

Eventually, they realized they were holding hands.

And, just like the constellation, that was surprisingly exactly how it was supposed to be. 

[the-firebird69]

I mentioning that we're like a dysfunctional family as an army it's not going to be perfect it's not going to be nice it won't come out good but it's the way it is and he says a whole bunch of reasons why it's helping and for us not to get too depressed or hung up on it we are a distraction we are the reason why a lot of people can be in law enforcement can capture very dangerous not criminals and we are also cover and where the clowns that they sing about even Lady Gaga and we know what it means and he says I'm not too far away and some people call me for help and some people call Bill or will and he used to call a lot more and people should know that they'll help if they can feel like wrench and 10 in their trained they like people who think that they'll help them because they help and they get an attention they need. And we've been helping them and he says that cuz he's a strong man and he's not a big one LOL he's a baby strong man but you can tell he's just sitting there in the radiation and it's not affecting him much and he says it's not healing like madness because the oxygen levels decrease and it's true but we are a dysfunctional family as a military and that's just the way it goes and he's kind of slowly accepting that and trying to figure out the rule and stuff and we think we're big army and it's going to be a disaster and he says we might figure it out at the river and he thinks that the talking head song is from it but we knew the diamonds were there a lot of people thought they're big ones not that big and we didn't know about the entrance and we didn't know about the mega ship and we've seen the shapes of making ships you can see it from the iss. And people will go up there and they'll say I can see it and it's because of the s*** he says and it's acid and a saltwater and it's creates that type of relief and dissolves certain things and it doesn't do it elsewhere because of the electrical charge coming off it from friction on the sides and that's interesting and people learn so we're going to put it out there he says try not to the shoplift if you can help it and we have to turn those three strikes thing around

Winona Ryder

I like to help in the three strikes thing I think that it's a bit strict and that people who need food or take it even Republicans and we get in trouble people don't believe I'll do it but I'm going to try and do it and he says if you want to try and do it you should because you're always trying to do that and it's true too

Trump

I don't think it's going to try and do it but he really should because we're not going to have enough people to cover the police and you might be aware of that I'm going to try and do that too

Terry c

Yeah the kind of full of crap but they're right they will not have or don't have enough people already to cover the police and we need that three strikes thing out people are trying to get food for their families and our friend here says and that's my son people are accused of stealing and they're not really stealing they're accused of shoplifting and they're not shoplifting like him and his credit card and people screwing around with it people are not thinking that it's Mac proper that thinking it's Trump all the time she told him and a couple people and they started to say what if it's not really them and they started going through it and they're being like the big papa bear saying you should not have big tires if you need to put it in the car and things like that what we say is what car is he going to be putting it in and things like that and he says it's probably some cars his own or a taxi and it's not really stupid because if you can't close it you can still put it in there and it could be an emergency and even his own car to pull it out if he needs it without it being teensy that's a good idea we didn't think about it but here we go we are talking about the three strikes law we want to try and work on that

Kamala

This is a good thing for us to all rally on cuz people like us go after each other all the time and it's stupid but the max do it all the time and they're constantly trying to hold people and we have trouble with some of these laws that are excessive and some of the laws are wrong and some are made up to grab us believe it or not a lot of them I've got a headache from so many of them and he doesn't like it either cuz people are poor and they're trying to strangulate everybody to kidnap his people and us to take our stuff and it's getting ridiculous so I'm going to talk to Biden

Tommy f

We all need a break and things are getting obnoxious and these laws are rude and you guys in Florida start adding hundreds of them and you need to shut up and take them out we can't do anything with you guys talking about both sides of your mouth and say you're going to win everything and then getting your asses kicked it's not very nice cordial or real it is a hell and you're wrong and if you think about it like you are now try and remember it many of your friends have gone to prison and have not come out it happens to our group it happened to me quite a bit and I'm fed up with it and he wants to get a lot of people going so let's pass this post around and make it a chain letter

This is suggestion his suggestion he says

Biden

Good do it I use it for Saturn lol he's Jupiter

Hera

Olympus

[phantomofsilence]

Title : Stuck Between A Rock And A Hard Place

Word Count : Honestly who the hell knows?

Warning : Sad Bucky, sad Steve, you can see it from the request.

A/N :

Alright so i already posted this request but Tumblr somehow deleted it. So i had to do it all over again. Well thankfully not the story, i fortunately wrote it in the notes, i learned that lesson the hard way. Anyway along with a story the request itself was deleted. So i think this is how the request went, if it was your request message me if it was wrong. Also i had a really hard time with this request, i don't know why i just wasn't inspired, well probably more tired from college than inspired, but that's why it took so long. I wanted to do it right. Also for anyone else who send me a request i saw it, and i will right it as soon as my obligations allow me some free time. Also i did the P. O. V. thing so don't get confused. Okay, enough rambling, i hope you like it. And also i believe there was a compliment in the request for gif usage, thank you for that. 😘😘😘❤️

Request : Can you do a fic where you and the new agent are getting closer to the point where the team suspects that you are falling out of love with Bucky? (angst to fluff).

Steve's P. O. V.

As soon as he saw her enter the kitchen Chris was out of his seat smothering her in a hug, but Natasha and Steve, hung back and watched with frowns on their faces.

They stayed quiet during their conversation occasionally sipping coffee.

Their stubbornness and Steve's persistence in making sure both him and the team stay out of this complicated and deeply personal situation, rendered them mute, as they stood there cold and stoic, as they sipped on their coffee.

Many would say the intimacy in the embrace, those gentle smiles, and completely unnecessary gazes they were curently being subjected to were highly inappropriate and Steve would have to agree with them.

The more he watched, the more sorry he felt for his friend. But no, Steve wasn't angry at her, he was hurt. How could such a sweet girl be so uncaring? No one deserves this kind of treatment, his friend the least. He's been through so much already, Steve thought you out of all people understood this.

He lost so much, did he have to lose you too?

You were the rock that kept thing moving, a force anyone could fall back on if needed to be. And you want to abandon it all, for this Chris, a man you barely know compared to his friend.

Steve knew he was letting his feelings cloud his judgement, and you haven't really done anything but spent time with a man you claimed was your friend, a man that was your partner. He knew he spent just as much, if not more time with Natasha and she was one of his most valued friends.

Also, Chris seemed like a nice guy, the kind of man if you were still single he'd advise you to go for.

But that's it, you weren't single. In fact you were in a committed relationship with the most important person in his life.

He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and he didn't know what to do. Invade his best friend's privacy or let his best friend be hurt when he could at least cushion the blow.

One more look at the 'lovely couple' and he decided, privacy be damned, his friend deserves honesty at least and he was gonna make sure he got it for him.

"Steve.." a voice trailed off cautiously, he looked over the see Natasha leaning on the counter facing them, with her head turned towards him looking at him.

"I know, Nat." he knew he shouldn't have snapped, it wasn't her fault. She sighed.

"Steve it should be one of us, I know it sucks to hurt him like that, but it's even worse if he caught them, and we knew but didn't tell him."Like always the redhead was right, but he still tried to reason with her.

"But she hasn't done anything yet Natasha, we can't make things up when they didn't happen."

She rolled her eyes at his statement. "Yes, Steve, she hasn't done anything, yet Steve. The key word being yet. Come on, Steve! They've known each other for only two months, and they are joined at the hip. If you think Bucky didn't notice you are mistaken. Dude's been giving her the kicked puppy eyes for days now and she hasn't even noticed choosing to ogle at her new beau. This calls for revenge! "The redhead took a deep breath and said.

" He is your best friend Steve, if the rolls were reversed wouldn't you like him to say something? "

Steve didn't respond, it wasn't necessary, they both knew the answer. Instead of pushing him, Natasha gently squeezed his shoulder and left him in the kitchen to think it over.

An hour later Steve was letting out his anger on a punching bag. The more he thought about it, the more conflicted he got.

This wasn't his relationship but it was his friend. Thou you were his friend too, after Peggy's death you along with Natasha were there for him, hell you've spent the whole day making jokes just to make him forget.

You were like Bucky, the Bucky from before, not just before The Winter Soldier, but before the war. The guy that got him in a lot of trouble and the guy that stood by him and protected him when he took a bite too large to swallow.

The man that took him to many unsuccessful dates, his companion, his family, it's what drew him to you.

You were a sense reality in the world that no longer made sense, a familiar face in a strange place.

Although he wanted to protect his friend, he also felt oddly protective of you. He couldn't betray your trust, but he couldn't betray Bucky either.

Why did this has to be so hard? He thought and punched the punching bag so hard it ripped and fell few feet away.

"What did that punch bag ever do to you?" Said a man Steve was successfully avoiding since this morning.

"Oh, hey Buck. What's up?" he said trying to act nonchalant. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you avoiding me? Did i do something?" Bucky demanded.

"I'm not avoiding you." Steve mildly shrugged. Glaring at him he got closer almost to his face. "What the hell is going on?"

Steve could hear the anger in his voice, but also hurt, trying to protect him he's the one that ended up hurting him.

"Nothing, Buck." Steve said. "Listen here, punk!

"It's bad enough the love of my life could possible be cheating on me right now, now i can't even trust you!? What the hell man?"

Steve looked at his best friend, his eyes were puffy, tears threatening to spill, but he refused to let them fall, he had dark bags under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping well, his hands shaking in anger, this was a man already hurt.

"Look i wanted to tell you about her, but I didn't want to betray her either so I've been ignoring you both so i don't hurt anyone. I guess that ship sailed." He said, his friend deserved honestly at least he can get it from him.

"You think she's cheating on me?" asked Bucky. "I don't know, man. I did not see her so anything, from all we know we're just making stuff up."

Steve frowned, even thou he shouldn't do it now, he was defending her. "You're a good friend, Steve. But i didn't ask what you saw, i want a yes or no answer." Bucky said.

"Why do i matter, why are you asking me? If you really wanted to know you'd ask her. But you're asking me because you know i will never give you that answer. So why are you asking me, Buck?" Steve demanded.

Bucky glared at him, before he grabbed his shoulder giving him a smile." You're a punk, kid."Bucky said, paused to inhale and exhale before continuing." It's because i don't really wanna know. I love her, Steve. If fact i love her so much that even thou, she 's literally ripping me in half, my brain is still finding a reason to forgive her. That she loves me and it's all a mistake. I'm pathetic."

Bucky lowered his head, squeezed his shoulder again, let go and turned to leave.

At the door Steve voice halted him in place.

" You're not pathetic. You love her. Knowing you my whole life, you were never soft on a dame like that. I'm sorry it had to be like this."

Without turning around Bucky whispered. "Me too." And left.

Steve could see it bright as day this man was a mess. He had to do something, you might be his friend, and it wasn't his business , but he was about to confront you.

Steve knew you, you were not a coward.

He would get you to tell the truth, perhaps it wasn't too late. You need to be honest and you might even work it out with Bucky.

Taking his phone out of his pocket he texted you to meet him in his room.

Your P. O. V.

After the workout Chris suggested you go to the diner you always go after a successful mission.

"Come on it's been some time since we been there." Snorting at that statement you replied. "We literally went there two days ago."

Groaning Chris whined. "Exactly, too long, come on i know you can practically taste those fries and that strawberry and vanilla milkshake you like. Eh, it will be fun and if i may say so i make great company."

Although the offer was tempting, and you really could taste those fries and that delicious milkshake, you had to go home to your boyfriend.

You missed him so much, and judging by those sad eyes he's been giving you he missed you just as much, if not more.

The missions you were being sent on this past month left little to no time for your relationship, and now having to prepare for an undercover mission of great importance and you weren't allowed to speak about it with anyone according to Maria, you were forced to spend all your free time with Chris.

Well forced was a harsh word, Chris was a great man and an amazing partner, but he wasn't your boyfriend.

"Sorry gotta take a rain check." You mumbled apologetically. Chris smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

"Hey i get it, if i had a hunk like that waiting for me at home, i wouldn't even bother talking to you. Scram, kid." You arched an eyebrow on chuckling. "Is that so? "

"I'd fuck him."

As you were nearing your apartment your phone buzzed. Looking at the screen you saw you had a text from Steve. Opening it read' We need to talk, met me at my place'.

Steve was not the best texter but he never sounded this urgent and formal. If this was about the mission he would have asked meat at The Tower, this was personal.

Something was wrong.

All it took was three knocks to be met with Steve's hard gaze, he stood aside allowing you to come in.

"So we need to talk?Are you breaking up with me Steve?"A light-hearted joke that was meant to brighten the mood was met with a glare. Okay, not the right crowd.

"Listen, i know it's non of my business and you're my friend, but this needs to end. What the hell is going on with you and Chris? "

Steve asked firmly before placing his hands on his belt buckle. You knew that stance, you've seen it a million times, it was meant to frighted and send a message that he met business.

You never thought you's see it being used on you. But you weren't so easily scared.

"You're right, Steve it's non of your business ." You replied defensively. Who was he thinking he could question you?

"You're right, but i don't care. I'm the one who has to watch my friend heartbroken when you leave with Chris, so excuse me if I'm a little protective. Just don't. Own up to it." Steve said.

"Own up to what, Steve? Heartbroken? My Bucky? What the hell is going on?" You demanded. You have done nothing to Bucky. What the hell is he talking about?"You hurt him and..." Steve began but you cut him off. "Hurt him i haven' t even spoken to him!" You piped up.

"Exactly."

Bucky's P. O. V.

Knowing he couldn't stay cupped up in his room with all those thoughts swearing in his head Bucky decided to take a walk, and by walk he meant a run, muttering angry at nothing and panting wildly.

He wasn't sure if he was panting because he was tired from the aggressive run or the work his mind put him through.

He decided the latter.

As if he was cursed to suffer today, he ran into the last person he wanted to see. Chris strolled up to him, a bright smile on his face, as if he wasn't the cause to his misery. Some nerve on this guy!

"Hey, Buck right?" he said to Bucky holding his hand for him to shake. Bucky just looked down at it frown.

"Not a hand shaker? Alright, i get it. I'm getting used on it myself.Also some say it's unhygienic."

What pissed of Bucky even more was that Chris wasn't even fazed by Bucky unfriendly stance. This guy!

"Anyway i just wanted to meet the man my partner won't shut up about. I mean that woman's got you on a pedestal you'd think your shooting rainbow out of your ass."

Keep rubbing salt to an open wound, Bucky though. This dude was something else.

"Look man, i don't really know her for that long, but she's kinda grown on me. She's one heck of a woman. She means a lot to me and... " Bucky cut him of. "I can imagine." He remarked through his teeth.

"No, you really can't, she has been there for me after the war, you know when you get back everyone keeps walking on egg shells around you, it's a strange place, even the bed feels wrong, too soft. But she made me feel human."

Suddenly the anger for the man was gone and all that was left was confusion. Chris was a marine? It would explain his posture.

" She's not afraid to hold me, i thank God or whatever is out there everyday for a friend like her. "

Bucky knew what he was talking about oh to well, she made him fell the same. She was comfort, she was peace, she was his home.

" Why are you telling me all of this? "Bucky asked.

" Because I'm not blind, i know a jealous man when i see one. She holds me because it helps me relax, not because she is in love with me. Don't even try to deny it. I know what it feels to love her, but you know what it feels like to be loved by her. If anyone has the right to be jealous, it's me. Don't screw this up, man. See ya. "

Before Bucky even had the chance to process what Chris had said, he turned and ran the other way.

Walking into your room you felt oddly nervous. You didn't even know it but you've made the man you love, a man in doubt.

He now questioned your love and you did not even notice. Sure you saw a bit of sadness but regarded it as him simply missing you.

Not a man heartbroken and riddled with insecurities. He probably hasn't even slept right and you didn't see it.

There was no reason for your fear, the room was empty, no Bucky in sight. Footsteps in the hallway made you turn around. Walking out of the room you followed the footsteps into the hallway, outside your apartment, down the stairs and only when you were outside did you catch the glimpse of the man of our.

Gathering enough courage you called out Bucky who at the sound of your voice turned and froze.

The tension was high, you could feel it in the air as you stared at one another.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak not even knowing what to say Bucky crossed the distance, grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you.

It only took you a second to respond, the kiss was desperate, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, while hands roamed all over, pulling, squeezing.

Pulling away for air you kept your eyes closed. "Tell me you love me." Pleaded Bucky, making you feel even more guilty.

Opening your eyes your hands sneaked themselves around his neck pulling until your forehead touched his own.

"I'm not sure about a lot of things Bucky. But there is one thing i am sure about and that is that i love you, James Buchanan Barnes, i love you and i always will. I'm sorry i ever made you doubt my love. "

"No, i am the one that's sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you in the first place. I got so stuck in my own head. I'm sorry. I love you so much, doll."

"I love you. Let's just forget about it and agree that from now on we will talk about this things. No holding back. "

"You're right. From now, we talk. But please be patient with me. And do me a favor, will you."

"Anything."

"Don't quit on me. I know it can be hard to be with me sometimes, but I love you as much it is possible for this broken man to love. "

"You're not broken, just bent. And don't act like I'm a walk in the park, i know i can be frustrating. But this is a relationship, we work together, we compromise, we fight, we make love. We don't quit on each other, we fight for us."

"I love you."

"And i love you."

[pbandjesse]

James is rubbing my shoulders while I'm writing this. I am extremely tired and hurty today. But it was such an excellent day I dont want to complain. Just going to be thankful I have tomorrow off.

I slept Okay last night. Thankfully my internal clock is excellent. Because I forgot to set an alarm and still woke up 2 minutes before I needed to be up. I got up and dressed, James helped me with the strings of my bathing suit. And I headed out.

I went to dunkin for a sandwich. And went yo thr bus. Which was very late but I still got to the school at 830. Excellent. The kids were getting in. We were having breakfast. And soon enough we were doing roll call and making sure everyone was there and accounted for. And then we were getting on the bus. Bre'asia was my bus buddy. And i had all of my class sit on the left hand side. So then the big kids could be on the right. I got pictures of all of them and we rolled out basically on time.

We had no traffic at all. So we hot to thr water park 40 minutrs early. And a half hour before the park opened. So we hung out in the grass. Put sunscreen on the kids. Which i had not. Considered. How white it would make all my little black children. It was hilarious. But they let me run it in all over their faces and ears. Gotta keep them safe!!!

Finally the other site got there and we were able to go in. And it was excellent!!!! We all sat together. And the water was warm. At some points later in the day it was to warm even! But it was a blast.

I swam. I helped the kids float. I pulled them around like a tug boat, like my dad when i was a kid. I went on the slides!! Even the scary ones! I had cheese fries for lunch. And a small sandwich.

It was such a nice day. I had fun at the little kids playground with my students. We went down the double slides while holding hands. I just had such a great time. I love our kids.

We had one scary moment where one of our less strong swimmers went on a slide and didn't realize you landed in the deeper part. And she had tobbe rescued and that was very scary. I had her come sit with me and she was okay. It was just frightening. But then we went on the other slide together and that was much nicer. Safer.

We had to leave like a half hour early. But that worked out really well. We all got cleaned up as best we could. Got dressed. Got water. And we're on the bus around 315.

We took the back roads. And so we passed a lot of cows and corn and horses. The kids were screaming, they were so excited. And were singing old town road at them. It was hilarious.

I listened to my podcast half heartedly. Bre'Asia fell asleep on me. So I rested my eyes too, but soon enough we were back at the school. An hour in a school bus is tough but it was good to be back. I had to carry a sleeping child. But i got lots of kid practice today and that was good.

We chilled in the cafeteria until everyone was picked up. And then Adina took me home.

I got my bike. And discovered i had cut the botton of both my big toes. Sucks, but I made it home with only minimal waddling.

I told James about my day. And got a shower. He helped me pick an outfit. And I tried to deal with my toe cuts, but the new skin liquid bandaid hurt so bad I was shivering. So regular bandaids it was and we left to go to art scape!!

I had fun looking around. Might go back and buy a couple things I really liked. Met some artists I knew of from the city and talked about some of my own work which made me so so jazzed to get back into making. I cant wait to have a studio again.

We also ran into a girl that James got hired at ships with!! So we got to tell stories and it was great. I really just had an excellent time.

I got a moss ball jar thing and a keychain of a lizard. Excellent purchases that I am very very excited about. And then we got some food.

We looked at some big installs. And James took pictures, and then we came home.

James helped me put some stuff away. Discovered sweetp had eaten the hotdog buns. And now we're watching videos and i am very excited to sleep. And have a day off tomorrow!!

My plan is to work on quilt. Then go clean at the old apartment for a while. Then maybe try to go get me and Jess's pottery? Because the train is messed up that makes it hard. But we'll see. Then May be artscape again. James gets done at 630 so i will probably take a nap in the middle and then go do art scape walking with him again? Just wanna spend time with him and buy art.

Time for sleep now. Take care of yourself!