#I thought he was fine in CR if a little annoying and full of himself

[wvbaandtheboys]

Nytophobic

CW// Gore, M//gots, Worms Kaiser sat by himself in one of the break rooms. He wanted to be alone. Not because of the other Minor Circuit boxers outside in the gym, no. It was more so just him being a little overwhelmed. The rainy weather was getting to him, especially with it starting to become rougher. He dug through his bag, trying to find the little plastic case that his earplugs were in. Whenever it would get a little too loud for his liking, he would just pop them in. Normally, his bag was a lot more organized than it was now. Everything sorted neatly into respective sections and pockets that he memorized rather well, hence could find in less than a minute. On account of running late that morning, however, he had to practically throw everything he needed in and rush out of the house to make it in time to his fight. (Which, fortunately, he did win. The WVBA had a liking for making poor Joe the local punching bag.) “Vhere is it…?” He grumbled, feeling more anxious than annoyed. Did he seriously forget them? He’d always do a check to ensure he brought everything, but just didn’t have the time this time around. He had searched every part he possibly could have put them in, and yet it yielded nothing. He didn’t have them. “Oh nein…” He groaned. The rumble of thunder made him cover his ears, jolting in his seat. If there was one thing Kaiser hated, it was thunderstorms. They always made him feel extremely uneasy. Earlier, he had thought that it was simply a spontaneous shower of rain and that it would pass. But it looked like it was only getting worse. Crrk.. Cr-Crrk.. Crrrrk.. He looked up. The cone-shaped light fixture above was flickering, swaying left to right. Before he could even process it– WHIIIRRRR –The entire building was plunged into pitch black darkness; darkness that was impenetrable to moonlight.

“Woah-!” Disco Kid exclaimed. “Ah!-” Glass Joe quickly reached into his bag, pulling out his cell phone. The blue light was enough to illuminate his face, depicting the depths of his cheekbones, nose and chin. And of course, his dopey eyed stare. (It was, oddly, a little eerie, to be honest.) “Woah-hoh– You look a little creepy, Joey…” Disco chuckled. “Euh?... O-Oh.” Joe smiled a bit with a quiet “pfft”, then carefully stood up. “Hippo? Are you alright?” He flashed the phone in his direction, cautiously taking a few steps closer. “Hippo is fine.” King Hippo nodded. “...A blackout… the generator must have taken damage.” Joe pursed his lips. “Mhm. …Yeesh, that’s no rain anymore… that’s a full-blown thunderstorm!” The distant flash of lightning confirmed Disco’s suspicions as it lit up the gym for a split second. “...Oh non… where is Kaiser-?” Joe asked, his voice worried. “He does not like thunderstorms...” “Hippo saw him go into one of the rooms a while ago. But Hippo does not know exactly which one.” “Ah, I see. I will go look for him. Stay here, alright? I don’t want you two to hurt yourselves trying to navigate this darkness.” Joe flashed a reassuring smile and nodded, before leaving the gym, a bit hurriedly, to go and find Kaiser. He hoped that he was okay. The rain that was now pelting the window sounded ten times louder to Kaiser. His body was trembling, terror spread through his mind as his joints seemed to lock up, leaving him paralyzed. The inability to see anything two feet in front of him only made it worse. He heard it. The rain… it wasn’t rain. It was gunfire. Spraying unyieldingly in his direction. “PASSEN SIE SICH AB!”  A voice of no distinct familiarity screeched. It sounded just as terrified as he was. He didn’t even consciously move his limbs. In a matter of moments, he found himself falling to the ground, clutching his biceps. The taste of mud and grime filled his open mouth. The thunder.. It wasn’t thunder either. It was the shockwave of mortar shells impacting the ground, polluting the air with their voracious detenations. It was distant, yet coming closer and closer. The darkness around him, the blackened memories of his conscience. Soldiers shrieking and screaming in frightening harmonies, writhing in agony with missing limbs or clusters of bloodied holes through their bodies. Kaiser shut his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face as he whimpered for help. He didn’t want to be here. Anywhere but here. He thought he had forgotten it all. He had repressed it. It wasn’t a part of him anymore. He was alive. He was impaired, but alive. So why– A harsh THUD just in front of him interrupted his thoughts. Something warm and viscous, with a strong metallic smell, splattered onto his face. He knew what it was. “...W-Warum… ich…? ” He sobbed, lips quivering. "Öffne deine Augen, Herr Kaiser.” A high pitched voice asked, clear and concise. The sounds of the outside world warped and distorted into silence. “Nein.” Kaiser responded in the same manner. “Öffne sie. Sieh mich an. Ich kann nichts fühlen. Ich habe Angst...” It asked again, simple and innocent, quivering somewhat like his own. “N..nein. Mach mich nicht dazu. Bitte.” That voice… so naive and child-like. It wasn’t fair. He received no response. He laid there, sobbing. His head throbbed painfully. His heart thumped violently in his chest, against his ribs. He was helpless. Pathetic. Like a terrified child, denying the monsters in the dark. The buzz of sound returning to his ears stirred him. A whistling sound, something hurtling through the air just overhead, becoming sharper and sharper. Coming towards him. His eyelids peeled themselves open. His eyes met with the voice. Or what supposedly produced it. A rotting corpse, vacant of its eyes, tongue and lips. It seeped bright red blood through cracks and folds in its raw colored flesh. Its head shape, that of a young man’s, roughly two decades younger than him. Its expression contorted, a jaw unclenched to scream at the top of its lungs, sockets wide with fat worms wriggling in and out. Its teeth, a disgusting plaque yellow, with smaller wrigglers making their way up and down the rows. Kaiser’s eyes looked up, bloodshot. All he saw was a bright light. A deafening BOOM was all he heard before his world went a stark white. The lightning strike that flashed right outside the building was frightening, but the blood-curdling scream and shattering glass that rose above the violent weather was what frightened Joe more. He had been searching for only a few minutes, but in that time he had only managed to get himself somewhat lost. The scream alerted him where to go, and the moment he realized where Kaiser was, he quickly made his way towards the room. He didn’t know what he’d see when he opened the door. He had his expectations, but he kept an open mind. No matter what, he was ready to help. As he touched the doorknob, he paused. He took a moment to let his adrenaline leave him, to calm his breathing and himself with a deep sigh. Then, he twisted the knob and gently opened the door. On the ground, beneath a now broken window with frigid air and rain blowing over his crumpled form, was a trembling Kaiser. He was on his side, clutching the pant leg of his prosthetic and stifling pained yells as if he felt he couldn’t scream. Streams of sweat soaked his entire body, explained by the frantic open-mouth hyperventilating he was doing. His heartbeat violently racketed in his chest which he had his other hand over, audible even from where Joe stood. The initial visual of just what was happening deeply frightened Joe despite his calm demeanor, which he admitted that it happened the last few times. He thought that poor Kaiser had gotten so frantic that his heart was about to give out. But just as quickly as that thought entered his mind, he dismissed it. He wasn’t dying. He just felt like he was. Joe could barely hear his own thoughts over the noise. Nonetheless, he closed the door behind him and sat in front of the window to hopefully shield Kaiser from the elements. “Kaiser? Can you hear me?” He raised his voice slightly. Despite that, it didn’t seem to stir the other boxer. “Kaise–” He heard him give a startled yelp. Pain suddenly ricocheted up his jawline, followed by an audible crack. Joe stopped. He ran his fingers along his face, and felt electricity surge through his cheek as it began to swell. A metallic taste filled his mouth. Kaiser punched him. He must have not heard him come in and then got scared when he suddenly spoke up, Joe thought. Well, hopefully he knew he was there now. (Even if he had to lose a tooth for him to realize that.) It seemed that he did, as he stared at Joe with a terrified expression. “It’s me, Joe! Can you hear me?” Joe asked again, his voice somewhat muffled by his new injury. A faint light hovered between Kaiser and him, which to Kaiser appeared to be just a floating orb for a few moments before showing what it truly was; a cell phone. Despite still being rather frightened, Kaiser gave a brief nod. “Good! Where are you right now, Kaiser?” Joe asked. Kaiser stared back at him, confused. “Where are you? What do you see?” It took a moment for Kaiser to process what he said. “...I-I… I-I’m in ze t-t-trenches… I-I see… I s-see y-you– I-I see m-my f-friends– z-zey–” His breath hitched. “Z-Zey are dead- I-I see m-my– OH GOD–” He yelled. “I CAN’T FEEL MY LEG-!! IT HURTS-!! ITZ GONE–!” Joe put a hand on Kaiser’s shoulder, gently rubbing it with his slender fingers. “...You’re alright, Kaiser. I promise you that everything is just fine.” He spoke gently, in his ear so he could hear him. “...I want you to try and relax.” He took his other hand, and carefully took Kaiser’s hand off his knee. “Here. I want you to squeeze my hand if you’re overwhelmed, and I will pause. I’m going to help you remember where you really are. Is that okay?” “...J-Ja…” Kaiser nodded. “Alright…” Joe glanced around the room, and looked behind them at the window. “Well… I see… A window. Do you see a window, Kaiser?” “..Vindow…?” Kaiser’s gaze fixated on where he was looking. He squinted his eyes. The darkness shifted into a rectangular window. It was broken. “...Oh– J-Ja, I see it now!” He exclaimed. “Tres bien.” Joe nodded with a smile. He then directed his gaze to the door. “I see… a door. Do you see–” Lightning lit up the room. Kaiser stifled another yelp, squeezing Joe’s hand. Joe flinched in a bit of pain. Though he wasn’t frail, Kaiser’s strength did still sort of hurt especially when his grip was so tight. But, as promised, Joe remained quiet and let him calm down. “...Are you alright now?” Joe asked after a bit. Kaiser’s grip softened back to normal, and he once again nodded. “Okay. …I see a door. Do you see a door, Kaiser?” “..I…” He squinted. “...I zhink so…” Another rectangular shape came into formation before his eyes, an outline of a door. “...Ja– It’s right there…” “Well done, my friend. Now… you see a door and a window. Where do you think you are?” Kaiser closed his eyes in thought. Joe heard his heartbeat begin to calm. “...A door… and a vindow… I-I… I zhink…” He sighed. “...I remember. I-I left ze… ze gym.. And I-I came to… ze break room.. A-Am I really in the break room, Herr Joe…?” Joe gave his hand a reassuring, gentle squeeze. “Indeed you are. Look around you.” Kaiser opened his eyes, and saw the room rebuilding itself around him. The visions seemed to disintegrate, turning to mist as the light allowed the world to regain its color. Kaiser slowly brought a hand to his face, and wiped away his tears from one eye. “...You see now, don’t you? You’re right where you’re meant to be.” Joe gave a relieved chuckle as he wiped his other eye. “...Eine million dank, mein freund. You saved my life.” Kaiser thanked him compassionately as Joe helped him to sit up slowly. “You’re alright now, right?” “Yes.” Kaiser sighed in relief, combing his fingers through his hair and mustache. Though, taking a second glance at Joe’s face to thank him once again, he noticed the swollen lump on his cheek. “...H-Herr Joe.” He suddenly became serious. “Euh?..” Joe tilted his head. “...Vhy is your face swollen like zat?” “Oh–” Joe seemed flustered. “E-Err- I-I accidentally scared you while you were panicking and you did punch me.. B-But! I-It’s nothing to fret over–” Kaiser gripped Joe’s shoulders. “Nothing to fret over?! Herr Joe, your mouth iz bleeding–! Z-Zat iz NOT something to just brush off-!” He raised his voice. “...Ah. I-I.. I didn’t mean it like that. I was trying to tell you it was alright… I know you were just startled..” Kaiser grumbled discontently. “I-I am so sorry- I-If I knew you were there, I-I would not have-” Joe laughed, putting a hand on Kaiser’s shoulder. “Again, it’s nothing to worry about. I understand. You didn’t do anything wrong. We’ve been through this before, remember?” Kaiser puffed his cheeks, still discontent. “I-I know, b-but my panic is still not an excuse for me to hurt you like that...” Joe still brushed it off. “...T-Trust me, mon ami, I’ve been through a lot worse. A punch to the jaw is nothing I will hold a grudge for.”

[llycaons]

so I'm relistening to one of my favorite podcasts, kingkiller chronicles, where a group of people (re)read name of the wind and critique it. in the first episode they most talk about the author, patrick rothfuss. highlights so far

the host who likes his books the most reported that when she met him at an event, she asked him for writing advice. he looked at her and went "I'm patrick rothfuss. who are you?"

that time (admittedly quite a few years ago) he wore a shirt that said "joss whedon is my master now" I found the picture on his blog and you can too if you google it

the fact that his twitter profile is art of himself and his protagonist standing epically next to each other, which isn't even a bad thing but it's very funny. it's pretty clear his cool oc is his cool oc, and that's fine

what's not fine is the fact that his Rromani-inspired main character is apparently generically incliined towards being a genius musician and stealing

another host reported that he witnessed an author meet and greet during which rothfuss, standing 20 feet above his fans at the top of a staircase, asked them not to record him, and then proceeded to talk shit about tolkien for like 20 minutes

this...very bizarre essay he wrote about the new hobbit movie, which he wrote 10 years ago in fairness but he never took down or apologized for. it's like...I can't describe it you'll just have to read it for yourself. this is deranged. this man is incapable of being normal about women. I'm pasting the most relevant part of it under the cut because I need everyone to share my pain. Be ready for a really creepy description of a teenage girl, hatred for sex workers, and unmitigated misogyny

It will be a good movie. Maybe even a great movie. But it will also be, at best, a moderately okay adaptation of the subtle, sweet book that I grew up loving.

You know that it’s going to be like? It’s going to be like wandering onto an internet porn site and seeing a video of a girl I had a crush on in high school. You probably knew someone like her. The smart girl. The shy girl. The one who wore glasses and was a little socially awkward. The one who screwed up the curve in chemistry so you got an A- instead of an A.

She was a geek girl before anybody knew what a geek girl was. And that was kinda awesome, because you were a geek boy before being a geek was culturally acceptable.

You liked her because she was funny. And she was smart. And you could actually talk to her. And she read books.

And sure, she was girl-shaped, and that was cool. And she was cute, in an understated, freckly way. And sometimes you’d stare at her breasts when you were supposed to be paying attention in biology. But you were 16. You stared at everyone’s breasts back then.

And yeah, you had some fantasies about her, because, again, you were 16. But they were fairly modest fantasies about making out in the back of a car. Maybe you’d get to second base. Maybe you could steal third if you were lucky.

And maybe, just maybe, something delightful and terrifying might  happen. And yeah, it would probably be awkward and fumbling at times, but that’s okay because she’d be doing half the fumbling too. Because the only experience either one of you had was from books. And afterwards, if you make a Star Wars joke, you know she’ll get it, and she’ll laugh….

That’s the girl you fell in love with in high school. You didn’t have a crush on her because she was some simmering pool of molten sex. You loved her because she was subtle and sweet and smart and special.

So you stroll onto this porn site, and there she is. Except now she’s wearing a thong and a black leather halter top. She’s wearing fuck-me red lipstick and a lot of dark eye makeup. Her breasts are amazing now, proud and perfectly round.

Someone’s taught her to dance, and she does it well. She’s flexible and tan. She has a flat midriff and walks like a high-class Vegas stripper. Her eyes are dark and smouldering. She has a riding crop, and she likes to be tied up, and her too-red mouth forms a perfect circle as she sighs and moans, and tosses her head in a performance designed to win any number of academy awards….

And what’s the problem with this? Well… in some ways, nothing. What you’ve found is perfectly good porn. Maybe even great porn.

But in other ways the problem is blindingly obvious. This girl has nothing in common with your high-school crush except for her social security number. Everything you loved about her is gone.

We loved the sweet, shy, freckly girl. We still remember her name, and after all these years she lives close to our heart. Seeing her in lipstick and stiletto heels dancing on a pole is like watching Winnie the Pooh do heroin and then glass someone in a bar fight.

It just isn’t something that I look forward to seeing….

[Image of naked Frodo on a stripper pole. I am dead serious. Click the link to see it I don't want it on my blog]

And that’s how I’m going to feel when I watch the Hobbit.

I’ll be one part entertained, two parts nostalgic, two parts irritated, three parts outraged, and one part oddly titillated.

And I’ll watch it, and I’ll enjoy it, and afterwards I’ll go home and feel more than slightly sad….

pat

[crossdressingdeath]

Would you call WWX's behaviour towards LWJ (in CR arc) bullying? Cause I wouldn't, unless you mean it like a joke (so a playful bullying). Otherwise I get kinda annoyed when I see people calling it a bullying cause: a) It wasn't malicious and b)LWJ is ranks ahead of WWX.If he really, really didn't want that,he could have just make sure WWX leaves him alone, beside WWX can read the atmosphere(like in Xuanwu Cave).And LXC for sure wouldn't enable WWX if he thought it harming his brother in any way

I mean, WWX is definitely not being great. It's okay in this specific context because we the readers know that LWJ does not in fact hate it and is just being Very Gay And Mad About It about the whole thing, but I can see why people would call it bullying. In this specific context I wouldn't call it serious bullying because again, we know that LWJ doesn't see it that way, but as an abstract thing... yeah, it's the sort of behaviour I would have concerns over!

It's like... you can't "playfully bully" someone you aren't friends with. Even if you mean it playfully, if you don't know they're on board with it it's just bullying. It doesn't matter that WWX doesn't mean it maliciously if LWJ thinks it's malicious! Speaking as someone who is definitely much more like LWJ than WWX, if someone (even someone I had a massive crush on) was doing things like sneaking porn into my books and deliberately trying to get me in trouble (yes, WWX's intention was to avoid trouble entirely because he assumed that LWJ would just keep his mouth shut rather than get in trouble himself and did try to take the full blame when it became clear that LWJ would take punishment for something that wasn't his fault, but LWJ doesn't know that at the time), I'd be pretty upset! And yes, LWJ could have just pulled rank to try to keep WWX away from him but a) WWX clearly intended to keep bothering him no matter what despite how as far as WWX can tell LWJ didn't enjoy it and b) WWX is constantly breaking rules; good luck keeping him from doing something he wanted to without outright locking him up or getting him sent home, neither of which LWJ wanted to do.

Also, that covers your point about WWX being able to read the atmosphere; as far as he can tell LWJ doesn't enjoy what he's doing, and he keeps doing it anyway. He is very much the little kid yanking on his crush's pigtails in the Cloud Recesses! Now, he grows out of that behaviour because he's a good boy who doesn't want to hurt anyone, but at this point he is doing this as far as he can tell against LWJ's wishes. I suspect what's happening is the start of the miscommunication that plagues their relationship in WWX's first life, because WWX is trying to connect and bond with LWJ in the way he connects and bonds with people, not realizing that not everyone works that way. And he grows out of that! It's good! The two of them compromise and find ways of interacting that work for both of them! But at this point he's just doing whatever without taking LWJ's preferences into account at all.

As for LXC... you're assuming he knows. You think LWJ is going to tell his brother about how WWX stuck porn in one of his books? Hell, I don't think it's ever confirmed that LXC knew LWJ had a crush on WWX before he rescued WWX from the sects! Remember, LXC eventually decides that WWX is a serious problem who will only cause his brother pain; yes, most of that is due to the whole demonic cultivation thing, but I wouldn't be surprised if part of it was WWX's behaviour in the Cloud Recesses. Honestly while I don't think LXC is against their relationship once everything's been made clear I don't understand why people act like he's super supportive; he nudges WWX in LWJ's direction once, and as far as I remember never does it again. Clearly he later regrets encouraging their friendship! I think it's a bit of a jump to say he was fine with WWX's behaviour in the Cloud Recesses when we don't know how much of it he knew about.

So basically I guess my point is that in this context because we later learn LWJ's feelings on the whole thing I'm fine with it, but I can definitely understand why people think of it as bullying.

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’.  Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it.  “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.  

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

 At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it.  Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens?  “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.  

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

[writingpaperghost]

There is a Me Who Can Become Strong (Chapter 17)

Chapter 17: A Non-Standard BURGSTER?!

It's Emu's day off, but Yuko finds someone strange.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32857183/chapters/83823709

Today, Emu was given the day off. Mostly because, according to Poppy, he was “too stressed” and “needed rest after everything with Yuko and revealing himself”. Also because Saki had a full day of surgeries today and wouldn’t be able to supervise him. So barring any Bugster related emergencies, he had the day off.

He’d allowed himself to indulge in a day of just being himself and not being Emu, so he wasn’t even in his Emu disguise, which was odd given he didn’t often do that. He’d gotten so used to both looking and acting like Emu, so it was still weird when he wasn’t. Acting like Emu sometimes fell away, when he just couldn’t keep up the personality, but even then, he still kept up his appearance. Admittedly, his outfit might draw some attention, but for the most part he figured he’d be fine.

Normally, when Emu took the day off, he just stayed inside, since people were, well, hard. But not today! Today he was being adventurous. Today, he was at a park. He was still playing video games, obviously, but now he was doing it outside. Which is pretty different from what he’d normally do.

Of course, Emu was never quite so lucky to have a boring day stay boring. And then Yuko arrived.

---

Yuko was idly munching on her burger and fries, not that she was a big fan of burgers. But she was settled at a restaurant today, her laptop opened. She was mostly focusing on typing away on her keyboard, occasionally taking a bite of burger or fries.

At least, she was, until she finds her burger mysteriously missing. The culprit of which she was easily able to find, only because he was large and burger shaped, though a scarf attempted to hide such a thing. She quickly deduced he was probably a Bugster, but why was he stealing burgers? Jumping up from her seat, Yuko grabs her laptop and chases after him.

“Hey!” She called, prompting the burger to run away, “Come back here!” This probably had the opposite of the intended effect, but Yuko was pretty good at running.

Eventually, she catches up with the burger shaped burger thief, who had found a man, who was clearly worrying over the burger Bugster. Concerned, the man said, “Burgermon, you have to be careful…”

“I’m sorry, Tsukuru,” The burger Bugster, Burgermon, responded, “I just wanted some burger, burg.”

Slowing down, Yuko watches the two for a moment, before speaking up, “So a burger Bugster who likes burgers?” This causes the two, Tsukuru and Burgermon, to turn their attention to her, “You could have just, like, asked. I don’t even eat burgers all that much.”

Tsukuru quickly apologized, “I’m sorry he stole your burger,” An act that Yuko didn’t’ think was necessary, given she wasn’t really all that mad. “Don’t tell anyone about Burgermon! I don’t want them to hurt him!”

One thing that was quickly becoming clear about Burgermon, was that he wasn’t like normal Bugsters. At this point, a regular Bugster would definitely have tried to do something to really stress out their host. Not to mention, what game is a burger Bugster even from?

Compared to other Bugsters – and Yuko knew that she had a small pool of reference to pull from – Burgermon was hardly dangerous. Yuko blinked, “I’m going to assume you’re the one who’s infected. But… why are you so fond of him? He could cause you to die.”

At that, Burgermon shrinked closer to Tsukuru, nearly trying to hide behind him. Tsukuru just seemed sad, “I know, but he’s… He’s not violent like other Bugsters. Burgermon just wants burgers.”

“Clearly,” Yuko laughs, “But… I still think you should go to the CR about this. They might be able to figure out a way to cure you without having to… kill Burgermon.” Given they had both Poppy and more importantly Emu on their team, it was almost certain they’d want to figure out how to cure Tsukuru peacefully.

Still, Tsukuru seemed hesitant, so Yuko tries again, “Really, they’re all weirdly nice there,” Then, what she really hopes will convince them, the reason she herself was convinced, “Besides, there’s twoBugsters working at the CR, I’m sure they’d all love to let there be another Bugster who can live peacefully with humans. They only fight Bugsters because the ones they fight don’t give them a choice.”

Tsukuru looks at Burgermon for a moment, then back at Yuko, “Okay,” He answers hesitantly.

So Yuko leads the two with her back to the CR, seeing no reason in calling in and making a fuss. Along the way, she talks with Tsukuru and Burgermon, finding that Burgermon was really a polite boy and the two almost seemed like father and son. Which was sweet, really, and made Yuko hope even more that the CR would be able to find a solution to this dilemma.

It was along the way to the CR, that she sees Emu, not at all disguised as Emu and instead in his proper appearance. He was sitting on a bench in the park playing a game on his Gemnboy – Mighty Action X, she determines when she comes close enough to hear the sounds.

“Hey, Emu!” At her call, Emu startles, then looks up, visibly confused.

After a moment, he sighs and asks, “Yuko, why is there a giant burger behind you?” At that question, Burgermon shrinks behind Tsukuru once more.

“He’s a Bugster,” She answered, “His name is Burgermon.”

---

Emu joins Yuko on her journey to bring Tsukuru and Burgermon to the CR, once more in his Emu appearance. Not that the journey lasted much longer, since they were dramatically interrupted by the arrival of none other than Kuroto Dan.

“Para-DX,” He called, pointing at Emu, “I will destroy your illegal game!”

Tsukuru blinked and quietly asked, “Is that…?”

“He’s gone a bit crazy in six years, I think,” Yuko answers.

Yet it’s Emu himself who disrupts Kuroto’s plan. Not by resisting, though, but by sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. “Um, about that…” He pulls out only Mighty Action X, “I… left my other Gashats at home.”

“What?!” Yuko gasped, grabbing Emu’s arm, “Seriously?”

Hurriedly, he tugs his arm away, “Yes!”

Kuroto pauses in thought for a moment, “Well I have another bootleg to get rid of,” Then he turns his sights to Burgermon, “He too comes from an illegal game.”

Yuko whips her head to look at him and glares, “I swear, if try to harm a crumb on Burgermon’s body I will murder you with my own two hands!” She attempts to run at him, but Emu grabs her and holds her back.

“Yuko, no! That’s a bad idea!” Despite his protests, Yuko continued to struggle, but was unable to break free.

Finally, Yuko calmed down, right in time for Kuroto to pull out his Buggle Driver and the Dangerous Zombie Gashat. In turn, Emu pulls out the Mighty Action X Gashat.

Dangerous Zombie!

Mighty Action X!

Buggle Up! Danger! Danger! (Genocide!) Death the crisis! Dangerous Zombie!

Level up! Mighty jump! Mighty kick! Mighty-Mighty Action X!

Gemn lunges towards Burgermon, but Emu intercepts, slashing at him with his axe. It does little to phase Gemn, though. The best he can really do is block Gemn’s attacks, which was better than nothing, but certainly not ideal.

Bang Bang Critical Strike!

A shot hits Gemn, knocking him back as Nico slides on scene, “Not getting in too far over your head, are you M?”

As the two begin to fight Gemn, both mostly blocking his attacks, behind them, Tsukuru perks up. “I know,” He said, pulling something out of his pocket, “One of them could use this.”

It was a Gashat, yellow and red, with it’s label declaring it the Ju Ju Burger Gashat. Yuko’s never heard of the game, though she isn’t really one who’s terribly knowledgeable about games. Still, she grabs it and catches Emu’s attention.

“Hey, Emu!” At her words, Emu turns to face her and she throws the Gashat. “Tsukuru said to use it.”

Emu nods and activates the Gashat.

Ju Ju Burger!

Bur~ger~ (Ju Ju) Bur~ger~ (Ju Ju) Ju Ju Burger!

The first thing Emu realizes is that he has roller skates. The next thing he realizes is that he has mustard and ketchup bottles on his arms. Thankfully, Emu wasn’t as clumsy as the real Emu was and was actually able to use roller skates.

“I’ll make burgers with no continues!”

The usage of this Gashat only seemed to piss off Gemn more, “You dare to use a bootleg Gashat? Against me?”

Nico shoots him, “Shut up, Gemn,” She groans, “No one wants to hear you gripe about illegal games or whatever.”

The two were able better keep Gemn back, but even then, were still clearly struggling. Ju Ju Burger helped, but it still wasn’t quite enough to really stop Gemn. Ju Ju Burger was only Level 4, which was definitely better than Level 2 like Emu’d been using, but Nico was still only using Level 2…

Finally, Gemn huffed, “Fine, the illegal games survive this time,” His voice is cold, “But it won’t next time.”

---

When they return to the CR, their able to ask Tsukuru more about who he was and what had caused Burgermon. He worked at Gemn Corp. and had been infected somehow when working on Ju Ju Burger, causing Burgermon to appear. He then made the Ju Ju Burger Gashat, hoping that it could help the CR if they ever found out about Burgermon.

Yuko was right that Burgermon was more or less harmless and it was clear that the source Tsukuru’s stress was if something happened to Burgermon. So they were in a bit of a complicated position.

Not too long after they got to the CR, Saki arrived and stared right at Emu, “You’re supposed to have the day off,”

“Yuko found us a patient,” Emu explains, “But it’s a bit complicated.”

“Burgermon is a nice Bugster,” Yuko frowns, “And hurting him will stress Tsukuru.”

Nico groans, “But if Tsukuru gets too stressed, whether from Burgermon being in danger or otherwise, we’ve also got a problem,” She stretches, “We can’t not do something, but we also can’t fight Burgermon.”

Adding on, Emu sighs, “And Kuroto seems really annoyed about both Burgermon’s and the Ju Ju Burger Gashat’s existence,” He shakes his head, “He’s already targeted him once.”

Saki takes in their words, the sounds of Poppy and Burgermon making burgers in her cabinet in the background. No one wanted to fight Burgermon, let alone kill him, but they weren’t sure how to cure Tsukuru otherwise.

---

“Ju Ju Burger, you said?” Mu was perched on the couch, staring at Kuroto, “Like the one that Mr. Tsukuru’s always wanted to continue? The one that’s practically his baby?”

Kuroto huffed, “Yes, Mu, that Ju Ju Burger,”

Who would be able to get infected by a game that wasn’t even finished? The only one who even kept working on that game was… “Is the one infected Mr. Tsukuru?”

“Hm?” Kuroto had already turned his attention back to his computer, the other double Gashat with a knob and Taddle Quest hooked up to it. “Oh, yes, I believe so.”

Mu stared for a moment, “I hope they cure him,” He said quietly. He liked Mr. Tsukuru, he was nice and often would talk to Mu about what he was working on. Mu hadn’t had a chance to talk to him in a while, having not been at Gemn Corp as much since Christmas. Masamune didn’t want to risk another run-in like the one he’d had with Lazer. “So what are you working on now?”

Curling his lips into a smile, Kuroto answers, “I’m upgrading Taddle Quest, of course. It’ll be stronger, like your Gashat.”

Furrowing his brows, Mu just nods, “Okay,”

---

When Emu comes into the CR the next day, he’s startled by Poppy immediately popping into his face, “Burgermon’s missing!”

“What?”

How could Burgermon have gone missing? It would be really hard to lose a whole burger Bugster. Still, Poppy’s worry makes it clear that Burgermon has, in fact, disappeared on her.

As the two rush up the stairs, hoping to find some kind of clue hiding somewhere. The clue was rather obvious, though, given the pickles placed carefully on a tray, with letters written in ketchup.

Saki began to walk up the stairs with Director Kagami at her side, when Poppy declares, “It’s a message in pickles!”

Blinking, Saki asked, “A… message? In pickles…?”

Emu quickly explained, “Burgermon’s disappeared, but it looks like he left a message.”

Poppy reads the message, “I’ve gone to go make Tsukuru better, burg.”

“Make him better?” Emu echoes, “How does he think he’ll do that?”

“I don’t know,” Saki shakes her head, “But we need to find him.”

They find him in a park, dramatically declaring, “If you don’t get away from me, they’ll be ketchup! I mean blood!” It certainly prompted people to run away. Except for Nico and Yuko, who had already been there.

Yuko was practically pulling at Burgermon’s arm, “Come on, Burgermon! Think of how sad Tsukuru will be if something happens to you!” Nico just watches, transformed, but clearly unsure what to do.

“She’s right, Burgermon,” Tsukuru pleaded, “Don’t do this!”

Burgermon just shakes his head, “No, I was actually evil all along, burg!”

Emu didn’t believe that, “Even if you are a villain, there are other roles you can play than being defeated.”

“Remember Burgermon,” Poppy began, “Your game is about making you happy, not hurting other people!”

He doesn’t say anything in response, instead, he launches an attack of various burger toppings. Emu transforms using Ju Ju Burger, and shoots at the toppings with the mustard and ketchup cannons on his arms. Nico just watches, letting Emu do whatever it is he has planned.

As the parts came together, a burger lands in Burgermon’s hand.

Game Clear!

“That means you’re cured, Tsukuru!” Poppy cheered, though it was quickly cut off by slow, ominous clapping.

“Quite a show,” Kuroto said, “I like your little words of encouragement.” He halts his clapping. This time, he’s joined by Ex-Aid.

Tsukuru looks at Ex-Aid and gasps, “Mu? What are you doing with him?” Emu paused at that. Mu? Like Masamune’s assistant? The one that was dead? Or at least, they thought he was dead.

Ex-Aid, rather, Mu, startles and looks at him, “Oh, Mr. Tsukuru…” he mumbled, then tugs at Kuroto’s sleeve, “Kuroto, why are we still here? Mr. Tsukuru’s been cured?”

Kuroto just smiled, “I have a bootleg game to destroy,”

Mu clearly frowned, “Ju Ju Burger? Or do you mean…?” Then he gasped, “Kuroto! You can’t kill Burgermon! He’s harmless!”

“He’s from an illegal game, Mu,” Kuroto says, “I can’t just have those running around.”

“Are you serious?” Mu huffed, “Mr. Tsukuru works at Gemn Corp, what more could you ask for?”

Kuroto ignores him and takes out the Dangerous Zombie Gashat. Nico quickly grabs Jet Combat, finally leveling up. Nico and Emu quickly run to stop Kuroto’s attacks. Mu doesn’t transform, instead watching for a moment as Kuroto, Nico, and Emu fight. Finally, he walks over to where Poppy, Saki, Tsukuru, and Burgermon stand.

Saki and Poppy place themselves between Mu and Tsukuru and Burgermon. With an almost hurt expression, Mu says emotionlessly, “I’m sorry,” He’s looking at both Burgermon and Tsukuru, ignoring Poppy and Saki. “Kuroto’s made up his mind. I’m not sure anyone can stop him now.”

Tsukuru gently pushes past Saki and Poppy, “Why do you work with him, Mu?”

Mu looks away, “When I found out you were infected, I was so worried. Now you’re cured and it’s clear that Burgermon is important to you but…” He had a pained expression, “I’m sorry, I just. I have to complete the game, so these sort of things don’t happen again. Alright? I’m sorry, but this is something I need to do. You’ll understand soon, I’m just… Not allowed to talk much about it.”

Quietly, Poppy asked, “Not allowed by who? Kuroto?”

“You’ll find out soon, when the game is completed, I’m sure,” He looks a bit… worried, though it’s unclear why. Then he reaches into his pocket, hesitating for a moment. Saki and Poppy were clearly put on edge by that action. He pulled out his Gamer Driver and two Gashats, the Proto Mighty Action X and Proto Drago Knight Hunter Z Gashat. He turns to face towards where Nico and Emu were still fighting Kuroto, struggling to keep up.

Mighty Action X!

Drago Knight Hunter Z!

Do-Do-Drago Kni-Kni-Kni-Knight! Dra! Dra! Drago Knight Hunter! Z!

Saki, Poppy, Tsukuru, and Burgermon watch for a moment, as Mu just stares at the fight. As Gemn knocks Emu and Nico down, the Ju Ju Burger Gashat clattering to the ground, Mu runs up to Kuroto.

“Come on, Kuroto! Stop it! This is unnecessary.” Emu can’t help but think that Mu sounded familiar. He’s thought that a few times before, but he wasn’t sure why.

“Why are you so insistent in sparing that bootleg Bugster?”

“Because he hasn’t done anything wrong! Because I don’t want to see Tsukuru hurt! Because your reasoning is stupid!” Mu continues to tug at Kuroto’s arm.

Kuroto shakes him off and turns his attention towards Burgermon and Tsukuru, and by proxy, Poppy and Nico.

Critical Dead!

Mu gasped and lunges forward, using Hunter Gamer’s tail to knock Saki and Poppy away. Annoyingly, Tsukuru and Burgermon were just a little too far. Yet before the Critical Dead could reach them, Burgermon rushes forward and takes the hit entirely.

Stalking over to where Emu was, Kuroto picks up the Ju Ju Burger Gashat. “Come on, Ex-Aid, we’re done here.”

Mu just stares as Kuroto walked off. Stunned, he removed the two Gashats from his Gamer Driver. He stands there, for a moment, before glancing back and Tsukuru and quietly repeating, “I’m sorry,” Then runs off after Kuroto.

---

Back at their hideout, Mu just sits on the couch, his arms crossed as he glared at Kuroto. He doesn’t say anything, just glare. Kuroto types at his computer for a moment, then sighs. Standing up, he walks over to the couch and hands Mu the Ju Ju Burger Gashat.

“What?”

“Take it,” Kuroto held it closer, “It won’t do me any good. I don’t care what you do with it.”

“But… why?” Mu couldn’t understand. Mu couldn’t understand a lot recently.

Kuroto just shakes his head, “Burgermon had to be gotten rid of, but the Gashat doesn’t really matter,” He walks back over to his desk. “Now I’m going to figure out what’s wrong with your Gashat.”

---

Mu wasn’t supposed to be at Gemn Corp right now, he knew he wasn’t, but he just. He had something he needed to do. He still felt bad about what had happened earlier.

He peeks into the office that Tsukuru worked in, seeing an nearly empty room, save for Tsukuru who quietly and slowly typed at his keyboard.

“Um, Mr. Tsukuru?” He called out, watching as Tsukuru looked up at him, “Um… I know you probably don’t… want to see me. But, um, I have something for you.”

Reaching into his pocket, Mu enters the room and holds out the Ju Ju Burger Gashat, keeping a distance as he hands it to Tsukuru. Tsukuru takes it, giving him a confused look. “Why?” He asked.

“We don’t need it,” Mu answered, “It’s not important for the game, so I think you should have it.”

Tsukuru looked at the Gashat, then back at Mu, “I see, thank you.”

Wasting no time in leaving, Mu quickly returns to his and Kuroto’s hideout, not wanting anyone else to see that he’d been at Gemn Corp. When he gets back, he can hear Kuroto talking, “Yes,” He sighed, “I understand.” He must have been on the phone.

As Mu quietly enters the room, it becomes clear that Kuroto had just finished his phone call. Immediately, Mu can tell that something’s wrong.

“Is something wrong?” Mu asked, catching Kuroto’s attention.

Kuroto shakes his head, “No, no, I’m fine,” though it’s not entirely convincing, Mu doesn’t ask farther.

It’s really not his business.

[sergeanttucker]

Super Soldier Sandwich

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) throw a Party and Steve stays longer to help ‘clean up’.

Warning: Smut! ,badly written smut!, some dirty talk and swearing, oral sex (f/m receiving), a little choking, Steve’s and Bucky’s dirty mouth, man-kissing, Alcohol and drug using (please don’t do this)

Word count: 5382 (Sorry.)

AN - I apologize in advance for the mistakes I have made regarding drug use. I myself have no experience with it and have used descriptions of others for the story. Please do not take drugs, it rarely ends in a threesome with two super soldiers.

AN2 - This is the first time I've written a threesome and it's not as easy as you'd think. However, it is a lot of fun! The second part is hopefully ready on the weekend. Have fun!

Part Two

Masterlist

A few days ago, Bucky and (Y/N) moved together to a small house on the outskirts. Nothing too big or too small, it was the perfect size for the two. It had a pretty backyard and even a medium size pool, perfect for relaxing on hot days. Today they had a full house. They kicked off a little party to inaugurate the house and invited all their Avengers colleagues and some Shield agents.

 The evening was drawing to a close; it was already two o'clock and slowly but surely all their guests were going home.

 (Y/N) and Bucky both stood at the front door and said goodbye to Tony and Pepper before they closed the door. (Y/N) leaned her back against the closed door and dropped her head back as a sigh left her lips. "I love these people; I really do but I'm glad they're gone now."

 Bucky chuckled and trapped her between his body and the door. He leaned down and started kissing her neck as he mumbled against her skin. “You wanted this party; we could have inaugurated the house alone." He finished his sentence with a bit to her shoulder.

 (Y/N)'s arms snaked around his neck and one of her hands trailed his long hair to pull his face towards hers. "And how would our private party have gone?"

  "Oh, I had some ideas, and none of those ideas would have involved clothes." He grinned at her and let his hands wander from her hips, over her butt to her thighs before he picked her up. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist and grinned as she leaned toward him and kissed him. She tugged at his hair a little, which pulled a grunt out of his throat and she took this moment to push her tongue into his mouth 

Just as the kisses and touches got more heated and Bucky began rubbing against her, they were interrupted by a coughing behind them. They both looked in the sound's direction and saw Steve standing at the end of the hall, his face red as a tomato as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "You're kidding me." Bucky dropped his head against (Y/N)'s shoulder, his face twisted into a pout.

 "Steve, what are you still doing here? I thought you left with Sam." Although she was confused that he was still there, her voice was gentle. "Well, I ... I thought I'd stay a bit and help clean up."

 "Does it look like we're going to clean up now?" Bucky's tone was tougher than he had wanted, and (Y/N) slapped him on the back of the head for that. "Stop being such an ass." Bucky mumbled something incomprehensible against her neck and then let her back down onto the ground.

 (Y/N) walked down the hall and past Steve toward the living room. "Then let's get rid of the mess, guys."

 Bucky rolled his eyes annoyed and pretty obviously straightened his jeans before he also walked past Steve into the living room, on the way he slapped Steve in the back of the head and mumbled "punk" as he did.

 With three people, it took about an hour to clear the remnants of the party, and when they were done, they sat in the living room drinking another beer. (Y/N) was sitting on the sofa with Bucky, her legs over his lap as his hand lay on her knee, occasionally stroking her leg. Steve sat opposite them on a two-seater and sipped his beer while Bucky told stories of their childhood together.

 "... and then he puked. It was everywhere, and he even hit her shoes." (Y/N) laughed out loud and held her aching belly, which already hurt from the previous stories. "That's not fair, this hot dog was at least three weeks old, the same thing would have happened to you." Bucky just grinned at him and finished the rest of his beer. Steve rolled his eyes, a slight blush covering his neck and face as he got up to bring his bottle to the kitchen.

 When he came back, he saw a small bag lying on the couch and picked it up, he squinted his eyes as he examined it. "Steven Grant Rogers! Did you bring drugs to my house? "(Y/N) looked at him reproachfully, her voice a confused and at the same astonished tone.

 "No, of course not, that's not mine!" His eyes grew wide, and he dropped the little bag he still held in his hand on the table. "Wow, Steve, I'm really disappointed in you." (Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek to suppress the laughter and tried to look at him with an actually disappointed expression. Bucky just sat next to her and shook his head disapprovingly at Steve.

 "Come on, guys, I ... I would never ... you know, I would never bring drugs, I don’t even know where to get them!" Steve stuttered and waved his hands nervously as he tried to make it clear that it was not his bag.

 (Y/N) could not stand it anymore and started laughing again, almost falling off the couch if Bucky had not held her. Bucky's chest was also rumbling with laughter. "Calm down, punk. It's just a weed. No reason to freak out."

 Steve gave him his best bitch face and dropped back onto the couch. Annoyed that (Y/N) was still giggling, he dropped his head back and ran a hand over his face.

 "Ok, ok, I calmed down." Her face was red with laughter, her eyes glassy and her voice breathless. She dropped to the floor and slid over to the table to look at the package.

 "Did not think any of the others actually smoked grass, what do we do with it?" She turned the packet in her hand as she waited for an answer.

 “Throw it in the trash, what is there to think about?" Steve, dutiful as always. Once Captain America, always Captain America.

 "Or... we could smoke it." Bucky looked at her with raised eyebrows, astonishment evident in his face. Steve, on the other hand, looked at her with his best disapproving dad look.

 "Come on, don’t look at me like that, Steve. It will be fun. We could find out if the Super Soldier Serum prevents you from getting high. It's for science!" She had a wide, excited smile on her face.

 Normally, (Y/N) would never even dream of taking drugs, but the alcohol running through her system made her loosener than usual. Bucky grinned broadly at her enthusiasm and nodded in agreement. “I’m in. Let's do it." (Y/N) smiled happily at Bucky before her eyes turned back to Steve.

 Steve looked from (Y/N) to Bucky and then back again. He was not convinced and they could see it clearly on his face. (Y/N) crawled over to him on the floor and thrust her lower lip out as she stopped between his spread legs. Bucky licked his lower lip when he had the perfect look on her ass as she crawled to his best friend.

 She looked up at him with her best puppy look, eyes wide and pleading. "Please Steve. Do it for me?" Steve gritted his teeth and swallowed the lump in his throat. If she just stopped looking at him like that, then maybe he could say "no" to her, but the picture of her between his legs... she looked like an angel with her pleading wide eyes ... He would probably say "yes" to anything she asked him.

 "Fine..." He gave himself beaten, and he did not regret it when the excited squeal of (Y/N) sounded in his ears. She clapped her hands briefly before crawling back to the table, Steve's eyes falling on her ass. Bucky saw where his eyes were fixed and winked at him grinning when their eyes met. Steve blushed a bit and turned his gaze to (Y/N), who just opened the bag and began to twist a joint.

 "Looks like you have a lot of practice, doll." Commented Bucky when he saw how skillfully she completed the joint. "I’m good with my hands.” A dirty smirk spread on Bucky’s face. “Oh, I know Doll.”

 When she was done, she sat down on the couch next to Bucky and pulled a lighter from her pocket. She put the joint between her lips and lit it. She took a draft and inhaled deeply before she blew it out and handed the cigarette to Bucky. When it was Steve's turn, he hesitated for a moment, but then decided to go through with it. He coughed a bit and handed it back to (Y/N).

 After a while, it became clear that both Steve and Bucky could get high. All three had red, dilated eyes and (Y/N) giggled uncontrollably as Bucky began to kiss her neck. His kisses were hungry and the way he pulled (Y/N) onto his lap suggested that the grass made him even hornier than he had been before. He grabbed her butt with one hand and pressed her against him as his metal hand reached into her hair and made sure she could not pull her head away as he pressed his lips onto hers.

 All the while Steve sat opposite them on the two-seater and let his eyes wander around the room, completely unaware of what was ahead of him. He looked a little lost until a moan from (Y/N) tore him out of his trance, his eyes snapped in the sound's direction and his mouth opened slightly as he watched the two, his head tilted to the side.

 Steve watched as (Y/N) raised her arms over her head so Bucky could take her shirt off. She met Bucky halfway and kissed him heatedly, her hips rocking down against his. A cold and a warm hand wandered over her torso, over her ribs and cupped her breast. A shiver ran down her spine when he squeezed them. Bucky broke the kiss when he remembered Steve was still there. He grinned at him over (Y/N)'s shoulder and whispered in her ear. 

 "Remember how we talked about inviting Steve into the bedroom?" She nodded and pressed her breasts harder into his hands. "Now is the perfect time. Why don't you go over and find out if he wants to join?" (Y/N) whimpered at the thought and got off of his lap. She turned and dropped to her knees before crawling to the blond soldier again, this time though, it was with a different intention.

 Steve swallowed hard as she crawled between his legs, her hands gripping his knees and stroking up toward his thighs. He gripped the cushions on both of his sides, his hands were twitching with the urge to touch her. His eyes dropped to her bra clad chest, and it took every ounce of his self-control to not throw her onto the couch and have his way with her.

 One of (Y/N)'s hands moved across his stomach to his chest and she bit her lip as she felt his muscles working under his skin. She gripped the fabric of his way too tight shirt and tugged him down to her until their noses were touching. His eyes dropped to her lips as she spoke. "Do you want this, Steve? Do you want me?" Her voice was quiet and silky and she waited patiently for an answer.

 Steve's eyes went to Bucky to watch his reaction, but he just leaned back with a grin, his arms spread across the back of the couch he was sitting on. (Y/N)'s thumb traced his lower lip and pulled it down slightly, Steve's eyes snapping back to her. 

 "Yes." He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a messy kiss. Their teeth knocked together at one point but neither of them cared. He pulled her up and onto his lap without breaking the kiss. His hands stroked up her side, feeling the soft skin there before they dropped down to her ass, squeezing it which caused (Y/N) to sigh against his soft lips. It felt different from when she was with Bucky but she wouldn't complain.

 (Y/N)'s hands went into his perfect blond hair and she tried to tug his head back to gain some control over the kiss but there was no use in it, Steve wouldn't let her. He slapped her ass as a warning, but was only met with a whimper of the girl above him. 

 He spanked her again, harder this time, and (Y/N) broke the kiss for a much louder moan as her hips bucked against his. Steve licked his lips and a dirty grin spread on his lips. A grin she'd often seen on Bucky, but not once on Steve. It almost looked out of place on his usually so composed face, but damn it, it only made her hornier.

 "You like it when your pretty little ass gets spanked, huh?" She was still rubbing against him as he spoke, trying to get some friction. A needy whimper escaped (Y/N)'s lips as Steve stopped her movements with one hand on her hip. "I want an answer, darling."

 The hand around her hip tightened. His voice was hard, as if he was talking about an imminent mission while wearing one of his suits. "Yes, Captain. I love it when you spank my ass." An animal-like groan erupted from his throat at the mention of his title. He kissed her hard before he got up, still holding her in his arms, and dropped her on the couch next to Bucky.

 Steve turned her around, so she had to face her boyfriend and pulled her up on her hands and knees. (Y/N) licked her lip in anticipation when Steve tugged her Jeans down, exposing her panty clad bottom to him. He groaned at the sight and stroked over one of her cheeks. "Can't wait to see this pretty little ass all red with my handprints." So he was an ass man. Interesting.

 A grin spread on (Y/N)'s face at the thought but it was soon replaced with a look of pure pleasure as the sound of another hit echoed through the room. Without her pants as a barrier it stung even more than before, but the pornographic moan that tumbled from between her lips told everyone nearby how much she liked it. The next blow sent her forward, and she braced herself on Bucky's thigh to not fall face first into his crotch.

 Bucky just chuckled deeply and cupped her cheek after the next blow. "Having fun, doll?" Because he sure as hell did. He liked to watch how his best friend handled his girlfriend, even though he was surprised that Steve was so dominant. Bucky thought Steve would be more on the soft side and let (Y/N) lead, but apparently, he was wrong.

 (Y/N) just nodded hastily and wiggled her ass at Steve, trying to persuade him to give her more but Bucky had other plans and made her get up and stand in front of the couch. Steve frowned at Bucky. "I wasn't finished yet." Bucky smirked and pulled him down to sit beside him. “Don’t worry. You'll like what comes next." His next words were directed at the girl in front of them. "Take off your pants."

 (Y/N) did as she was told and wiggled her Jeans down the rest of the way before she kicked them to the side. Her hands twitched at her sides, nervousness and excitement shot through her body. She would be lying if she said that she was not at least a bit intimidated by these two mountains of muscles in front of her. 

 The two super soldiers sat with their legs spread wide on the couch and eyed her up and down. Steve clenched his jaw when his eyes fell on the little wet spot on her panties.

 Bucky licked his lip as he made her come closer with a gesture of his finger, but he stopped her with a raised hand when she stepped closer. "On your knees, doll." 

 Instantly, (Y/N) dropped down to the floor and crawled between his spread legs. She sat back on her legs, clasped her hands in her lap and looked up at Bucky as she waited for further instructions. Steve's arousal only grew as he watched her. "Shit, she's so obedient."

 Bucky chuckled and stroked through (Y/N)'s hair. “She is. You're my good girl, aren't you?" (Y/N) smiled broadly, pride shining in her eyes as she nodded. "Yes, daddy." Steve's head fell back against the backrest as a groan sounded from his throat. He was sure (Y/N) would be the death of him.

 Bucky merely smirked at the pet name and cupped her jaw before he leaned down to kiss her softly. He stayed close when he broke the kiss, their lips still touching as he spoke his next words. "Want to make daddy and your captain feel good?" (Y/N) nodded and tried to steal another kiss but Bucky just leaned back against the couch and gestured to his belt. "You know what to do then.”

 Immediately her hands went to the waistband of his pants. Her hands were shaking as she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Bucky lifted his hips to help her taking his pants and boxer off. A heavy sigh left his lips as his achingly hard cock was freed from its confines. It lightly slapped his stomach, a bit of pre-cum already gathered at its tip. (Y/N) knew better than to touch him right away and waited with her hands on his thighs until he said something: “You can touch.”

 She didn’t need more encouragement and gripped the base of his cock. Her tongue darted out to lick the salty pre-cum from his tip. She hummed at the taste and wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently. Bucky grunted and put his metal hand on her head, not yet guiding, just resting it there as he let (Y/N) set her own pace for now. 

 Bucky’s eyes briefly fell to Steve. He was breathing heavily as he watched how Bucky’s cock disappeared into the warmth of (Y/N)’s mouth, how she circled his tip and the hand not holding his base cupped his balls to squeeze them gently. Bucky’s eyes closed with a heavy groan when (Y/N) took him deeper, letting him hit the back of her throat. His hands twisted into her hair and he lifted her up from him. Another groan left his throat as he saw a string of salvia still connected her lips to his cock. 

 He stroked her cheek with his free hand and gazed at her watery eyes. “Don’t forget your manners, babygirl. The Captain is our guest. You don’t want to let him wait, do you?” 

 “No, Daddy.” She shook her head and after Bucky dismissed her with a tilt of his head, she quickly slipped between Steve’s legs and tugged his pants and boxer down. A needy whine left her lips when his cock sprung free, standing proud and just begging to be sucked. She eyed him hungrily and licked her lips. “Ask nicely, babygirl.” Bucky’s deep voice sounded, her eyes snapping up to Steve’s at the sound.

 “Please, Captain, may I suck your cock?” Steve grunted in the back of his throat, it’s a deep sound that send a shiver down (Y/N)’s spine. He was sure he would explode at any moment. Her eyes were big and pleading as she looked up at him, innocence written over her face. “You want to suck my cock?” Teasing, he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke himself slowly, his fist getting tighter on the way up. Moaning breathlessly, (Y/N) scooted closer and lay her cheek against his thigh, watching every of his movements closely. “Yes, please.” She knew she was begging, but she didn’t care.

 Steve bit his lip and smirked at the desperation in her voice. He put his hand in her hair and guided her mouth to his cock. As if it has a live on its own, (Y/N)’s tongue darted out as Steve rubbed his tip over her lips. She moaned as his musky flavor hit her taste buds, it’s definitely different from Bucky’s but, once again, she wouldn’t complain.

 As soon as Steve was satisfied with how his pre-cum was smeared over her lips, he let her take over. “Go on. It’s all yours.” He gestured to his crotch and chuckled at her enthusiasm as she took his length into her hand and stroked him, trying to get used to his size and girth though it wasn’t that different from Bucky’s. Once she found a slow but steady pace, her tongue came into play; kitten-licking the head, her tongue lightly dipped into his slit to catch a drop of his salty essence.

 She moaned around the head of his cock, sending vibrations through him which caused his hips to buck upwards. (Y/N) gagged when his cock suddenly hit the back of her throat but it didn’t bother her that much, she just took him out of her mouth to catch her breath before she licked a broad stripe up his length, suckling his tip as soon as she reached it.

 A breathless groan reached her ears, but instead of Steve, it was Bucky. She glanced over at him and saw how he stroked himself to the image of her on her knees, sucking off his best friend. His eyes were dark and trained on her mouth, stretched around the cock that doesn’t belong to him. 

 Another moan left (Y/N) as she watched her boyfriend. This shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did, but damnit, her panties were soaked by now. She rubbed her thighs together in hope to get some friction on her aching clit but she soon realized it wasn’t enough and sneaked one of her hands between her legs and into her underwear. The moment her fingers touched her clit, a loud moan tore its way out of her throat and was muffled against Steve’s cock. The vibration of it caused him to groan and his eyes closed as he threw his head back.

 Bucky squinted his eyes at (Y/N). As he saw what she was doing, he grabbed her hand and pulled it out of her panties. A disappointed whine left her lips as she was yanked away from between Steve’s legs and landed on Bucky’s lap. The blond soldier watched with a puzzled expression as he wrapped his metal hand around her throat. His eyes were hard as he stared at her.

 “Did I say you could touch yourself?” (Y/N) sat on his lap as if she was frozen, the hand around her neck tightened when she didn’t answer, her own hand flying to his wrist. “Did I?” Bucky’s voice was dangerously low. (Y/N) knew she needed to answer or else her punishment would be even worse than it already would be.

 “No, Daddy.” Her voice was hoarse; she could barely talk because of the grip he had on her. “Right, I didn’t. Now tell me, why do you disobey me? I thought you were my good girl?” (Y/N)’s eyes went wide at the disappointment in his voice and eyes. “I… I just want you so bad.” His hand loosened a little at her words, his thumb drew soothing circles on her neck. “I’m sor…” She was interrupted by a finger pressed to her lips. 

 "Shh… It's okay, babygirl. I'll let it go this one time because we have a guest and because it's a new situation, but I don’t want to see this again. Got it?"

 “Yes, daddy. I’m sorry.” Bucky smiled and cupped her face instead of her throat to pull her in for a soft kiss, tongues tangling together as (Y/N) sighed against his lips. He kept her face close to his when he broke the kiss, lips touching as he spoke. "Since you made us feel so good, what do you say if we return the favor?" The eager nod was enough of an answer for Bucky. His hands wandered over her back to the clasp of her bra, snapping it open he threw it away before he cupped them in his hands.

 After one more kiss Bucky’s soft lips travelled over her jaw and neck. A mewling-like sound erupted from (Y/N)’s lips as he found her sweet spot and sucked a mark there, soothing the sting with his tongue. She arched her back when his lips travelled further down to the top of her breasts. 

 “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen...” He murmured right before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. (Y/N)’s hands went into his hair and she lightly tugged on it as he bit down onto her nipple before he let go of it with a `pop`. Bucky turned her around so her back was pressed against his chest and spread her legs wide, one of his arms was wrapped around her waist, preventing her from moving too much.

 Steve groaned loudly at the sight. A slight blush and her soaked panties the only thing covering her from his hungry eyes. “What do you say Steve? Want a taste of my sweet girl?” 

 “Fuck, yes!” He didn’t need to be asked twice and instantly dropped to his knees, right between her open legs, his eyes were fixed on the wet spot on her panties. But no matter how much he wanted her juices to fill his mouth he didn’t touch her until she gave her consent. Bucky pressed his lips against (Y/N)’s ear. “Do you want this, babygirl? Want your Captain to eat your little pussy?”

 “Shit… Yes! Please, Ste..Captain! Please, eat my pussy!” Both men chuckled at the pure want in her voice. Steve’s hands moved up her legs and ripped her panties from her body. Patience is a virtue he didn’t seem to possess, at least not in this moment. 

 An animal-like groan tumbled from Steve’s lips when he saw her glistening pussy right in front of him, begging him to dive right in, but he mustered up enough control over his needs to tease her a little first. He began kissing up her left leg, starting at the inside of her knees. (Y/N) began to tremble as he reached her thigh, which was sticky with her arousal, but Bucky tightened his arm around her waist so she couldn’t move. 

 A frustrated whine left her lips when instead of giving her what she wanted, he started to give her right leg equal attention. He nipped at her thigh and licked the juncture of her thigh, totally ignoring her aching pussy. (Y/N) bucked her hips up, hoping to get closer to Steve’s hot mouth but she was stopped from Bucky’s arm. He even dared to chuckle at her misery!

 “Come on, Stevie. Look at her, she’s desperate!” Steve lifted his eyes to her face, a smirk tugged at his lips at her wrecked appearance; chest heaving in anticipation, eyes wide and pleading.

 “You’re right. She’s been so good, she deserves a reward.” Eyes staying on hers, he slowly got closer to her pussy until he was eye level. His eyes dropped down and his breath grew ragged as her smell hit his nose. Not able to wait any longer, he darted his tongue out and licked a broad stripe up her folds, bumping her clit in the process.

 Both (Y/N) and Steve moaned loudly at the first contact of his wet muscle on her most sensitive parts. Out of instinct, (Y/N) tried to close her legs, the pleasure almost too much to bear but Bucky held her open with his legs. 

 “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re completely soaked.” He dove right back in, not holding back this time. Tongue drawing different patterns on her clit, he soon pressed one of his fingers against her opening, not yet entering, just teasing. He growled as one of (Y/N)’s hands gripped his hair, holding him against her in fear he would suddenly stop and let her unsatisfied. 

 Two fingers entered her and made her jump slightly at the sting. Her ass rubbed against Bucky’s cock, which was trapped between their bodies. He groaned against her ear, his free hand wandered up to squeeze her breast. “Does this feel good, babygirl? Feels good how he fucks your tight cunt while he sucks your pretty little clit?” His voice was breathy in her ear. Bucky seemed to enjoy this as much as (Y/N) did, his cock leaked pre-cum on her back.

 Too far gone for an actual answer her only response was another moan as Steve suddenly pulled his fingers out of her only to push his tongue inside. His fingers went to her clit, rubbing figure eights on it.  “Yeah, I bet you love this. I can see how you soak Steve’s face with your juices.” Her thighs began to shake. The pleasure Steve was giving her and Bucky’s gravelly voice whispering dirty words in her ear almost pushed her over the edge. She just needed a little more.

 Slowly, very slowly Bucky’s metal hand slid up her body. He knew what she needed to fall apart instantly. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can see it. I want you to cum for us. Cum all over Stevie’s mouth, he’s waiting for it. Be a good girl and give him what he wants.” 

 Her eyes rolled back into the back of her head and as soon as Bucky’s hand was wrapped around her throat, an earth-shattering orgasm shot through her. Her thighs were trembling, her walls clenching and unclenching. Steve moaned in the back of his throat as she pulled at his strands and her juices hit his tongue. The vibration of it send shock waves through her body and she tried to close her legs but Steve grabbed her thighs with both of his hand and held her open. He didn’t stop! Not even as (Y/N) trashed uncontrollably and tried to wiggle away, the pleasure too much on her sensitive cunt.

 The obscene sound of how he slurped everything she offered filled the room alongside her moans which quickly turned to little yelps as he once again suckled on her clit. He tried to coax another orgasm out of her and it didn’t take long until it crashed down on her. 

 Bucky murmured comforting words into her ear as she came down from her second orgasm, his hand dropped from her throat and stroked her stomach, trying to calm her. “You’re doing so good, babygirl. So beautiful when you cum like this.” He pressed little kisses to her shoulder and neck, everywhere he could reach.

 Steve lifted his head from between her legs, his face glistening with her juices as a dirty smirk pulled at his lips. He was proud of himself; it was written on his face. “You’re delicious, darling.” Still kneeling between her legs, he leaned over her slightly to press his lips against hers. (Y/N) moaned at the taste of herself on his lips and tongue. 

 “Oh yes. My pretty girl has the most delicious pussy. Can’t get enough of it.” To the surprise of both of them, Bucky tugged Steve’s face to himself and pressed his tongue into his mouth to get a taste himself. Steve froze for a moment, his body went stiff.

 He wasn’t sure what to do at first, he had never kissed a man before but on the other hand… it’s not that different from kissing a girl, right? And besides that, he had already tried drugs today AND he’s about to have a threesome with his best friend so why not kiss him too? 

 (Y/N)’s jaw slacked as she watched their tongues tangle, Bucky groaned at the taste of Steve’s tongue and tugged at his hair to get a better angle, making the blond soldier moan too. (Y/N) quickly memorized the scene in front of her for later purpose. 

 She whimpered as they broke the kiss. She would have been content with watching them the rest of the night, but as soon as Bucky withdrew his head he pulled her in for a quick but intense kiss. “Let’s move this to the bedroom, shall we?” 

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Guardian Angel N°8 [From a common everyday life is born a form of tenderness]

Here's chapter eight !

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Have a good read!

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First Chapter

Previous Chapter

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The noise of the hotplates and the sweet smell of eggs and bacon had invaded the whole kitchen and a good part of the castle. A pleasant way to wake up and start a long day, in short.

But not for Horror, who had been awake for six hours as usual and was the one preparing breakfast.

Oh, he normally loved to cook and prepare good food for the whole castle! But this time, as it happens, he hated it. He hated it because he didn't understand WHY Nyx was already up and staring at him, sitting quietly at the table!

“For the umpteenth time, the cannibal growled.

- Why?”

Nyx had asked with a vague innocence, but Horror guessed his amused and mischievous smile.

“Because it's embarrassing shit! Go back to sleeping in instead of bothering me!”

The black-boned skeleton laughs at his vulgarity:

"I'm not sleepy. Besides, it's nicer to have company, isn't it?"

The cook growled. That new guy was right. Even though he loved to cook for everyone, he was always a little sad to be alone in the kitchen when everyone else was busy. But damn it, that didn't mean he liked being fixed that way!

“Would you rather it had been Dust?” Nyx asked.

The other almost choked and turned sharply towards the one in the grey scarf, his face crimson:

“WHAT?

- Would you have preferred to spend time with Dust?

- W-What makes you say that? Stop talking bullshit!”

He turned his back to put the eggs on the plates:

“I don't know what's on your mind, but keep it to yourself! You may have helped the boss to go out with Killer, but we don't want you to be the one who's in the middle of our relationship!”

Nyx did not answer, lingering his gaze on the tempting plates. Horror had no trouble seeing his gaze and sighed, before putting one of the plates under his nose:

“Tch, come on, eat.”

Nyx blinked, surprised:

“Is that for me?

- Who else?”

He went back to the stove, without seeing the smile of the black-boned one:

“Thank you...”

***

Dust had slumped on the couch as usual, staring dully at the television, which was broadcasting an uninteresting animated series. The skeleton could have changed channels, but beside him was Insomnia. Insomnia was chirping and clapping his hands, all happy in front of this cartoon that seemed to have captured his full attention.

The adult sighed: if he changed, the baby would surely start crying, and Nightmare would make him see all the colors. Annoyed, he abandoned the idea of watching TV and grabbed a magazine from the coffee table, which he began to read without much interest.

Nyx entered the room at that moment. At the sight of him, Insomnia laughed and held out his hands to him. The black skeleton smiled tenderly and approached, only to come and sit down in turn and take the child in his lap. Happy to be with his new friend, the little baby loosened up in his arms and turned his attention back to the television.

Nyx became slightly excited at this sign of attention. Embarrassed, he took care that Insomnia didn't fall and took out his sketchbook, starting to scribble quietly, without seeing Dust, who was discreetly glaring at them.

The baby, hearing the sound of the pencil against the paper, turned his attention to the skeleton in the sling. He remained silent, his curious gaze resting on the notebook where a pretty landscape was gradually appearing.

“Ga-ah?” Insomnia let go, leaning his head to the side.

Nyx giggled:

“Do you like it?”

The baby starts laughing again, as if to give an affirmation, which enlarges the drawer's smile. He continued his work, having fun adding whimsical details, such as candy trees or a shower of shooting stars. Insomnia emitted a squeak of pleasure, clapping his hands again, before tapping his fists on the notebook:

“Gah! Gaaaah!

- Mm... (Laughs) ? You want to give it a try?

- Gaaha!”

Dust blinked, thinking he was hallucinating. Was Nyx really able to understand the baby? Apparently so, since he gave Insomnia his pencil, and Insomnia twittered more and more beautifully to come and scribble on another sheet of paper, under the attentive eye of the drawer.

“... You're good with kids,” commented the killer.

Nyx almost jumped, not expecting the other one to speak. He managed to keep his composure and looked at him, still puzzled:

“You think so? I don't do much.

- Well, it's enough to make him have fun. Have you ever taken care of children?”

The question tensed Nyx for a moment, but he recovered so quickly that Dust thought he had dreamt:

“I must have had some once, but she was older than Insomnia.”

Nyx refocused on the baby who had scribbled all over the page and was fidgeting, visibly unhappy with the result. This made the two adults laugh as Insomnia frowned, looking at Nyx before complaining:

“Gah! Gah gah gaaaah! Gaaha!

- Isn't that the result you were expecting?

- GAHOUA!”

The little one puffed up his cheeks and tapped on the landscape that Nyx had made. The cartoonist rubbed his head:

“Don't worry, with a little practice you'll draw much better than me!”

Dust leaned over the notebook to observe the work:

“Yeah... I couldn't believe it. You draw really well. Almost better than Ink!

- No, really, what I do is nothing compared to him!”

Dust raised an archway, straightening himself up to look at Nyx:

“This is surprising. With your glib attitude, I didn't think you'd be the type to denigrate yourself.”

Nyx almost twitching, his phalanges tensing on his notebook. Insomnia blinked his eyes and put a hand on his cheek, his face suddenly worried:

“Gah...?”

Once again surprised, the one with the black bones quickly regained his tender smile, coming to rub the baby's back:

“Ahah, don't worry Insomnia, I'm fine. I just need to stretch my legs.”

He got up slowly and put the child back on the couch. Dust and the child looked at him confusedly but did not try to hold him back, watching him leave the room with some eagerness.

Insomnia turned to his babysitter:

“Gaaha?

- Mm... I don't know what's wrong with him either.”

*** ***

Cross made a wide arm movement, destroying the mannequins in front of him without the slightest problem. He teleported himself, appeared in the air above another target and threw his sword in his direction, smashing it violently, before teleporting again behind the last -largest - dummy, which he reduced to dust with a blast.

He teleported one last time to retrieve his sword, then took a breath by running his sleeve over his face, wiping away the beading sweat.

He wasn't exactly proud of his training. He was bored, these dummies didn't retaliate, didn't dodge, just stood there being disintegrated without moving. It was nothing like his battles with Epic, which he was starting to miss terribly.

He sighed.

His estrangement from Epic was entirely his fault. He had first started to avoid his friend, before he stopped seeing him completely and giving him more news. But even if it was his fault, he felt offended that Epic didn't try to stop him...

Unless he simply saw through him? At the thought, Cross froze. Was it possible... That his friend knew he had feelings for him?

He shook his head sharply in anguish. No, he must not have been thinking about that. But ... otherwise, why wouldn't Epic try to find out about him? Didn't he care that they stopped seeing each other?

“Damn it!” Cross exclaimed as he kicked a rock.

Another sigh, before he decided to return to the castle .... So that his gaze suddenly fell on Nyx, he sat a little further down against a tree, scribbling. How long had he been there?

“Hello, Cross beamed up beside him.

- Hello Sir ! Nyx replied, looking up to give him a smile.

- What are you doing here?

- I wanted to get some fresh air. And then you were very inspiring.”

Cross raised an astonished eyebrow before looking at the notebook. He saw many sketches of him during his training and was astonished:

“Wow, you drew all this in such a short time? It's crazy!

- It's not much, you could do the same if you started drawing!

- I'm not so sure about that...”

Cross dropped himself next to his comrade, watching him continue his sketches with a skilful and professional gesture. No, really, even with practice he would not be able to reach such a level! Nyx had this quick but delicate pencil stroke, and managed to reproduce the monochrome skeleton with disturbing realism, almost as if he had already tried it several times. But it was impossible: it was the first time Cross had seen him draw it.

Nyx resumed the conversation:

“How's everything going with Epic?”

Cross almost choked:

“W-w-w-what! What do you mean, "W-what? Yes, very good! W-Well... Why do you ask first?!”

Nyx laughed frankly, as if he expected such a reaction. As he continued his drawing, he quietly replied:

“I'm curious. And then you seemed sad, I assumed it had something to do with your friend.”

Cross grunted as he looked away:

“Nightmare was right, you really do have a knack for sticking your nose in people's problems.

- I'm a skeleton, I don't have a nose.

- Oh, you know what I mean!”

Nyx laughed again and Cross glanced at him disillusioned. It was the first time he had seen the other skeleton so smiling and relaxed. Since his arrival at the castle, Nyx was rather the reserved and not very smiling type, despite his kindness and jokes. It seemed as if he was quite comfortable in his presence...?

Cross looked down, embarrassed:

“Mm... Say, if you could help Nightmare and Killer... you think ... well ...

- I could help you with Epic?”

The swordsman got mad and grumbled:

“Mm... yeah...? Damn, this is so embarrassing. Forget it and don't tell anyone!”

Nyx finally took his drawing out of his eyes and turned towards him, giving him a gentle look and a friendly smile:

“There's nothing embarrassing about being in love. I would be happy to help you, Sir.

- .... Are you sure?

- Of course I'm sure. On one condition.”

Cross gritted his teeth. Shit, yeah, he should have known it wouldn't be for free...!

“I need you to help me with Horror and Dust.”

The monochrome opened its eyes:

“Whaaaat ? Those two? Are you serious?

- Ah, unless I get the wrong idea, I have the distinct impression that they're all around each other a lot.

- ... So you're the kind of guy who actually likes to matchmaking.

- I do like playing matchmaker. I do!”

Cross laughed:

“Damn, you're a freak! No wonder Ink and Nightmare like you.”

Nyx froze sharply, his face suddenly impregnated:

“Do they like me?

- Uh... yeah? It shows, doesn't it?”

Cross was once again surprised to see a new facet of his comrade. He hastened back to his drawing to hide his embarrassment.

“You are probably right... Well, I'll get back to you when I have a plan for Epic.

- ...cool.”

Cross got up, ready to return to the castle. However, something else held him back:

“In fact, Nyx...

- Mm...?

- Why do you call me ‘Sir’ ? You don't do this with Dust, Horror or Killer.

- Oh, just out of habit.”

The swordsman frowned:

“Out of habit?”

Nyx stopped drawing, his gaze in the wave, as if he was thinking about something. Then he smiled slightly, with a certain melancholy:

“I had a teacher who looked like you, and I used to call him sir. So, I did it again with you as a reflex. Do you mind?

- ... A little, I'm not used to it. On a first-name basis, we're equal here!”

Nyx seemed to hesitate but finally nodded his head. Cross turned away from him and teleported to the castle, thinking the skeleton was strange.

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[uas-fics]

Title: Bangs and Hair Ties

Summary: If Tweek doesn’t get his bangs out from his face, Craig will have to do something about it!

Rating: G

Ships: Creek

Other: For @tweekweek hair

Read on Ao3

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Craig was half tempted to get up, take the safety scissors from his sister's art set, and cut Tweek's bangs himself.

Tweek kept reaching up and brushing them out of his eyes the whole time they played board games. He tried tucking them behind his ears at first, but the bangs in the middle couldn't quite reach so they fell down the bridge of his nose.

Tweek rolled the dice. He squinted before moving his piece three spaces.

"Draw a card, Craig." He nodded to the space his piece landed.

'Opponent draw 1 card,' it said.

As Craig reached for the deck in the middle of the board, Tweek once again tried to move his bangs out from his face. Craig wrinkled his nose. He didn't know why he found the action so annoying, but he couldn't help it! Something about Tweek constantly pausing to mess with his hair bugged him.

"What's it say?" Tweek asked. A lock of blond escaped from behind his ear and brushed down his cheek.

"It says..." Craig glanced at the card. The card ordered him to lose three spaces, putting him a space behind Tweek. He peeked up over the card at Tweek. All of the hair from his left ear was out now.

"It says," He repeated. "It says let me fix your hair."

"What?" Tweek jumped, hands bolting up to tangle in his mane. "Fix how?"

Craig pushed himself away from the table without a word. He walked around to pull Tweek from his seat before taking him up the stairs to the bathroom.

Slapping closed the toilet lid, he ordered Tweek to sit.

"Craig, what are you doing?" Tweek fidgeted but took the seat despite his nerves.

Craig dug through the drawer under the sink as he spoke. "I'm fixing your hair. It's too long." Finding what he needed, he smiled. He spun around, hair ties and a brush in his hands. "I'm going to fix it by tying it back."

Tweek flinched back. "What do you know about hair?"

Craig rolled his eyes as he snapped the hair ties around his wrist. He started tugging the brush through Tweek's hair. It was much thicker and messy than he'd thought. It would take a while to brush out.

"Duh, I have a little sister. I know how to do hair. It's big brother class one-o-one, right after giving noogies and flicking boogers at your little pestering sister." Craig switched the brush to his other hand. Messy or not, Tweek's hair was soft, in contrast to its sharp appearance, so he kept absentmindedly petting it with his free hand.

"Oh." Tweek fiddled with his buttons.

"Hold still," Craig ordered. "I can't pull your bangs back until I have all the tangles out. Dang, don't you brush your hair at home?"

"Of course, I do!" Tweek countered. "I've just been busy this last week. Mom and Dad are expanding the shop menu and we have new people coming in and--"

"Excuses, excuses," Craig chided while pulling the brush through a particularly nasty knot. Tweek yelped and tried to push Craig away, but he held firm and crawled onto the toilet with his knees on either side of Tweek. The two of them barely fit, but at least Tweek couldn't escape now.

"Craig, this is embarrassing! Stop!" Tweek batted at Craig's arm. "I'll have my mom get me a haircut when I get home tonight. I promise. Errr--! Cross my heart and hope to die!"

"No, honey." Craig shook his head as he carefully took the hair tie from his wrist. Tweek's hair wasn't perfectly brushed but it would work well enough.

Craig smoothed Tweek's bangs back away from his forehead with one hand. Holding the hair ties in between his teeth, he twisted Tweek's bangs back into a small ponytail at the crown of his head then tied them back. Still not quite satisfied, he fished out some bobby pins from the drawer and pinned down the loose hairs.

Climbing off the toilet, he proudly gestured for Tweek to stand and look in the mirror. Tweek reached up to touch his hair, but Craig grabbed his wrist with a shake of the head.

"Stop touching your hair," he commanded. "Just look at it."

"Alright, alright, fine..." Tweek stepped in front of the mirror. He blinked and pressed his stomach against the counter to get a better look. "Woooow, Craig, you did great! I look amazing."

Craig nodded simply, his hands on his hips. "Big brother powers, Tweek. I help Trisha with her hair all the time, so Mom doesn't have to."

Tweek hummed to himself in thought. "Craig?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I do your hair? Please?" He twisted around with a smile. "I want to learn. I'm an only child, so I don't have big brother powers."

Craig blushed, touching his hat. For all he chided Tweek, he hadn't washed his hair in two days. After being stuck under his chullo all the time, it was sweaty and gross.

He couldn't let Tweek have a win over him like that. Craig was supposed to be the cool, neat boyfriend in contrast to Tweek's all over, messy nature.

He dropped his hand, lips pursed.

"I don't think so. It's not long enough." Craig snapped his fingers. "Oh well."

Tweek flicked up the bangs that stuck out from under his hat. "I think I could do a little bit with. At least let me try. I really want to learn."

Craig groaned. "Alright, but, but, uh, I need to use the bathroom first." He held up his finger.

Pulling the drawer out, Craig piled hair ties, bobby pins, and the brush into Tweek's arms before spinning him around and sending him back downstairs.

The moment the door shut, he threw his hat off and turn the sink on full both hot and cold water. Steeling himself, Craig shoved his head under and vigorous scrubbed at his scalp with his fingers.

For a moment, he considered lathering his hands with the soap bar and using it to wash his hair but thought better of it. It would take too much time to wash it all out. This would have to do.

Craig took the hand towel down and rubbed his head, squeezing the locks until the water drenched the towel. He rung it out over the sink before unceremoniously dropping it in the hamper.

One last check in the mirror to make sure he was dry and Craig headed out the door and downstairs.

He found Tweek already taking out one of the bobby pins he'd put in his hair. Craig slapped his hand, took the pin, and returned it to its proper place.

Tweek rolled his eyes. "Sit down." He ordered with a nod to the seat in front of him. While Craig was in the bathroom, Tweek spun one of the chairs so the back faced his front.

Craig flopped down and crossed his arms.

"Ok, get on with it."

"You're supposed to be teaching me! I don’t know what to do." Tweek got onto his knees in his own chair.

"Well, you brush out the hair first." Craig straightened up so he could reach easier. "Next, you use the brush to pull back my bangs, then you pull it into a ponytail. The bobby pins hold down the runaway hairs. Mine aren’t long enough to pull back as far as yours, though."

Tweek swallowed. "Right. Urrrrk..."

"You can do it, honey. I believe in you."

His hands shook as he gently began to brush out Craig's hair.

Craig couldn't remember the last time he had someone else brush his hair this softly, not since he was little and couldn't do it on his own. Trisha didn't care if she hurt him or ripped out his hair when she played dress-up with him.

It was nice, comforting even. Craig let his eyes droop shut. It wouldn't take much to just fall asleep and nap the day away. This must be why Stripe liked being petted so much.

"Your hair is really silky, Craig. Silky and thick." Tweek ran his hands through the hair at the back of his head.

"Yours is nice, too" Craig mumbled, barely suppressing a yawn. "Soft and a good color."

Tweek chuckled. The brush handle clacked as it was set on the table. The floorboards creaked as Tweek stood from his chair and padded around to Craig's front.

"Ok, um, you said to push it back, um, like this?"

Tweek's warm hands brushed his forehead as he gathered up Craig's bangs. With a gentle, but firm tug, he gathered the locks together. A hair tie snapped and Tweek swore.

"Are you ok?" Craig peeked his eyes open.

Tweek shook out his hand. He reached onto the table for a tie. On the floor behind Tweek, Craig caught sight of a green tie on the floor. He smiled, knowing what must have happened.

With his tongue stuck out like a professional painter, Tweek gingerly tied back Craig's bangs into an uneven tuff. He then placed bobby pin after bobby pin to hold it in place a few inches back from  Craig's hairline. He probably overdid it with the pins, but Craig didn’t correct him.

As Tweek placed the last bobby pin, Craig realized just why Tweek's bangs bothered him so much.

"I couldn't see your face," he said without thinking.

Tweek blinked. "What?"

"Your bangs. They got in your face. I couldn't see it earlier," Craig explained. "It bugged me, 'cause I like your face. It's nice."

The face that Craig liked so much blushed red as a ripe tomato.

"Craig, that, uh," he laughed, "that's pretty gay, you know."

Craig grinned manically. "Not as gay as you. You fart rainbows."

Tweek pushed his shoulder. "Well you’re so gay, you let another man touch your hair!"

Throwing his hand over his chest with mock offense, Craig accused, "You're so gay you let another man kiss you!"

Tweek furrowed his brow. "Wait, when did I--"

Craig pushed himself forward and planted a quick kiss to Tweek's cheek.

"Right now."  

Tweek slapped his hand to his cheek and took a stumbling step back. He tumbled. Craig's heart skipped a beat. Did he mess up? Wait, what did PC Principal say about consent? Shoot! He was supposed to ask first right?

"Tweek, I'm sorry I didn't mean it." Craig raised a hand.

"Cr-Craig, that..." Tweek swallowed hard. "That was so super gay of you, but I won't mind if you wanted to do it again sometime. Just warn me next time." A shaky smile spread across his lips.

This time it was Craig's face that turned into a tomato. Out of reflex, he reached up to pull his hat over his burning ears, only to realize he'd left it upstairs in the bathroom.

"Deal, but only if you get a haircut," Craig held out his pinkie, "so I can kiss your face without getting hair in my mouth."

Tweek laughed, loud and clear, then wrapped his pinkie around Craig's.

"Deal."

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AN: This is the last Tweek Week Fic I have. You can check out the other two at AO3

Now I have to start work on Creek Week =D

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching Good Omens (ALL OF IT)

my favourite novel is now my favourite mini-series and IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL

under the cut: a very long, spoilery six-episode reaction to MY NEW FAVOURITE THING EVER

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may 31st 07:36pm nz

i posted my episode 1 reaction a couple hours ago but that got ZERO NOTES so i assume people are either avoiding spoilers or aren’t interested, which is fine, but i’m just gonna put all my reactions in one big post so anyone who IS interested doesn’t have to read 6 separate posts c:

edit june 1st 04:08am: btw i watched using a free trial on amazon prime, which i’m pretty sure is worldwide. soooo if yOU WANT TO WATCH THIS, YOU CAN, FOR FREE

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EPISODE 1: In the Beginning

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04:03pm

idk how much i’m gonna type, whether i’ll post a reaction to the entire thing in one post....... or how much i’ll end up watching right now

kinda want to spread it out and save it as a treat for after i’ve done some writing

but right now i wanna watch before writing

so maybe i’ll do one ep, write something, then return to this?

edit: aahhaha that didn’t happen

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04:04pm

I’M SO EXCITED

I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG

well... since 2011 when i first read the book

but regardless it’S BEEN 84 YEARS

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04:05

okay first off i did not know amazon prime did adverts at the start of their videos. so i was like SINCE WHEN WAS CHILDISH GAMBINO/DONALD GLOVER IN GOOD OMENS

and then

yeah

no

either way i thought it was a good opening

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W A R

NING

cool cool cool cool cool

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omg i’m used to where the netflix full-screen button is, and on amazon prime that’s the “next episode” button so i gotta be real careful

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dear god my video quality is TERRIBLE

i.......... i might torrent this show and watch it offline

this is horrendous i can’t see a damn thing

i have never seen pixels this big

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04:11

okay the quality calmed down after a minute

i loooove the intro, i love that it’s basically word for word from the book

i feel like i’d find it funnier if i hadn’t read the book 3 months ago

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also? god is a woman? yes

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04:13

is it just me or does the snek have a slightly david tennant-esque quality about it

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i’m so happy adam and eve are black

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04:17

omfg. aziraphale said “ineffable” and now CRAWLEY’S CHECKING HIM OUT TRYING TO SEE IF HE HAS ANY JUNK

WOW

...or y’know, looking for a flaming sword. SAME FUCKING THING.

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also i looove how FLUFFY azi is

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azi: “do hope i didn’t do the wrong thing”

i fucking love them both uhrgughhhuhuhughuhhh

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04:21

small sob for cuteness

umbella wings

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04:23

in the opening titles, crowley just stopped a spaceship and aziraphale turned it into fish

i feel like that was a douglas adams reference and i’m on board

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04:25

the entire time i read the book, up until i saw video promos of this show, i thought “crowley” was said the same way as spn’s “crowley”, as in “crahwlee”

not “crOhwlee”

i definitely like that they’re different though

both probably named after aleister crowley tbh. all of whom are queer.

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THOSE SWAYING HIPS

i haven’t found david tennant attractive in about 9 years but WHOOOP HELLO AGAIN

somehow attractive for entirely different reasons than before. like. my taste changed but tHEN

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i’m on crowley’s side, taking down a cellphone network is VERY ANNOYING

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04:35

crowley: shitshitshitshithsit

:D

i can’t wait for aziraphale’s big swear

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04:37

i miss eating sushi

sushi was great

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04:43

this baby delivery thing is sTRESSFUL

“aaaaurthurrrrr”

nooo

poor lady

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04:45

“little toesie woesies”

where’s the sister mary loquacious fan club and where do i sign up

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i’m glad they colour-coded the babies and did the playing card explanation because this part of the book always tied my brain in knots

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05:00

this is reminding me how utterly gross england is

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“MY POINT IS............. DOLPHINS”

YES

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05:06

see in the book

i never once realised that the nanny was crowley in disguise

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05:11

digging the snake tattoo sideburns

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05:14

and yeah the short hair looks good

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05:15

fINALLY crowley called azi “angel”

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05:17

crowley: “oh no no don’t do your magic act, pleeease”

the magic act scene is one of my fave parts of the book <3

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05:20

aw man they cut out the best part

i mean i get why

the kids shouted a bunch of gay slurs at aziraphale

and there were no secret service people with guns

but aw mannn

AND THEY CUT OUT THE BIT WITH THE DEAD DOVE AND CROWLEY BRINGS IT BACK TO LIFE FOR AZIRAPHALE

THAT WAS MY SINGLE FAVOURITE BIT OF THE BOOK

AND IT’S GONE

;C

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OH WAIT

THERE’S THE DOVE

OH GOOD

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aw man aziraphhale just brought it back himself

i liked it better in the book

they sat on the steps outside and crowley comforted azi and took the dove and fixed it for him, and then it flew off

idk i just had such a perfect image of that moment in my mind and this was..... good but not the same at all

could be gayer

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05:27

good dog

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05:28

crowley: *snifsnif* something’s changed

aziraphale: “oh it’s a new cologne, my barber suggeste--”

crowley: “no no i know what you smell like”

gayyyyyyyyyy <3

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05:31

okay that’s ep 1 watched!!! i’ll watch more maybe later tonight :D

ENJOYING THIS SO FAR

not as gay as expected ........YET

needs 400% more “angel” and “dear”

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EPISODE 2: The Book

07:42pm

pillar of salt guy: “something smells evil”

the fact crowley smells evil and yet aziraphale likes his company regardless says a lot

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07:49

fully expected crowley to say “i didn’t fall, i sauntered vaguely downwards”

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07:50

iiiii’m finding the narrator a little annoying

maybe it’s because i read the book so i know what’s going on

but saying “he has four items to deliver in his van. he works for this postage company and he’s making his first delivery in a formal warzone”.... idk i feel like all of those things could be shown visually? saying it rather than showing it probably saved seven seconds of airtime, but damn

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07:56

i wonder if the narrator was a later addition to this, for new audience clarity? the script for god just seems a little stilted, idk

edit: i kind of got used to it, but it was still jarring, which i’m sure was the opposite of the intended effect

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08:09

the saddest newt

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08:13

she’s kind of exactly how i imagined her in the book

and definitely my fave next to aziraphale and crowley

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08:17

i feel so bad for crowley’s plants

poor babies

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08:19

for some reason i imagined her as a redhead. kind of more like mrs weasley

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08:33

these wee children......... so soft.......... so smol

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08:25

v happy with the casting for pepper

tiny downside is that we lose another redhead

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08:29

i find the kids’ conversations hilarious because they’re the same age as harry potter when he goes to hogwarts the first time

idk if this is what eleven year olds are like in real life, but when i read the book i did feel distinctly like they spoke like eight year olds

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08:35

crowley: “i like spooky. big spooky fan, me”

he just sounds like the tenth doctor

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08:36

YEEE FINALLY CROWLeY DOING NICE THINGS FOR AZIRAPHALE

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08:48

"you know, crowley, i’ve always said that deep down you really are a--”

“SHUT IT”

DON’T YOU CALL HIM NICE YOU PRETTY BASTARD

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loquacious: “sorry to break up an intimate moment”

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08:45

i imagined anathema’s tripod thing to be about 5 feet tall, not a cute little knee-high thing

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08:48

freddie mercury: BIIIII CYCLE

BIIIIIIII CYCLE

yeah i was waiting for that

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crowley: “get in, angel”

HE MURMURED

DON’T MURMUR YOUR TERMS OF ENDEARMENT noo

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09:00

end of episode 2!!! i freaking loved aziraphale vs the book <3

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the credits for this ep credit konnie huq as someone named pam but idk who that is? i had a crush on konnie huq as a kid when she was a presenter on “blue peter”

OH WAIT RIGHT the lady on the breakfast show on crowley’s tv. aw such a small part. hoping we’ll see her again later

edit: nope. might rewatch that part to pay more attention. obviously i didn’t even recognise her after like.. 15 years

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EPISODE 3: Hard Times

09:05pm

brb gotta get some food

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09:14

and now i wait for food

EPISODE THREE LET’S GO

is this the one that’s just crowley and azi’s backstory?

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09:16

i can’t even put my finger on why but he’s getting more attractive

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09:21

ah yes

aziraphale is eating shellfish and trying to tempt crowley

“oh... that’s your job”

i love this part of their dynamic

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09:29

i adore when crowley makes aziraphale smile <3

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09:43

SAUNTERED VAGUELY DOWNWARDS

YEE

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i like seeing how crowley’s sunglasses differ throughout history

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09:36

“if they knew i’d been... fraternising”

this is such a forbidden romance i love ittttt

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09:49

CROWLEY SAVED THE BOOKS

and SOFT VIOLIN PLAYS

THIS IS A FUCKING LOVE STORY

k this is my favourite part of the show so far <3

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09:50

this angel just fell in love

right in that moment

i see cartoon hearts around him

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09:54

just had to pause for a second bc there was some broccoli in my tea :c

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09:56

awwwwwwwwwwwwww 

he got him holy waterrrrrrr

-

UNIVERSAL ANGLE OF HETEROSEXUAL LONGING

-

definitely feeling a lot of “NOW KISS” right about now

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09:59

LAUGHING BECAUSE THE OPENING CREDITS ARE LITERALLY HALFWAY INTO THE EPISODE

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10:03

throughout the entire book azi just came across as the kind of person who wore glasses even though glasses were never once mentioned

I AM GLAD TO SEE GLASSES

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10:12

i like this colour palette and the gold in their makeup

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10:27

“we can go off together”

omg the world’s ending and crowley’s all RUN AWAY WITH MEEE

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10:31

okay then

good eyelashes

edit: i also like how their relationship was explained with a simple tap on the wrist: hurry up, you’re on the clock, i’m a sex worker, finish your call because i’m leaving

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10:32

episode three DONE

these eps don’t feel long enough

maybe that means the pacing is just right? who knows

i feel like i should be doing something other than watching this but..... why

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EPISODE 4: Saturday Morning Funtime

10:48pm

aziraphale is SOFT and he’s perfect like that <3

fuck u gabriel and your body shaming

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10:53

i want delivery guy to be okay BUT I READ THE BOOK

so............... i know he will be...... eventually

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10:55

how did they get photographs taken in the 1600s

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oh gabriel’s eyes ARE purple, i thought i was seeing them wrong

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11:02

“maud i love you”

noo ho hoooo

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11:09

a little douglas adams, definitely

BUT NO PEPPER POT DALEK

AWW

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11:10

the season is very much jumping between summer and autumn

though i suppose that’s the point, tadfield is just perfect

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11:12

“which the internet has begun to refer to as the kracken”

i wonder if good omens inadvertently inspired me to write The Wireless a couple of years back. wouldn’t be surprising

edit: no, couldn’t have, because the internet wasn’t much of a thing (or a thing at all?) in the book, given its publish date

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11:20

that’s a v nice dress/top combo

gosh she’s so pretty

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11:30

crowley: “we can run away together!!! alpha centauri!!!”

aw baby

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crowley: “i’m going home, angel! i’m getting my stuff, and i am leaving. and when i am up in the stars, i won’t even think about you!!”

THAT WAS A V SAD BREAKUP NOOOOO

why has there not been a single “dear” yet :c

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11:37

oh no, this part

i loved this in the book but i am NOT READY for maggots

damn you gaiman

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11:39

he’s so cute

and so gay

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11:42

uriel: “don’t think your boyfriend in the dark glasses will get you special treatment in hell”

he looks kinda delighted uriel called crowley his boyfriend

i would say he looks worried but this shot was used without context in the trailer and it came across as genuine joy, i actually thought he was looking at crowley

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11:46

i thought it was a strange throne before

a spider at the centre of a web

dark halo

yeah

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11:51

oh now she’s a redhead???

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also i’m glad they implied newt and anathema just kissed because the sex thing was weird in the book

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okay never mind

hmm

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12:05

aziraphale: “oh.................ffffUCK.”

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH

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12:07

oh no

it’s happening

oh no

i hate this part but i love what happens because of it

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12:29am

i have eaten and now i have tea and i am back from MORE BOOKSHOP FIRE

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EPISODE 5: The Doomsday Option

12:31

nuuuuuuuuuu

and “you’re my best friend” playing while crowley’s tryna call azi

nuuuuuu

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“somebody killed my best friend”

jfhsdfjsdj

/sobs

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12:36

freddie mercury: “somebody find me somebody tooo ooo looove”

edit: the narration WRECKED this. it was so dramatic and visually emotional but the voiceover completely screwed with it and it was SO UNNECESSARY.

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12:46

crowley: “i lost my best friend”

he says, while crying, while talking to that friend

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THE ONE BOOK HE WANTS IS THE ONE CROWLEY SAVED

THEY’RE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER

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azi wanted to share crowley’s body

and then said they had to get a wiggle on

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12:52

they cut out the hell’s angels / lesser horsemen

i figured they would, but still a shame

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1:54

in the book tracy’s “spirit guide” was native american but daaaaaamn that part really needed to go

now she’s irish which is... better, probably

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01:01

ron: “SHUT. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP”

this guy’s having the time of his life

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01:03

he wave

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01:05

1926 bentley; sexiest car right next to the ‘67 chevy impala

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01:08

omg gotta translate and explain the road

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01:13

OH NO the maggots are about to happen

they changed the placement of this but it worked for the pacing

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OH NO

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k well the maggots were gross but not as bad as i imagined

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01:31

omg the dog turned upside down rather than be picked up

i wonder if that was intentional

dog: I DO NOT WANT UP

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01:34

pfff he’s reading “american gods” by neil gaiman

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01:44am

10/10 flaming car

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EPISODE 6: The Very Last Day of the Rest of Their Lives

01:51am

here we go...

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01:55

azi so happy that crowley said the dress suits him <3

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01:57

rip bentley

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01:59

aziraphale: “we are here to lick some serious butt!!”

crowley: “kick!! kick, aziraphale, for heaven’s sake”

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02:06

i freaking love the parallel between the Them and the horsemen in the book

and i love that they did face shots to show the parallel

pepper = war

wensleydale = famine

brian = pollution

adam = death

the parallel is less clear for brian and wensleydale, at least in the show. was more obvious in the book. but at the same time i kind of got confused between them a lot, brian was always eating, but wensleydale was named after cheese

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02:14

pepper: “i do not endorse everyday sexism”

/STOMPS ON WAR’S FOOT

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

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02:25

shadwell: “anyone who wants ta get ta the hoore of babylon will have to get past me”

earlier anathema said “boyfriend”

may i point out that all the adults are paired up

shadwell & madame tracy

newt & anathema

......and....

aziraphale and crowley

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0:28

crowley: “we are FUCKED”

these two need a holiday

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azi: “come up with something... or.... or i’ll never talk to you again”

he knows crowley loves him aww

perfect blackmail material

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02:32

they went from trying to kill him to being his gay angel parents real quick

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02:35

thought they were holding hands for a second there

edit: regardless, a whole damn airfield and they’re 2cm apart

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02:39

happy ending for the postman, hooray~

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crowley about the bookshop, softly: “it burned down. remember? you can stay at my place”

awwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

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02:42

CROWLEY GOT HIS CAR BACK AND YET HE TOOK A TAXI

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02:45

anathema: “why is your car called dick turpin?”

newt: “dick turpin is a famous highwayman. it’s called dick turpin because everywhere it goes, it holds up traffic”

i laughed

this wasn’t in the book and i always wondered

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02:51

i wonder if holy water wouldn’t burn him because he’s too good

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03:00

gabriel: “don’t talk to me about the greater good, sunshine, i’m the angel fucking gabriel”

really enjoying these swears

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03:03

i thought so

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03:30am

paused for a bit to get ready for bed

i thought it was after 4am but nope

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“there would be other summers, but not one like this. not ever again”

that genuinely makes me emotional

i think that’s why it’s my favourite book, i can relive that summer with them

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03:35

omg

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OH MY GOD

WAIT

THEY

OH MY GOD

THEY WEREN’T IMMUNE, THEY JUST SWAPPED PLACES

HOLY SHIT

edit: THIS WAS NOT IN THE BOOK AND IT’S BRILLIANT AND I’M GLAD IT’S HERE

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crowley: “let me tempt you to a spot of lunch?

azi: “~temptation accomplished~!”

THEY’RE SO STINKING CUTE

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“just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing”

perfect

STILL NO USE OF “DEAR” THOUGH AND IT’S KILLING ME

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that ending with the bird made me teary-eyed

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credits: BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH AS SATAN

WOW

OKAY

AKSFJDSF /snorts

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the end credits and the song i just wanna bawl my eyes out

i loved this so much and i’m so glad it was GOOD

i loved that they added so many people of colour. in the book i imagined crowley played by alexander siddig (star trek: deep space 9 era) but i guess david tennant makes a pretty good crowley too

i’m trying not to be upset that my favourite scene with the dove and aziraphale’s affectionate use of “dear” was taken out

but 

this was damn good regardless. even gayer in places than in the book

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this nightingale song is my new favourite song

i never got the reference before

“and as we kissed and said goodnight, an nightingale sang in berkeley square:

GAY

SO GAY

i love

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the end of the credits “For Terry”

ACTUAL OUT LOUD SOBBING

TERRY YOU WOULD’VE LOVED THIS

NEIL DID YOU PROUD

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oh this was so beautiful

i’m gonna watch it again with my family probably within the week. i’m so emotionally tender now

azIRAPHALE WAS SO FLUFFY AND CROWLEY WAS SO NICE ABOUT THE BOOKS

ugh i love them more than ever

anathema...... i don’t know if i relate to her, want to be her, look up to her, want her to mentor me, live with her, or find her attractive. maybe all of the above. but she was freaking PERFECT. PE R F E CT 

the casting was so... just right. thank you casting people for anathema.

like... i also didn’t mind the newt/anathema thing so much now. it was hard to tell in the book how much of a relationship they had after, but that smile she gave while lying in bed the morning after, that worked, it said a lot. and i like that it was her choice to burn the prophecy sequel rather than newt’s suggestion

gabriel was amusing. like.. i’m glad he wasn’t in the book. but he was great here. also really like michael and uriel. uriel was so damn beautiful.

i also would really have liked to see a mention of the fact crowley and aziraphale are both agender and potentially asexual. not even a hint of it here. buuuuuut it guess i know from the book. so.

my favourite episode was of course episode 3 with crowley and aziraphale’s 6000 year backstory. especially the 1940s bit where crowley saved the books <3

this show was was less confusing than the book too. ugh it was done so well

OH

we didn’t see where the soldier guy went when aziraphale zapped him away!!! in the book he reappeared safely back home and went out to see his family. to be fair i don’t know whether he died and went to heaven, but it was a nice thing to happen

and they took out the Them’s bully/rival gang, who was led by the third baby from the baby swap, and who won awards for his tropical fish. at least that’s what i remember. which meant the parallel about heaven/hell being rival gangs was lost here. but the parallel between the horsemen and the them was stronger than ever and i loved that.

look, i mean, 10 out of 10, EASY.

favourite thing? yes. yes, absolutely.

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shoutout to the one time i wrote a Good Omens/Destiel crossover fic The Angel Cake Challenge

IT’S 04:02am THIS TOOK ME 12 HOURS

04:40am AND FORTY MINUTES TO EDIT

congrats if you made it to the end of this!!! thank you for reading <3 AND GO WATCH THE SHOW IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY

[jizemderler]

It’s my birthday (yayy) and I‘ve decided to post the first chapter to a story I‘ve been writing. If you like it, I‘ll post more. If you don‘t, I‘ll keep writing for myself.

Enjoy!

One Flower: Camila Monroe is a teen. With her own ups and downs. Her loves and heartbreaks. Her lies and truths. Just one...out of a million flowers. But one flower is always someones favourite flower.

{Part One}

You know those movies or stories where the nerdy but hot girl hates that one super hot guy at school who is a football player, because they always are, but suddenly something happens - let’s say a chemistry project has to be done - and they get paired. Bada bing bada bum a bit of flirtation, drama, one problems or two, making up and a happy ever after.

Yeah that’s not my story though. I am the literal incarnation of the side dish. Don’t get me wrong I’m not the main course but people still like me. But on the side. Like the baby sister of that football player. I’m not hot, not in anyway. Not nerdy hot or innocent hot or any-hot. I’m not ugly either…I’m just me. Regular and invisible. And that’s not going to change throughout the story. No big make over where every guy at school falls in love with me. I’m also not really good at anything in particular. Like I don’t have a secret talent or like a sex dungeon and weird fetishes. I’m average, whatever that means, and I’m cool with it. Always was.

And for the record I said I was the baby sister but the omg-he’s-so-cute brother of mine isn’t that much older. He is a senior and I’m a junior. Not that he would have that overprotective brother thing. He doesn’t. Which I’m glad for. Most people don’t even know that we are siblings - or they choose to ignore it-  because we don’t look alike (duh) and because we don’t talk to each other at school. He lives in his world and I live in mine. Which is also cool with me. We also have a baby brother who is only 9. My mom and pap always wanted two kids but you know…things happen and so you get a kid 7 years apart from your second one. No biggie.

“Camila!”

And that’s the name of the side dish. Nice to meet you.

“Camila Monroe if you don’t come down right away your brother will leave without you!”

And that…that is the voice of my angry mom and my cue to stop daydreaming. I take my backpack and throw it over my shoulder and push my glasses back before going downstairs.

„Why didn’t you guys give me a second name? Like it doesn’t have the same affect when you call me by my full name. Not as dictator-y as it could be.“ I mock her playfully and she rolls her eyes.

„It’s too early for you to be witty with me. And now go. Oh and he is annoyed already. Be nice to him.” my Mom tells me and I roll my eyes. „I’m always nice. Bye mom.“ I answer and give her a kiss before stepping into my boots and walking outside. „You’re late.” he says as soon as I sit shotgun and I groan. “And you’re an ass.” He frowns and I roll my eyes at his mood. Mom was right. „What? I thought we were pointing out the obvious. Can we go?“ He looks at me, his mouth slightly open -ready to shoot back but then his gaze travels over my shoulder which makes me look too. Oh and then there is Noah. His brown hair is a bunch of curls falling into his face, covering some of his forehead, as if he just came out of the ocean. His eyebrows are currently formed into a frown which I know would go away if I would go over them with my thumb, stroking them slightly. As soon as his melty chocolate brown eyes catch mine I shake my head and look back at Jace. Noah is our neighbors kid. Who also happens to be my ex. Noah and I have been close since kindergarden. We developed feelings over the time and fell for each other. We were great together. He was like me in a sence. He was normal.

But then puberty hit him. Like a truck. And things changed. He changed. And I didn’t. Right next to me is Jock number one and over there staring into the car is Jock number 2. He just grew more popular day by day and I was overwhelmed. And that he was a senior didn’t help my self-confidence either. It’s been almost a year since we broke up. You know how you talk to someone until 4 a.m every single day and suddenly you don’t talkt to them at all anymore? That’s us. "Jace.” I say, no more playfullness in my voice and he understands and starts the engine immediatly. We drive in silence and I jump out of the car as soon as he shuts the engine off. “Wait! Take the keys. I’ll be late today.” he says and throws me the keys over the car and I pick them off the ground.

“Nice.”

“Shut up.”

I turn around at the gate and see him meet up with Noah and I cringe and turn around. They’re friends, share classes and they are in the same team of course they’ll meet up. At least Jace is sensitive enough not to do it in my face. As I walk into class I see the one person I’m comfortable around. “Thank god you’re here. I thought you were skipping and I already was planing on a way out. Probably the window. Two floors shouldn’t be that bad.” she jokes and I roll my eyes “Don’t say that.”

“Sure thing. Oh, look who’s coming.”

I put my stuff down and look up while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and stop mid movement.

I introduced to you all of the people that matter in my life…everyone besides Ethan. He smiles one of his beautiful smiles towards me and winkes before sitting down infront of me.

“I think he has a cr…” Daya starts but I shush her immediatly. Ethan is the kind of guy who could have anyone but doesn’t notice it. He has those kind hazel eyes and wavy blond-ish hair, always a little messy. He himself is really put together though, in a hot way. His muscels help too of course. Definetly not a Jock but he seems to do some kind of sport.

“Don’t even start with that. We’re good friends.” I whisper over to her and she raises her hands above her head and leans back in her chair. “Hey Daya! Why are your arms up? Want to give me a hug?” some dumbass yells and I roll my eyes again. Here we go.

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself Peter? Since that is the only time you will ever get fu…”

“Good morning people! Alissa put that mirror down you don’t look any different than two minutes ago, Peter wipe that overwhelmed expression off your face we didn’t even start the lesson yet…and Daya! I heared.” Professor Khan said and put his bag down onto his desk. He was this old, slim and tall, indian man with grey hair and a grey beard. You could practically see that he was a heartbreaker in his young days. Maybe even now. I kinda liked him as a teacher because he was always chill.

„Alright class, who’s done their assignment?“

A roar goes through class and everybody starts looking around for someone to know what the assignment was but our confusion is ended with Mr Khans gentle laugh.

„Just kidding. I didn’t give you homework over the weekend because I’m that dope.” he says and adds a handsign in there which makes us all groan and roll our eyes.

„Isn’t that the term? Dope? Or was it Lit? In our time we called us fresh but that’s another story.“ he says and laughs to himself while unpacking his stuff.

„Alright. We will start a discussion.” he says and claps his hands while coming to the front and leaning against his desk. „What does success mean to you?“

I could see people frowning or rolling their eyes and I start scribbling something on the paper in front of me. „Camila?”. Of course. Of course Camila.

„Uh, I mean…everything is based on success these days. You want to be respected and looked up on in school? You got to be successfull. But not too successfull because then you’re a nerd. You want to have it easy with the teacher? Just be great at their subject and everything will be fine. You want to go to a specific college? You got to be successfull in highschool. You want to actually work after college? You got to be one of the best in your classes. You want to keep your job? You better be the best….I guess.“ I finish my ranting and he nods to my answer.

„Yes. Aiden.” Mr. Khan says and dismisses me and I take a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

„You want to talk about something?“ Daya whispers over to me and I raise my eyebrows. „What? Me? No. Why?” I whisper back immediatly and she leans back again. „I don’t know. You seemed…troubled.“

„Nah. I’m fine. Really. Just wanted him to let me off the hook.” I answer and she shruggs her shoulders.

„Okay.“

The discussion continues and I don’t take part in it anymore. Success is overrated anyway. What about hapiness? What if I’m successfull but unhappy? Is success still more important then?

I pack my belongings after the bell rings while everybody starts to storm out. After I’m finished I throw my bag over my shoulder and start walking out too when Mr. Khan holds me up.

„Hey, Camila?”

„Yes, sir?“

„Success isn’t all that bad you know. You just have to get to it in your own way and not how other people want you to.” he says and smiles a little smile and I shrug apologetically.

„Whatever you say Mr.Khan.“ I say before backing away towards the door and saluting playfully as a goodbye which makes him chuckle and shake his head.

I walk out with a grin and forget to look straight ahead and collide with a chest. I grip onto my stuff so nothing slides to the ground and so does the person I collided with, by holding me by my arms. „Sorry.” I say before I look up and meet those brown eyes again. Shit. He let’s go of me like a hot potato and takes a step back.

„Suits you.“ he blurts out and I frown.

„What?”

„The smile. You don’t do it very often anymore.“ he says like in trance and I shift uncomfortably under his gaze. I shake my head and sigh to myself before stepping aside to leave without another word. I’m a lot of things but one thing I’m not is beeing friends with my ex. That doesn’t work. Not even in movies. I walk through the halls towards my next classes trying not to think about his face.

***

After my last class I said my goodbye to Daya and made my way to the parking lot. While pulling out the key I stuffed into the side pocket of my bag I noticed someone in the corner of my eye. „Hey! You need a ride?” I asked before my brain could catch up and Ethan looked up towards me with raised eyebrows.

„Hey! Uh…my mom was going to be here but she got caught up. So actually, yeah. If it’s okay.“ he stumbled over his words and made me laugh.

„Sure thing. Just to warn you though: I may not be the best driver.” I joked while waving him over and we started to walk to my car. „You live near the city park right?“ I ask while getting into the drivers seat and he sits shutgun. „Yeah. But you can drop me of on your way to yours. I‘ll just have to take a right and walk two minutes from there.“ he offers and I shrug my shoulders while starting the engine. I ignore the brown curls while I drive out of the parking lot and concentrate on the road.

„So who else do you have in your classes?“ I ask into the silence and he looks over. „Well we‘ve got English together with Mr.Khan. I love that guy.“ he chuckles and and I smile and nodd so he can continue, „I got Miss Hallow in math and I could die right here right now thinking of that. I feel like she is the evil witch of our school.“

„Yeah I‘m so happy that I don‘t have her this year. She made my life hell last year.“ I say before I recognize what I just said and facepalm myself in my head. He looks at me with a grin and I squint my eyes for a split second before I remember that I‘m the one driving.

„Sorry.“

„It‘s okay. I love hearing you rambling. Sometimes people habe to many filters.“ He says looking out the front window and try not to frown and decipher what he means by that.

„Anyway. I got Mr. Masselin in Biology.“

„Who‘s that? I don‘t recall that name?“ I ask inbetween.

„You know the hot one? Every girl and I think some guys too, is drooling after him.“ he says rolling his eyes and makes me chuckle. „Doesn‘t ring a bell.“ I say and he smiles. „Thank god.“ As soon as he says that his eyes go wide and he looks at me, his cheeks slightly flushed. „I mean, you know. Thank god your not one of the basic ones.“ he drives himself deeper into the mud and makes me laugh.

„Yeah. Never have been.“ I say trying to lift some of the emberrasment off of his shoulders. „Moving on. I have Mrs Khan in chemistry. And let me tell you she is nothing like her husband. That woman is feisty. Not kidding.“ he changes the topic.

„Yeah, I know! Noah used to love messing around with her, just to get on her nerves.“ I say again, my mouth faster than my brain. I start to think if I do have any filter. An awkward silence spreads between us and I repeatedly facepalm myself in my head. I‘m so stupid for bringing him up.

„That‘s the senior right? The Jock? I‘ve seen him woth your brother. They seem to be good friends.“ he says as if we aren‘t talking about my ex and I‘m so gratefull that he is taking it so light heartedly.

„Yeah that one.“ I asnwer and he nods letting go of the subject.

„You see that spot. You can stop right there.“ he says after two minutes more of driving in silence and I pull over. „Thank you for letting me ride along.“ he says with a 1000 watt smile and my heart skipps a beat. „Sure thing.“ I say and return his smile. He takes his bag and gets out of the car. I‘m about to say bye when he turns around. He has this nervous expression on his face and keeps shifting from one leg to the other.

„Uh, I wanted to ask you something? Dou you want to, you know, go out sometime? Maybe for the movies or just dinner. I don‘t know.“ he says nervously and avoids my eyes and I put him out of his misery. „I‘d love to.“

„Really?“ he says surprised and I chuckle.

„Why is that such a shocker to you?“ I tease and his cheeks flush again.

„Uh, no! It‘s not. It‘s great actually. Thank you. I - I‘ll text you when?“ he offers and I nodd with a smile and his heartwarming smile returns to his lips.

„See you.“

„Bye.“ he says and shuts the door and waves while I pull out of my spot and drive away. That was fun.

***

I‘m doing my homework after dinner and jump when I hear a loud thud from the other room where Jace is. I put my pen onto my desk and listen carefully what‘s going on.

„Shit.“

„Fuck.“ I hear him curse and I get up to walk out of my room. I remember my mom saying that he wasn‘t in a good mood and appearently that hadn‘t changed throughout the day. I knock lightly at his door and wait for an answer.

„I‘m fine.“ he says and I roll my eyes.

„I‘m coming in.“ I warn him and open the door. I stay in the door and lean against the doorframe. „Hey.“

„Hey.“ he murmurs and I roll my eyes again. I walk into the room and throw myself beside him onto the bed.

„You good?“

„Yeah.“

„You don’t sound like it.“ I press and he sighs.

„Just let it go?“ he asks and I shrugg my shoulders turning onto my back lying next to him.

„Whenever you‘re ready big bro.“ I say to lighten the mood but I make sure that he doesn‘t miss the sincere undertone.

[otdderamin]

Analysis Critical Role C2 Ep014 Molly's Backstory Part 1: Separating Molly and Lucian

This post is part 1 in a 7-part series examining everything we learned about Molly's backstory in Critical Role Campaign 2 Episode 014. They are meant to be read together in sequence, but 9 pages seemed a little long for Tumblr, so I've broken them up into separate posts. You can also find links to this series, as well as further reading, on my Molly Index.

Separating Molly and Lucian

While working on my analysis of Critical Role C2 Ep014, it became clear that I would have to make a choice about how to refer to the Molly we know vs. the former owner of his body. My instinct was to call our Molly "Molly" and the former owner "Lucian." But I was worried that was perilously close to dead-naming. So, I started talking to trans friends about it that could act as sensitivity readers. The general consensus was that separating them was appropriate, but it was my NB friend who works closely with mental health who hit on exactly why: We're not talking about a trans or NB character, we're talking about a character with generalized dissociative amnesia, and that is an entirely different set of needs.

For trans and non-binary people, changing their name is part of reclaiming their identity, and building who they are vs. who other people told them they were. The identity others constructed for them was often harmful to them. This is why dead-naming is a problem: it prioritizes an identity other people gave them over their own identity, which removes their agency. Bryce, for example, was always who Bryce feels they are, and not any previous identity they were given before. Any previous name they were assigned never really stood for who they were. (If Molly is nonbinary, changing his name was not part of reclaiming his identity in this way.)

But Molly does not consider himself to be the same person as Lucian. This is closer to how people with DID experience the world. Whatever personality is operating at the time is the valid identity and has their own personality, name, pronouns, and often memory. Molly has no idea who Lucian is, and he doesn't care. Lucian's life is as irrelevant to his as the former owner of his swords. Molly reiterates that five times in EP014 alone, and Taliesin emphasizes it three time in Talks Machina 2018-04-17 for CR C2 Ep014.

Lucian lived a full life. He had a personality, ambitions, beliefs, baggage, friends who loves him, and at least two names. Two years ago, he died from a ritual, buried in the dirt. "That person is dead and not me. That's just a person who had this body. They abandoned it, it's mine now." ([5] CR C2 Ep014 2:20:16) Molly was born two years ago in the dirt. He has his own distinct personality, ambitions, beliefs, baggage, friends who love him, and a few spare names he's fed people. "Molly is not missing any time or memory. Molly's two years old. Molly is not missing anything at all. Molly's fine." ([6] TM 2018-04-17 0:36:58)

"This is was, 'I am made of nothing but decisions that have led me to be this person, and if you think I need to add a bunch of decisions to be more complete, or if a bunch of stuff that happened in my past is more important to who I am than who I am now, that's wrong. That's just- That's fucked up and stupid. I mean, that's madness.' You get to decide who you are, and he has very much decided who he is." ([7] TM 2018-04-17 0:39:24)

When dealing with anyone with a complicated identity, you need to listen to them and honor what they're saying. You don't get to override what someone is telling you they need just because it makes you feel better about your own baggage and hang-ups. Molly has very firmly asked us to call him Molly and to treat him as his own person. By extension, that other person is Lucian or Nonagon. They are separate and distinct people who have never met each other and have never shared the same consciousness.

Part 1: Separating Molly and Lucian Part 2: Cree Part 3: The Tomb Takers Part 4: The Ritual Part 5: Molly Awakens Part 6: Disciple of The Moonweaver Part 7: Weird Blood Powers

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References

Transcript Critical Role C2 Ep014 0:13:00 Molly’s Backstory 

Transcript Talks Machina 2018-04-17 Alpha 0:35:07 Molly’s notion of identity

 Scenes run:

1. CR C2 Ep014 – There is no before 2:01:19 to 2:01:47

2. CR C2 Ep014 – Do you really not want to know your past? 2:04:48 to 2:05:30

3. CR C2 Ep014 – This is mine 2:08:45 to 2:09:18

4. CR Cr Ep014 – Someone else's baggage in my head 2:09:45 to 2:10:05

5. CR Cr Ep014 – That person is dead and not me 2:20:16 to 2:20:30

6. TM 2018-04-17 – Molly isn't missing anything 0:36:58 to 0:37:11

7. TM 2018-04-17 – The Notion of Identity 0:39:00 to 0:40:42

8. TM 2018-04-17 – How did Molly feel about Nott's insistence? 0:52:28 to 0:53:44

1. CR C2 Ep014 – There is no before

2:01:19 Fjord:

"So, before you woke up in the dirt, nothing?"

2:01:21 Molly,

slightly agitated: "There is no before. Whatever happened before is not me. It's not part of anything-" He sighs with frustration.

2:01:28 Nott: "Like your life reset somehow? Or you just don't remember?"

2:01:36 Molly, internally struggling: "Some asshole got buried in the dirt. Fuck him. I am enjoying what I'm doing. I want nothing to do with that. Anything that came before, I was happy to just leave it be."

 2. CR C2 Ep014 – Do you really not want to know your past

2:04:48 Nott: "Question. Go back two- two beats. You said, 'Who care about what happened before.'"

2:04:56 Molly, incredulously with an "obviously" gesture: "Yeah."

2:04:57 Nott: "Do you really not want to know your past? Answer truthfully."

2:05:05 Molly, very pointedly, looking annoyed and frustrated: "I really don't. I… Whoever that was… came to that end. And I want nothing to do with that. Whatever it was, it doesn't feel good when I- the moments when something creeps through, I don't like it. I don't want anything to do with it. I was happy. I… I liked the circus. The circus was great."

 3. CR C2 Ep014 – This is mine

2:08:45 Molly, very pointedly, looking really annoyed again: "Okay. Here's the thing that you're not catching: that wasn't me. This is mine. I don't want anything from that other person anymore. That person is someone else. I don't want anything to do with it.

 4. CR Cr Ep014 – Someone else's baggage in my head

2:09:45 Molly: " I… I don't want anybody- I don't want to remember anything, I don't want anybody else's baggage in my head, I don't want anybody else's problems, thoughts, ideas." Tapping the table for emphasis, "I like this person right now, is a good person, is a fine person, is a happy person."

 5. CR Cr Ep014 – That person is dead and not me

2:20:16 Molly, firmly: "Let me make this abundantly clear: my name is Molly. That person is dead and not me. That's just a person who had this body. They abandoned it, it's mine now."

 6. TM 2018-04-17 – Molly isn't missing anything

0:36:58 Taliesin: "This is- I'll get into it, but yeah. I have a lot of people say things like… 'Molly's missing time or missing memory.' It's like, Molly is not missing any time or memory. Molly's two years old. Molly is not missing anything at all. Molly's fine."

 7. TM 2018-04-17 – The Notion of Identity

0:39:00 Taliesin: "I am a… I am a big fan of the notion of identity, and sort of playing with the notion of how we think of ourselves. And I will admit, in my past, what can politely be described as an intense nervous breakdown was one of the best experiences I ever had in my life."

Brain: "Yeah; yeah, yeah."

0:39:24 Taliesin: "And really kind of was… It was fascinating kind of going through a process of like, 'I'm just going to get rid of a bunch of stuff that's not working for me, and just take on a bunch of stuff that is, and I'm good with that. And that's kind of… That's definitely… And you can see a bit of that in Percy, but it's definitely… kind of the function of Mollymauk's character there, is that… is he doesn't care who Lucian was. He's not… It doesn't matter if he was a good person or a bad person. It's, 'I'm me now, and I have decided this is what I'm doing.' This is was, 'I am made of nothing but decisions that have led me to be this person, and if you think I need to add a bunch of decisions to be more complete, or if a bunch of stuff that happened in my past is more important to who I am than who I am now, that's wrong. That's just- That's fucked up and stupid. I mean, that's madness.' You get to decide who you are, and he has very much decided who he is. And there's this little tangent, and wherever it leads, good or bad, is possibly to someone who… or to a person who's going to change- want to fundamentally change who he is and overwrite a lot of that. That's yeah, no. He wants nothing to do with it."

8. TM 2018-04-17 – How did Molly feel about Nott's insistence?

0:52:28 Brian: "Taliesin, Megan Hannah wants to know, 'How did Molly feel about Nott's insistence that he should learn about his past? He got a little nasty with her towards the end of Zone of Truth.'"

0:52:42 Taliesin: "I think I said exactly how Molly felt about that."

Travis: "Yep."

Brain: "Yeah. 'Was he actually angry with her or was he just fed up with answering everyone's questions?'"

0:52:49 Taliesin: "Uh, I think he was- I, uh… What is the phrase? It is… I don't wanna… It's very much like… From Molly's perspective it's very much like a nice, innocent child of appropriate age, say 13 or 14 years old, going up you when you were young and going, 'Why don't you dress more like a boy?' I mean like, 'Why don't you go fuck yourself. You're adorable." Like, not anger, but it was very much the, 'Oh, what a patronizing thing to say. Wow, your parents really didn't raise you right, did they?' Yeah, it was very, 'Go fuck yourself!' Yeah. It was, but… still friends but definitely, 'Oh no. Oh no…'"

Brian: "Yeah. Did people often ask you when you were younger if you were a pyramid?"

Taliesin: "Uh, they asked me if I was boy or a girl on occasion, but yeah, no. Pyramid?" Deadpan, "No. Never. Never."

[peter-parkouuuur]

Chapter 3: When in Berlin....(Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

A/n: I mentioned Tom’s awkward encounter with a naked lady while he was filming in Berlin. If you get the reference, good for you! Xx

PROLOGUE, CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 4, CHAPTER 5, CHAPTER 6, CHAPTER 7, CHAPTER 8, CHAPTER 9, CHAPTER 10, CHAPTER 11, CHAPTER 12, CHAPTER 13

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“Ah! Deutschland!!” Y/n stretches her arms the moment she steps out of the jet.

You walk down the stairs of the jet, a bit dizzy as you are greeted by the cold morning breeze.

“This is amazing!” You look at Peter who is already in a cheerful mood, surprisingly after the two of you slept like babies in the 7 hours and 45 minutes. 

Y/n walks toward Peter as he includes you in his video.

“Say hi Y/n!” Peter puts an arm around you as you wave at the camera.

“Hi!!” Y/n giggle as Peter looks at you and smiles.

For a second the two of you look at each other with ease and admiration.

“Getting handsy are we, Mr. Parker?” Tony interrupts the two teenagers.

“Sorry, Mr. Stark.” Peter lets go of you as everyone heads toward the car.

You, your dad, Happy and Peter are seated inside the car in an uncomfortable silence in the whole duration of the trip to the hotel.

“So what time are you guys planning to do what you’re supposed to do? You know with the fight and all?” Y/n asks.

“Probably around noon, you can have some time to rest if you want.” Tony points the tip of his glasses at Peter.

“Would it be alright if I go around the city? I just want to see some sights.” Peter asks.

“No problem! Y/n will bring you around… As long as the two of you behave though. Alright?” Tony gives a stern look at Y/n.

“Dad, Peter and I will be fine! I’ll bring him back in one piece.” You joke.

“Good. Now if you excuse me, I have a crossword puzzle to do.” Your dad takes a pen from his coat pocket and starts answering the crossword puzzle booklet you gave him for his birthday. He loves a good crossword puzzle when he wants to be distracted.

Y/n lies down on the bed and tries to fall asleep for about 30 minutes when she hears a knock on her door.

You open the door to see Peter with a stupid grin on his face.

“Peter, as much as I like hanging out with you so far, I’m pretty beat, can we just rest for a little while?” You grumble.

“Yeah, sure can I still come in? I’m all alone in my room and I’m kinda bored.” Peter walks in before you can even protest.

“I’m pretty sure my dad has something to say about this.” Y/n closes the door and observes as Peter makes himself comfortable by laying down on the couch.

You take your makeup kit and toiletries and walk inside the bathroom.

‘If I’m gonna go around Berlin with Peter, I at least have to make myself look presentable.’ You thought to yourself.

After a few minutes, you walk out the bathroom door with your hair done and your makeup covering your jet-lagged face.

“Ready to explore Berlin?” Y/n asks Peter who is watching a German cooking show.

“Yup!” Peter stands up without missing a beat.

“Where to?” He asks.

“Brandenburg gate. It’s the nearest one to our hotel.” You reply.

The two of you are walking around Berlin with Peter holding his phone out, still doing one of his video montages.

A group of girls passes by in the middle of Peter’s video and he tells them to say hi which they gladly agree to.

Y/n can feel herself slightly flinching at the sight of Peter talking to the pretty girls.

“Wow, look at you easing up to the ladies.” Y/n jokes, trying to cover up her uncomfortableness.

“Quick take a picture of us with the gate as our background.” You give him your phone, put your hand on his shoulder as he takes the selfie of you both.

“Cute.” You look at the photo he took.

“Oh yeah! Can you send it to me later?” He asks.

“Yeah sure.” You reply.

Peter moves flips his camera to film the gate only to see the most bizarre sight he’s ever seen.

“Wh-Whaaat?” Peter furrows his eyebrows.

Y/n eyes widen at the sight before covering Peter’s eyes with her palms.

“Oh my god!” She exasperates while covering Peter’s eyes from seeing the fully-naked woman just casually passing by.

“Pretend you didn’t see anything.” She giggles.

Peter laughs at her bold move and uses this as an opportunity to put his hands on hers.

“Okay okay! I didn’t see anything.” Peter chuckles.

“Good.” you bite your lips, looking at Peter’s sweet gesture, holding your hands which are still covering his eyes, his thumbs caressing your knuckles.

You remove your hands from his eyes as he smiles down at you.

“You know, the teenage boy in me can still picture that lady.” He retorts.

“God, I forgot teenage guys are walking hormones.” You roll your eyes at his remark.

“You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.” He tells you.

“You’re pretty annoying in general.” You respond.

“Not a very good comeback.” He tucks your hair behind your ear.

“I know…. jet-lag isn’t doing me any good.” you grumble.

“Come on, let’s go buy schnitzels.” He takes your hand in his as you walk towards a food cart.

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Y/n and Peter finally arrive at the hotel lobby to see Happy looking exasperatingly mad at the two teenagers.

“Where the hell have you two been? Time to suit up, Spidey.” He tells Peter.

“We walked around Berlin. Relax, Happy… We didn’t go very far.” Y/n tells her father’s head of security/chauffeur.

“Your dad told me to remind you about your homework and that you have to stay here at all times. Come on, Spidey! Let’s go!” He sneers at Peter who just nods his head and walks straight towards the elevators.

While the two are discussing their plans this afternoon, you decide to head back to your hotel room and do your homework.

To your surprise, you finished earlier than usual and managed to get some free time before Peter leaves to fight alongside your dad.

You knock on his door to see him in full Spiderman gear, only this time, it’s not the costume he usually wore.

“Wow Spiderman, you look impressive.” You glance at Peter’s Spidey suit.

He removes his mask as a grin on his face is on full display.

“Thanks, your dad actually gave it.” He replies.

“He did? He doesn’t really tell me much when it comes to his Iron Man or S.H.I.E.L.D. endeavors.” You shrug your shoulders.

You touch his arm to feel the material of the suit.

“It’s so cool.” You move your hands up and down his arm trying to familiarize yourself with the texture.

“Hey Y/n…. Since Mr. Stark didn’t really set any ground rules. Uhm… Would you like to uh, you know go the mo-” Before Peter can finish his stuttering, Happy interrupts him.

“Let’s go, Stark needs you now!” Happy barges in.

“I have to go… I’ll catch up with you later after the fight okay?” He tells Y/n.

She just nods, knowing that she doesn’t really have the time to respond. You head back to your room to catch up on your sleep.

This is going to be a long afternoon

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Y/n wakes up to the sound of Peter’s cheerful voice. It sounds like he’s talking to someone.

“The craziest thing just happened! So Mr. Stark was like underoos! And I just sort of flipped in and I stole Cap’s shield!” Peter’s voice is echoing in your room.

You knock on his door only to find him in his pajamas with wet hair and a bruised eye.

“Peter, what happened to your eye?” Y/n asks, pointing at the teenager’s swollen eye.

“Oh, I got it from the fight. It was so cool! I got to meet the Avengers! Well except for Thor and the Hulk, though I’m not really sure where they are right now, they’re probably just enjo-” Y/n stops Peter from babbling.

“I think I got your answer already. Come on.” You grab his hand and lead him to your room as you ask for a pack of ice from the hotel.

“So, who did you fight?” You and Peter sit on the couch.

“Well I took Cap’s shield but Ant Man used his size to surprise and kick me. I managed to web Barnes and Falcon… the girl with the weird hand gestures kept on throwing things at me, then Cap almost trapped me underneath the tube, then there’s Ant-Man who turned into a giant and who your dad punched until he fell…. Yeah, it was the greatest thing ever!” Peter explains, not coming up for air.

“Hey, you were about to tell me something before you left. What were you going to ask me?” Y/n questions.

“Oh… I uh… I guess I just wanted to formally a-” A knock on the door interrupts Peter for the second time today.

You take the ice pack from the hotel staff and go back to hand it to Peter.

“Here you go.” Y/n places it gently against Peter’s eye.

“Ah.” Peter flinches.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” Y/n asks.

“No, I just forgot how painful it is.” He says.

Your hand is still holding the ice pack while Peter covers it with his hands, his thumbs caressing your hand like what he did earlier when you covered his eyes to avoid the sight of the naked lady.

“This day is pretty weird huh?” You giggle.

“It is.” Peter replies.

“Sweetie, Have you seen my cr-Parker, what are you doing in my daughter’s room?” Tony walks in wearing his Iron Man onesie.

You pull your hand away from Peter’s.

“I’m just helping him with his bruise, dad.” Y/n clarifies.

“Two teenagers in one room, I don’t really mind, but when one of them happens to be my daughter, I turn on my Papa bear mode. Peter go back to your room. We’re leaving at 9 tomorrow.” He points at the two of us before walking out.

“I guess have to go.” Peter stands up, still covering his eye with the ice pack.

You walk Peter out of your room before greeting him good night.

“Good night.” Peter smiles at you before heading back to his room.

You close the door and lean against it, thinking how close it could’ve been to him asking you out.

Spiderman was about to ask you out. Why must your dad and Happy ruin your shine?

Y/n walks out of her room and knocks on Peter’s door for the third time today.

“Hey, did you forget something?” Peter asks.

You walk towards him and plant your feet on top of his. He looks confused at your gesture.

Y/n kisses him on the cheek slowly, trying to savor the moment.

“Bonne Nuit, Peter.” Y/n whispers, the French accent sending shivers down Peter’s spine.

Peter is still in shock, not replying to you as you walk back to your room with a huge grin on your face.

“Wow… When in Berlin.” Peter gushes, his cheek still tingling from the contact, suddenly forgetting about his swollen eye.

[spaceywormy]

hey wanna see the first draft for my short story for creative writing class? no? i’m posting it anyway

Yellow Tape

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it,” Alex says, curling the cord of his earbuds around his fingers.

“Are you kidding me? You’re not some white guy in Hawaii, Ax!” DJ argues, turning around to walk backwards, facing his friend. “I beg of you, remove the goddamn floral button-down.”

“Never,” Alex says dramatically. “It’s hot out, I couldn’t wear my sweater.”

“But why did you wear a floral button-down?! It’s like you do this just to piss me off.”

Alex looks over at DJ with one eyebrow raised, a smug smile on his face. DJ goes to knock his baseball hat off, but the back of his foot catches on the uneven pavement and he stumbles backwards. He lets out a high-pitched squeak as he falls, his backpack catching the brunt of the fall. He looks up to see Alex trying and failing to hold in laughter. Alex helps him up, and they continue the walk home.

“At least I’m dressed for summer,” Alex says, bumping DJ’s shoulder with his own as he walks beside him. “I thought you were gonna pass out today in gym with your giant hoodie.” DJ elbows Alex in the ribs, which starts a shoving-fight that eventually ends with DJ stumbling into his front yard fence. A small mutt comes running up to the fence, barking like mad. DJ laughs and reaches over the fence to pet his dog, Mikha, who snaps at his hand before licking it and quieting down.

“Wanna come in?” DJ asks, turning towards Alex. Alex is staring down the road with a blank look on his face, eyes slightly glazed over. “Alex?”

Alex blinks and seems to come back to reality, shaking his head slightly. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if you wanted to come in.” DJ leans against the fence and drops his worn backpack on the ground next to him. “I’ve got food, and Apocalypse of the Damned 2.”

“No, I should, um… I should get home. The sun’s gonna set soon.”

DJ frowns, staring at his friend. “I thought your parents didn’t care.”

For a moment, Alex looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “Oh, I-- They’re, uh, starting to care more, y’know?

DJ pushes himself off the fence and takes a couple steps towards Alex, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?”

Alex shrugs him off. “I’m doing fine. My parents just want me home tonight, I dunno why.” His voice is slowly getting more annoyed, and DJ backs off.

“Okay, whatever you say.” He sighs, not wanting the day to end on a bad note. “I’ll… see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

Alex nods. “Later.” He starts walking down the road to his house, not looking back once. DJ frowns and opens his gate, nudging Mikha back with his foot. Mikha whines, looking up at him.

“You know me so well,” DJ says quietly, closing the gate and sitting down on the grass. Mikha jumps into his lap and licks his face, making him laugh and push his dog away. “Mikha, down! It don’t feel right to be laughing.” DJ notices a nearly torn apart tennis ball lying a few feet away and stretches to grab it, tossing it across the small backyard. Mikha goes wild, running after it and barking. DJ gets up and leans over the fence to grab his backpack before heading inside, closing the door before Mikha can ram himself into the gap and get inside too.

DJ runs upstairs and throws his backpack onto his bed, taking his phone out of his back pocket. He’s not sure what it could be, but he feels like he did something wrong when he was talking to Alex. It’s not like Alex to get annoyed at him like that, especially after something as small as pushing too much during a conversation. He feels the need to apologize indirectly anyways, so DJ dials Alex’s number and starts pacing around his small bedroom.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. It stops ringing.

DJ pulls the phone away and stares at it, frowning. He sits down on his window ledge, leg starting to bounce as he sends Alex a question mark via text. Alex replies a moment later with “srry, cant talk. whst is it”

DJ responds back with “uh wanna have a sleepover? i got lotsa food” He waits for five minutes, staring anxiously at his phone. As soon as he had sent the text, it showed that Alex had read it. After four minutes, the three bubbles indicating that Alex is typing pop up before disappearing. They repeat this for a full minute before a short response comes in. “cant, i think im getting sick”

“that sucks,” DJ types back, lying on his back in the window seat and pressing his feet against the miniature ceiling of it. “i can bring u uhhh soup or smth”

“m jsut gonna rest.” Alex’s final response concerns DJ. Alex doesn’t have autocorrect turned on, but it’s usually a red flag that he’s upset when he’s making typos. DJ goes to ask if he’s okay, but remembers how Alex reacted when he asked that earlier today. He gives up and puts his phone down, sitting up on the seat. His stomach grumbles and he gets up to stretch and walk downstairs. His mother had left a small note on the counter, listing what she’d bought and what’s being saved for a family reunion coming up next week.

DJ grabs a soda and walks over to the couch, flopping onto his back and turning on the television. Nothing good is on, so he switches to the news to serve as background noise. As he stares at the ceiling, something catches his ear.

“The gang of rogue scalebloods known as the Talon Ring are now travelling the country, terrorizing local youths. The president has theorized that the gang is infecting people by awakening the dragon blood that may be in their systems,” the reporter on the tv says. DJ sits up and stares at the screen as pictures start flashing across it. “Half-scales all over the country are being harassed by humans who believe that any blood containing scales should be spilled.” The report suddenly stops, and switches to another scene with a man speaking urgently.

“This is breaking news for the area of Lake Fortitude. Rogue scalebloods assumed to be affiliated with the Talon Ring were seen wandering the streets of at eleven-am today. Authorities urge you to lock your doors and windows, especially half-scales. Police are searching the city for the gang. Updates on the situation will come hourly. Stay safe, citizens of Fortitude.”

DJ stares at the screen, mouth hanging open. The Talon Ring, patrolling Fortitude. No way. He springs off of the couch and runs to the front window, staring out into the street. He doesn’t see anything, save for a couple of his neighbors closing their shutters or drawing their curtains. DJ lets in Mikha and feeds him, foregoing a meal for himself. His stomach is turning slightly and he’s lost his appetite.

Alex.

The thought hits him like a brick. DJ sits up, eyes wide as he snatches his phone out of his pocket and dials Alex’s number. He stares out the window at the darkening sky, relief flooding his chest when he hears Alex pick up.

“Hello?” Alex’s voice sounds scratchy, almost distorted.

“Are your parents home?” DJ demands.

“What? No.” Alex seems to realize his mistake and scrambles to fix it. “I mean-- uh--”

“I’m coming over.”

“Wait, no, you don’t know-- just, no, don’t come over” Alex begs. DJ hesitates at the sincerity and desperation in Alex’s voice, but his mind is set.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.” DJ hang up and grabs his backpack, setting his books aside and grabbing a first aid kit and a pocketknife, shoving them in alongside a phone charger and a sketchbook. He slings the backpack over his shoulder and makes sure he locks the front door behind him as he leaves.

Alex doesn’t live too far from DJ. DJ lives on Elk Street and Alex lives on South Niman, which is only three blocks from Elk. DJ walks quickly down the street, looking behind him every few seconds. Squirrels dropping acorns from the trees turn into menacing footsteps that have DJ whirling around with his knife halfway out of his pocket after every other step. He feels his heart starting to beat faster and takes a moment to calm himself down, decidedly avoiding having a panic attack in the street. He doesn’t have much time to keep walking, though, before three police cars zoom past him and turn down Alex’s street in the distance. DJ feels his stomach drop as the worst possibility becomes the only thing he can think about. DJ starts to run.

Worn tennis shoes slap against the pavement, accompanied by the frantic breathing of the sprinting teenager. DJ turns a sharp corner, nearly tripping over himself. He keeps running regardless, not stopping until he sees a familiar house in the distance. He stops for a moment, and his heart seems to stop beating as he sees three police cars surrounding the house, lights flashing. He feels heat building up behind his eyes and doesn’t bother blinking it away before breaking back into a run, racing up to the house. As he gets closer, a police officer outside steps towards him and puts a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back slightly.

“Sorry kid, you can’t be here,” the police officer tells him.

“What happened?” DJ speaks past the lump in his throat, jerking the hand off his shoulder. He know he looks and sounds frantic and probably a little insane, but he couldn’t care less.

“Go home,” the officer says firmly. “You can’t be here.”

“Where’s Alex?!”

“I’m not gonna tell you again, kid--” The officer is cut off by a strangled, bloodcurdling scream from inside the house. DJ feels his heart drop from his throat to his shoes. He shoves past the officer, ignoring her shouting. He runs as fast as he can to the front door and throws it open, only to be greeted by something that makes his entire body go numb.

Alex is curled up on the floor of his living room, breathing heavily. The back of his sweater is torn to shreds and absolutely soaked in blood. Protruding from his head at the hairline are two small horns, and sticking out from his back are two glossy wings, dripping in blood. DJ feels himself stumbling backwards, his head buzzing and his mind reeling. The house is completely dark, and out of the shadows steps a creature. A creature with large green wings, two twisted horns on her head, and a thin, shining tail that tapers to a serrated point. A scaleblood.

The woman looks surprised at DJ’s appearance, but her face quickly morphs into a smug smile. Her eyes are a blend of green and yellow, and they feel like they’re burning into DJ’s skull.

“This your friend?” she asks, pointing down at Alex. DJ looks back down at Alex, whose panting has turned to pained whimpering. His new wings are twitching, and each movement draws a small, heartbreaking shriek of pain from him.

“What did you do?” DJ whispers, breaking out of his petrified state to kneel beside his friend.

“I brought him to life,” the woman answers smoothly. “You’re welcome.”

“It--” DJ swallows the lump in his throat and tries to put as much venom into his voice that he can. “It doesn’t look like it.” His voice wobbles, and the venom falls short.

DJ looks down at his friend, who’s shaking like a chihuahua. He sees tears streaming down Alex’s face and reaches down to brush one away, but jerks his hand back as Alex screams “No!”

“How do I help him?” DJ asks, looking up to stare at the scaleblood.

The smirk drops from the woman’s face, and she looks up at the police officers waiting for command outside the house. Guns are aimed at the windows, and more cars are pulling up behind the three stationary ones. “Go,” she says quietly. “Take him away from here. The other Talons and I will make a distraction. Take him to the sea.”

“To the sea?” DJ blanches. “Are you insane?”

“He needs it,” the woman insists, kneeling on the other side of Alex. “Go, now.”

DJ looks from the woman’s face down to Alex, who��s trying to take steadying breaths.

“Okay.”

After wrapping Alex’s wings and back with as much cloth and gauze as he can find, DJ sits back and looks at his backpack. He shoves his phone in his hoodie pocket along with his charger, and keeps the knife in his jeans pocket. He takes the small bottle of antiseptic from the first aid kid and puts it in his jeans pocket. He looks down at his backpack and nods to himself, turning away from it. He nudges Alex. “I’m gonna carry you, okay?” he says gently. “Like a koala.” Alex nods wordlessly, still staring at the floor. DJ picks him up with difficulty, holding him like a baby. Alex buries his face in DJ’s shoulder, holding on tightly.

“Where do I go?” DJ asks the woman. “We’re surrounded.”

The woman’s wings fold out and she gestures towards the back door. DJ carries Alex out into the backyard and the woman grabs him, lifting him up into the air. As they’re lifted over the roof of the house, DJ sees five other scalebloods burst out the front door and attack the police. He forces himself to look away as guns go off and screams rip through the air, most of which coming from humans. He hears Alex make a pained noise and holds him tighter.

#

The woman drops the two of them on the rocky shore of Lake Fortitude. She drops to the ground, her wings drooping as she catches her breath. DJ loosens his grip on Alex but doesn’t let go, scooting backwards on the rocks. The woman stands up after a moment and looks at them both.

“Good luck, kid,” she says to DJ. “You’ve got a dragon on your hands now.” With that, she stretches her wings and shoots into the air, flying back in the direction of Alex’s neighborhood.

DJ looks down at Alex and pinches his arm to get his attention. “I’m gonna let go, ‘kay?” Alex nods, and DJ carefully lays him down on the rocks. DJ stands up, looking out onto the lake. He reaches into his hoodie pocket and takes out his phone. He turns it on and sends a text to his parents: “i love you. i’ll be back one day.”

He makes sure it sends before shutting off his phone and throwing it as far as he can, watching it disappear into the dark water with a distant splash.

wow what a journey if you’ve made it this far, i uhh applaud you cause this is long and hard to read if you didn’t like it, pleeeaaase drop an ask and tell me what i can change!! i wanna Learn and get a good grade on my assignment