#I’m so sappy jeez

[monsterbananatv]

Hi

Happy lockwood and co 1 year anniversary!

I’m about to get very sappy cause in such a short time Lockwood and co changed my life and the fact that it’s been a year of the show is wild to me.

So let’s go back to the first time I ever saw Lockwood and co. It was before the show came out and I was looking though the up and coming shows on Netflix and I stumbled across this show called Lockwood and co. Now I can’t tell you what drew me to the show, I only watched like 5 seconds of the trailer, but something about those five seconds made me think that yes, this is the show for me. So I took a picture of my tv and was excited for it to be released.

A few weeks after the release I watched it for the first time. When I tell you I loved it, I mean I loved it. I combined some of my favourite things: ghosts, found family, a cute romance, mysterys of sorts and more.

I was only able to watch the show three times all the way through before the person whose Netflix I was using canceled their Netflix plan. When I say I watched it three times I mean I watched it three times in the span of like two weeks, with the third time being me going through and making notes of very thing I loved or found interesting. That was only the beginning for me.

I ordered the books immediately. It took me one week to finish them all, each book taking me about a day and a bit. I loved them every bit as much as I had loved the show. Lockwood and co became everything I talked about for months.

And then I did something I had never really done for any other thing I liked before. I started reading fanfiction. They were all so good and I just devoured them like I had everything else. Then I started writing my own. Which I’ve been a writer for forever but there was something about these characters that made me want to continue and expand on their stories, so that’s what I did.

In April I did something else I had never done before. I joined a discord server for Lockwood fanfic writers/readers. Best decision I’d ever made. I’ve met some of the best people because of it. People who love and support me and my writing and just me in general. It went from my first time having online friends to having an online family, and I love those guys to pieces. I don’t know what I’d do without them.

I think I’ve improved greatly with my writing and thank you to everyone who continues to read the things I write. There’s more to come from me, I promise.

I’m rereading the books and now that I have Netflix again (thanks to my bestie lol) I think a rewatch of the show is in order.

There’s just something about this series, both books and show, I swear. They mean the absolute world to me.

Lockwood and co is my home <3

[merriclo]

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[pepperyduck]

this is love ft. kento nanami

a/n: a few sappy slices of life with my main man :3 enjoy as i dig up motivation to finish kinktober. 18+ mdni!

"honey?" kento's voice is muffled through the door as he calls out to you, "everything okay?" the door rattles as he tries to open it, knob jingling.

"uhm, yeah! everything's fine!" you nervously shout, much too loud, and rush to unplug the iron that had melted your husband's favorite shirt. you panic and yelp when the hot iron scorches the side on your hand, throwing the stupid device to the ground in a clatter.

"why is the door locked—are you okay?" he asks, voice becoming more concerned as he hears the movement inside.

"i'm—i'm fine! promise! just give me a minute!" you're rushing into your shared master bathroom to run cold water over your hand, and kento’s using a screwdriver pulled from thin air to break into your bedroom. tears well in your eyes when you catch the sight of kento seeing his favorite shirt burnt and melted to his own ironing board. "i’m so sorry…"

in reality, he doesn’t care about the shirt—he’s already at your side to inspect your burnt hand. after a few seconds, he speaks.

"did you try to iron my shirt for me?" nanami asks, a small smile on his face, "you didn’t have to do that." he turns off the faucet and takes a small towel to dry your hand off.

"i tried to, i’m sorry—i didn’t know it would do that." you apologize, looking down at the cold tile flooring in defeat.

"oh, honey." he coos, "it’s only a shirt."

"have you seen your father?" you ask your son, yū, who’s sat at the dining table, eating breakfast. he shakes his head no, and when you look at your daughter, mayu, she does the same.

"jeez," you grumble to yourself, bedroom slippers pattering down the hallway as you go to search for your husband. saturday mornings were his time to sleep in, but realistically, he never slept past 9am. and currently, it was nearing 10am.

you check everywhere. he isn’t found in the bedroom, living room, his office, the garage, the patio or in the little garden he kept. upstairs, downstairs, everywhere, he isn’t there. and when you check in your bedroom for the last time, you hear a soft buzzing coming from the bathroom. upon entering, you see your husband bent over the counter, leaning close in the mirror as he shaves his stubble with an electric razor.

"there you are—when did you get that?"

kento had always been a clean shaven kind of man, going to a barber shop once every two weeks for his straight razor shave. it hadn’t even crossed your mind he didn’t go after work yesterday.

but when he looks at you—you burst out laughing. he’d shaven most of his beard off, but a few fuzzy patches remained on his cheeks, along with a mustache grazing his upper lip. peach fuzz and a few knicks litter his chin. this was the first time you’d seen him unable to do anything perfectly. and he looks ridiculous.

"is it really that bad?" he groans, pouting when you wrap your arms around yourself in a giggling fit. you shake your head, although your unforgiving laughs are a testament to the opposite.

"no—no, let me help," you say after calming down.

after gathering a new razor and some shaving cream, you sit atop the counter and your husband stands between your legs. kento is surprised how flawlessly you shave his face, without creating any more marks or cuts. you giggle and kiss him, getting some shaving cream on your face.

"ken?" you shout from the kitchen, where you’re sat, working on your dissertation. it’s been a long road of blood, sweat, and many, many tears; but you’re finally getting towards the end. about to earn a doctorate.

"yes, darling?" kento replies, walking into the kitchen on queue, his timing impeccable.

"can you read over this paragraph, please?" you kindly ask of him, pointing to your most recent written paragraph. he leans over you, planting one firm palm on the table, the other on your back; his eyes read along the sentences and his fingers tap along your spine.

"ah," his finger becomes more focused on a certain word, "wrong 'there', honey."

"no it's not..." you instantly retort, squinting your tired eyes to read over your writing. and you're right, it was the correct one the first time. this was his version of teasing you. but kento couldn't keep up the face much longer before he's giving in with a shit-eating grin you didn't see that often. "you're funny." you groan as kento stands back up.

after reading over the paragraph for about the nineteenth time, you notice kento silently slipping you some tea before turning back around to keep himself busy with cleaning. you absentmindedly take a few sips, then some more...and you find yourself becoming more and more sleepy...

and you're out like a light, forehead pressed directly against the table as a puddle of drool forms on the papers below. kento already has a warm blanket straight from the dryer to drape over you, and you stir just enough to get comfy on your arms.

kento knows that his back will hurt in the morning, but he sits around the corner of the table next to you, settling his head into his arms to drift off to sleep alongside you.

music of your taste plays rather quietly in the kitchen. you stir the pot of soup and inhale the flavorful aroma that wafts through the air.

kento sets two bowls next to the stove, then rummages through your silverware drawer to find two spoons. the kids are at their grandparents for the weekend, it's only you and your husband, converted into the duo you were long ago.

you step away from the stove to go fill up two glasses of wine, the brand kento had as his favorite had slowly turned into your favorite over time, too.

kento fills up the two bowls to the brim of the delicious food, grinning on the inside at the simplicity of it all. just you and him. he lids the pot with the matching glass top and makes his way over to the table.

you set out place mats for the both of you, then place the wine glasses in their prospective areas. kento places the bowls on top of the mats as you grab the spoons from the counter.

in the kitchen, your bodies subconsciously dance around each other. carefully, in perfect tune and pace. delicate steps of a routine formed over so much time together.

in the universe, your souls are tied, striding alongside one another in each lifetime repeated.

and this, is love.

[mellifiedprincess]

REALLY SHORT BUT SAPPY SHIT! and boob talk for like 2 seconds.

Opening the door to the house you share with the boys, you immediately take notice of the lack of noise that usually takes place.

You can’t say you’re not a little bit grateful, especially after working a 12 hour shift as a peds nurse. It was not a good day to say the least. All you wanted in that very moment was a hot shower and to be wrapped up in the arms of your ridiculously handsome boyfriend.

Closing the door to the garage, you walk over to Chris’s door and softly knock waiting to hear a response. “Yeah?” You peek your head in and see the boy at his desk, headset on and eyes focused on the monitor in front of him. “Oh, hey Y/N/N- Yeah, she just walked in.” Chris replies to you and then who you assume to be Matt through the headset. “Hey Chrissy, just checking in before I head upstairs. You okay?” This was part of your nightly routine. You couldn’t really remember when it started, but you always had to check on Chris and Nick before going to bed. Otherwise you couldn’t sleep.

“Yeah, I’m good. Matt’s yelling in my ear right now asking for you to hurry up. Kids acting like you just got back from war.” You let out a soft laugh at his remark. “I need to check on Nick, then I’ll be in there.” “Oh Nicks gone. He went to hang out with Larray and Arrington.”

“Alright. Well, try to get some sleep. You guys have that really important meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Oh shit! I totally forgot about that. Thanks.” You nod your head and you both say goodnight, before you turn and finally make your way to your bedroom.

When you open the door, your eyes find Matt’s already staring at you. He looks so…soft. Soft and warm and inviting. “Finally!” He huffs out. You can’t help but laugh at him as you walk over to where he sits at his desk. “I missed you so much today.” His voice is muffled by his face being smushed into your stomach, his arms tightly wrapped around you as if you were gonna leave him.

“I missed you too angel.” Your fingers push his hair away from his forehead, and you lean down to place a gentle kiss to his hairline. “I do need to shower though, and then I’m all yours.” A very audible whine leaves his mouth and he pulls you down into his lap, and immediately shoves his face into your neck.

“Can’t you shower in the morning? I wanna keep holding you.”

You’re convinced your heart just melted in your chest from how sweet your boyfriend is. “How about you come sit in the bathroom while I shower? You can tell me about your day.”

“Okay!” He jumps up at that and your eyes widen at the sudden movement. “Jeez Matty, warn me next time.”

“I’m just really excited to see your boobs.” That comment earns him a slap against his chest and an eye roll.

“You act like you don’t see them whenever you want, kid.” “I could have 24/7 visual of those things and it still wouldn’t be enough. Same thing with that pretty face of yours.”

You would never understand how he could be so sweet, yet disgusting at the same time.

You make it to the bathroom, and Matt places you back down on the floor before walking over to the shower to start the water for you. “I’ll be right back, baby.” He places a quick kiss to your lips and exits the bathroom.

When he returns, he’s holding a pair of fresh love sweatpants, clean underwear, and an old t-shirt of his that you stole and claimed as yours a long time ago. “Ughh I love you!” You can’t help but exclaim before pulling him closer to plant another quick kiss to his lips. “I love you way more though. No argument there.”

And Matt really believed that.

The love he felt for you was soul consuming. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

“That’s not fair. I love you just as much as you love me! You’re the sun in my freaking sky Matthew.” You pout. Pout. And Matt can’t help but gush at how fucking cute you are.

He looks down at you, your arms wrapped around his waist, and he swears to himself that he would be the sun in your sky for the rest of your lives. And he knew what you meant by that, but being the sun in someone’s sky is nothing compared to being someone’s moon.

And you were his moon. Full of love and hope. The most nurturing person he knew, always taking care of others before yourself, especially him and his brothers. And you were always so calm, which helped a lot when he was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Okay, sweet girl. Let’s get you in the shower so we can go to bed. I know you’re probably exhausted.” He softly pats your hip, and moves so you can get undressed and finally shower.

Later that night when you finally retreat to bed, your head lies on Matt’s chest, sleep calling your name so softly you can barely keep your eyes open. Matt just watches you. He watches as your chest slowly rises and falls, and your breathing slows. He watches as you curl into his side even more. But he knew you weren’t quite asleep yet, because this man knew every minor detail about you.

So, when you reach for his hand and bring it to your lips before squeezing it against your chest, where it would stay for the rest of the night, he knew you were finally asleep.

[otakusheep15]

Flufftober Day 4 - First

Content includes: Ace x reader, reader is referred to as "Prefect", getting together, gender neutral reader, author's inability to write Ace properly

Ace Trappola was a lot of firsts for you. He was the first person you truly considered a friend in Twisted Wonderland, along with Deuce and Grim. He was the first person to jump to your aid when you were threatened by Riddle during his Overblot, even if it meant putting himself in danger. He’s the first to congratulate you when you do well on an exam, even if it is in his own teasing way. 

He was also the first boy you ever loved. 

It was hard not to fall for Ace Trappola. He was the most average teenage boy you’d ever met, all false confidence and teasing remarks, but he was also much, much more than that. He was your best friend, someone you trusted more than anyone else. 

But you never once thought it would go anywhere. 

The day started like any other. You were lounging around Ramshackle, enjoying your day off from classes. As far as you were concerned, you had absolutely nothing to do today, and you were more than happy to curl up on your ratty couch with Grim and chill.

And then your phone rang, and all of your (lack of) plans were thrown out the window. 

You groan when you see the caller I.D., already knowing exactly what’s about to happen. Still, you pick up, unable to resist a call from him. 

“Hey Prefect, how’s it goin’?” Ace’s voice comes through the speaker, sounding shaky, almost as if he’s running. He’s also doing that thing where he pretends to sound casual, which means he’s about to ask you for a favor. You cut to the chase, telling him to just spill it already. 

“Jeez, harsh much? Can’t a guy just call up his friend for a chat?” After a curt ‘no’ from you, he sighs, confirming exactly what you already suspected. “Okay, so I may have upset Riddle again, but it’s not my fault most of these rules are so stupid. Anyway, I’m heading over to you, so be prepared. K, bye.”

And with that, he hangs up before you can get a word in. It doesn’t matter anyway, as you wouldn’t have denied him even if you wanted to. Even if it’ll get you in trouble, you always let him crash with you when he needs it. 

Soon enough, you hear erratic knocking on your door, and you open it to find Ace hunched over, panting as he attempts to catch his breath. 

You step aside to let him in, and he saunters in like he hadn’t been practically dying not two seconds ago. “Thanks Prefect, you always know how to help a guy out.” He flops down on your couch, scaring Grim, who promptly shouts at him before jumping down to wander off. 

After a moment, you join him, sitting next to him on the opposite end of the couch. You remain like that for a while, just sitting in silence and watching whatever you had on your tv. 

Clearly, this silence is too much for Ace since you can see him fidgeting out of the corner of your eye. He’s never been the best at sitting in silence like this, especially not when around someone else. 

Awkwardly, he clears his throat, trying to get your attention. He already had it, as per usual, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

He turns to face you, curling up so that his back is against the armrest of the couch. You do the same, mirroring his position. You sit like that for a moment, not quite sure what he wanted. It seemed like he had something to say, but now he’s just staring at you. You give him a look, prompting him to speak. 

“Well, only because you asked.” He huffs, pretending to be annoyed, but you can read him well enough by now. He’s happy you prompted him. “So, not to get all sappy, because gross, but, seriously, thank you. I know I can kinda be a pain sometimes, but you’re always so willing to put up with me. I don’t know why, but you are and… and I really appreciate that.”

He turns away, obviously flustered by the confession. You laugh a little, a mixture between surprise and amusement. It must have taken a lot of courage for him to confess something like that to you, not to mention how much he probably had to fight against his ego to get so sappy. 

At your laugh, he chucks a pillow at you, but it holds no force behind it. You catch it easily, holding it in your lap as you continue to watch him. His confession made you happy, of course, but you’re not quite sure how to take it. He could have easily just meant it in a friendly way. After all, the two of you are friends. Best friends. But, a small voice in the back of your mind holds out hope that maybe, just maybe, he meant it differently. 

Eventually, you pluck up the courage to ask what brought this on all of a sudden. Ace may be your best friend, but he’s not the type to get sappy at all. He sits there for a second, no doubt thinking over how he wants to answer your question. 

“There’s no getting past you, is there Prefect? Fine, I’ll give.” He takes a deep breath, and it’s obvious that whatever he’s about to say has been weighing on him for a while. 

“I like ya, Prefect. Like, as more than a friend. Also, I lied about Riddle being mad at me today. Actually, he was kinda helping me out. He’s kinda the one who made me realize I like you, as cringy as that sounds. I was running ‘cause I wanted to get over here quicker so I could see you. Sorry, for lying and all. I just didn’t know how else to do this.”

You sit there, stunned that he would admit it so easily. But, at the same time, you’re glad. It makes your feelings a lot easier to process. 

It also makes your next move feel a lot less embarrassing. 

You put the pillow aside before crawling over to his side of the couch. You can see his face flush in embarrassment, and he questions what you’re doing. Before he can start teasing you, you lean in and kiss him, effectively shutting him up. 

It’s a quick kiss, only lasting a couple of seconds, but it conveys all of your emotions. When you pull back, Ace is smiling like the dork he is, and you’re sure you look the same. 

Without another word, Ace grabs the front of your shirt, pulling you back in for another kiss. 

Ace Trappola has been all of your firsts during your time in this world. And, hopefully, he’ll continue his streak.

[leaentries]

dangerous | jack hughes

summary: sometimes two souls crave each other more than they’d like to admit

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, friends with benefits

wc: 1.8k+

a/n: here’s a surprise jack fic! i got a surge of motivation to write for him bc he’s been lookin too fine lately🫣 i was also in the mood for something a little more sappy so this was the outcome.

You knew you shouldn’t pick up the phone, that you should send him to voicemail. Yet, the way his face mocked you from the lit-up screen was beckoning. Jack was, without a doubt, the easiest man to fall in love with, but that's what made him dangerous. 

The two of you met a few months prior, stumbling into each other during the offseason. You both immediately clicked, finding every chance to hang out. Even his brothers became close friends with you. It wasn’t until this past August when you inevitably found yourself in Jack’s bed. 

❥.

The sun was still beaming, the fleeting moments of summer holding on for dear life. You sat, sprawled out in a lawn chair at the Hughes’ lake house, soaking in what was left of the hot weather. You knew you would be leaving soon, having to go back to Jersey with Luke and Jack, but the way the lake sounded in your ears was too calming for you to care. 

With a single earbud in, you didn’t fail to hear the sneaky footsteps that inched closer from behind. 

“I can hear you, ya know.” The sound of your voice breaking the peaceful silence. 

“Man, I thought I was being quiet.” A smile graced your face at the familiar drawl of Jack’s whine. 

“You gotta try harder next time, Jacky.” You sat up fully, squinting your eyes to look up at his form that stood in front of your burning legs. 

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t act like you weren’t screaming last night.” A blush found its way to your face at his statement. While you knew he didn’t mean it the way it sounded, it still made you flustered. 

“Jeez, pretty girl, you’re starting to burn,” Jack took off the Yankees hat on his head, only to lazily plop it onto yours, “Here. That way your face is somewhat covered now.”  

You scrunched your nose, “Ugh, Jack! It’s all sweaty!” 

Jack just rolled his eyes, “Oh well, suck it up. It’s better than having to hear you complain the next few days about how sunburnt you are.” 

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“C'mon, pretty, let’s go inside before you go up in flames.” Jack sent you a smirk, before taking off in a sprint towards the back door.

“Jack!” You called as you ran after him. Upon entering the house, you attempted to catch your breath as you looked around for the blue-eyed boy. 

As if sensing your confusion, you heard Jack call from upstairs, “Up here!” 

You huffed as you trekked up the steps to his room. 

“What the hell, Ja-” You cut yourself off as Jack’s shirtless back came into view. The way his muscles rippled against his tight, tan skin left you breathless. Summer sure did look good on him. 

You took a deep breath as he turned around from his dresser, holding a familiar green bottle in his hands. 

“I went ahead and grabbed some aloe, that way we can get ahead of the burn that's definitely gonna bite you in the ass tomorrow."

You stared. 

Jack threw his hands in an impatient gesture, “Well? Come over here so I can rub this on you.” 

While you and Jack had only been friends a short time, your body still shook with nerves at the thought of his hands on you. Deciding to put on your big girl britches, you quickly shed your cover, leaving you in your bathing suit top. 

Jack moved his finger in a “turn around” motion. You roll your eyes at his impatience, “Calm down. I’m turning.”

“Not fast enough, pretty.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his haste.

Little to your knowledge, Jack’s lack of patience stemmed from his urge to touch you. He practically used every fiber to stop himself from applying the aloe to his palms embarrassingly quick.

You threw your hair up, just enough to keep it out of reach, then finally turning to face away from Jack’s awaiting form. 

“Oh!” You yelped, the cold gel making your body jolt away. Before you had a chance to ease, you felt a strong hand grasp your waist and pull you back to your previous position. 

“Gotta stay still f’me,” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, “Or else you’ll make a mess.” 

Your muscles tensed as Jack brought his hand back to your shoulder blades, applying the aloe gently. The cool tingles were soon replaced with hot ripples of pleasure as Jack’s warm palm worked. You closed your eyes, leaning back into his touch. 

“That feels so good, Jacky.” You mumbled into the air. 

You felt Jack’s hand stutter slightly before regaining its pace. “Can’t say things like that, beautiful.” He sucked in a breath, “Not with that pretty mouth.”         

Your head lifted as you stepped away from him. Jack’s eyes widened in panic, worried he had gone too far. But when you turned to him, gazing into his eyes with your lust-blown ones, he knew you felt it too. 

Jack wiped his hand on a nearby towel, before tossing it somewhere. You took a couple of steps forward, your chest now pressed against his. You could feel his heavy breathing. Jack brought his hands to your waist, bending down slightly. Your eyes flickered from his eyes down to his lips. 

“You gotta tell me to stop, pretty girl. I don’t want to do something you don’t want.” 

You shook your head, “Then don’t stop.” That was all the confirmation Jack needed before slamming your lips together in a rush of want and desperation. 

Before long, your bathing suits littered the floor and your cries filled the room. 

❥.

This was just the first of many encounters that formed the strange relationship you held with the hockey player. What started out as a one-time thing soon developed into something more and truth be told, every time Jack left your apartment he took a little piece of you with him.

You’re not one hundred percent positive when your feelings for him grew, maybe they were there the whole time, but either way, seeing Jack only caused you to get hurt. Knowing he only sees your relationship as strictly physical, ignoring the boy seemed to be your only option.

You were all too aware of the outcome if you tried to talk to him in person. There would be a lot less talking and a lot less clothing. Your eyes remained glued to your movie, opting to shut your phone off after Jack’s third missed call. You knew what he wanted, and you were too drained to make an effort. Was it the most mature option to semi-ghost him? No. Did you care? Also no. But what you did know, was that you needed a drink. 

You stalked over to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of cheap wine that Luke had somehow managed to buy. Not even bothering with a glass, you remove the cork and take the bottle back to the couch. Taking a swig, you resume your movie, trying your best to block out the electric temptation lying next to you. 

Around an hour has passed, when rapid knocks burst through your apartment. A little past tipsy, you called out, “Whoever you are,” You hiccuped, “Go the fuck away!” 

“Open the damn door, y/n.” 

You felt yourself sober up almost immediately. The harsh tone in his voice struck you. Hesitantly, you walk to the door, only slightly opening it. You cowered, sticking your head out, with a meek, “Hi, Jack.” 

Unamused, he pushed you back, careful not to hurt you, before making his way into your apartment. You stood still as he paced in your living room. Nerves coursed through your veins as he remained silent. 

“Ja-”

“Why are you ignoring me?” His question rendered you speechless. How were you supposed to tell him that you caught feelings? Your brain moved miles a minute, attempting to come up with an excuse. Yet, it turned up empty. You bit your lip as you looked away from him. 

“No. We’re not doing this. You can’t just ignore me for weeks and not have a reason.” His voice was laced with worry and anger. Jack ran a frustrated hand through his messy hair, “Did I do something to piss you off? Did I hurt you? Was it Lu-” 

You cut him off, “I caught feelings.”

Even you found yourself startled at the sudden confession. Jack halted in place, staring at you with an unreadable expression. You teetered your weight between your heels, too afraid to say anything else. You had put your entire friendship at risk with those three words. And now you might have to pay the ultimate price.

Getting scared at his silence, you begged, “Jack, say something. Please.”

He remained in place. He appeared deep in thought, before finally speaking. “How long?”

“W-what?”

“How long have you had feelings?” 

You looked at the floor, “Before we even hooked up.” 

“Jesus, Y/n” 

His tone was enough to make tears spring in your eyes. “I’m sorry! I know I should have told you. I just was so lost in the moment and how you made me feel. I know this is only physical to you and I understand if you don’t want to be fri-” 

He cut you off once more, “You think I only see you physically?” 

“Well, yeah?” Your brows furrowed, “I mean, you would practically sprint for the door every morning. It’s kinda hard to think otherwise.” 

Guilt flashed in his features, “I only ran because I didn’t want to risk you seeing my feelings for you.” Your eyes darted up to meet his. “I was so scared that I’d lose you, I just wanted to hold on to any part of you that I could. B-but when you wouldn’t talk to me I thought I screwed us up for good.” Tears began to fill Jack’s eyes. “Please tell me I haven’t lost you, pretty girl.”

“You could never lose me, Jack.” 

With two strides, Jack was pulling your body into his. Wrapping his arms tightly around your frame, you buried your head into him. 

“Don’t ever ignore me like that again. I don’t think my heart can handle a rejection from you.” 

A whimper left your lips at the desperation in his voice. You pulled away, and without another word, you slotted your lips into Jack’s. Your hands gripping into the soft material of his hoodie, holding him to you. He slowly backed you up to the wall, hand moving to cradle your jaw. 

He parted, chest heaving, “I wanna show you how much you mean to me, pretty.” With an eager nod, you returned your lips to his.

With strung clothes and lingering kisses, you finally let yourself fall for Jack, not caring how dangerous it might be. 

[didyoubringauntienat]

Sleepless Nights

(Gif not mine)

Summary: Y/n can’t sleep, now it’s Wanda’s problem

Word Count: 591 words

Warnings: fluff, Y/n being a little shit

Taglist: @stephanieromanoff @haeva @lilaloubear @natashasilverfox @marvelonmymind @natashamaximoff-69

Google Translate translations (so please tell me if it’s wrong 🥲)

Dekta: baby

Ty suka: you bitch

You have been staring at the same spot on the wall for half an hour, Wanda had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. The pillow, being your chest which quickly got uncomfortable as her chin dug into your sternum. You sigh softly as you twiddle your thumbs trying to distract yourself and hopefully to calm you down, you focused on Wanda’s face.

Usually that would help you fall back asleep with how calmed she looked and following her breathing but tonight that wasn’t the case. “Wanda…Wands… baby?” You gently shake her shoulder as you leave comically over her so your face is inches from hers.

“Mm five more minutes…”

You groan and start to poke her cheek, her hand quickly slaps your finger away. “I’m bored!” You whine before shaking her again.

“Okay! I’m up I’m up jeez…” you grin as she slowly sits up, pushing back her bed hair before hiding a yawn behind her hand. “What’s wrong dekta? Did you have a nightmare?”

She gently rubs your back as she watches you. “I’m bored.” Her hand stops as she listens before letting out a groan.

“You woke me up…” she checks the time on her phone, “At 3am! Because you’re bored?” You awkwardly smile at her as you realise how silly it does seem. “Sorry? I am trying to fall asleep but I’ve got all this pent up energy and it just won’t go away.” You pout and cross your arms, you hear Wanda chuckle at you which makes your pout deepen.

“Have you tried to get rid of some of the energy?”

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes.

“Hey! Drop the attitude I’m just asking.”

“Sorry I’m just grumpy that I can’t sleep…” you smile at her before grabbing her hand which you soon draw shapes on her palms. “I love your hands”

“Oh god” she giggles softly as she interlaces her hand with yours. “You always get so sappy when you’re running on fumes.”

You roll your eyes and jokingly push her away. “Shut up, I'm not sappy.”

“You soooo are” she grins before biting her bottom lip.

“Nuh uh”

“Yuh huh”

“You’re a baby” You huff as you turn away from her.

“You mean your baby”

“That was so corny.” You laugh as you look back at her.

“Lie down”

“Huh?”

“I said lie down” she not so gently pushes you back down before climbing onto your lap.

You smirk as your hands grip her hips. “Damn babe you surprise me more and more every day.”

She giggles before pushing your hands off. “You’re an idiot.” She brings her hand up to your forehead and red wisps slowly leave her fingertips and make their way towards you.

“Your idiot” You fight the heaviness of your eyes as you smile up at her, your hands come back and gently rub her hips.

“Yeah and I’m the corny one.” Your smile wider as she leans down and gently kisses you. “Don’t fight it baby”

“I don’t want to sleep now though…I’m enjoying this right now.”

“I know dekta but we can spend all morning talking tomorrow okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

You yawn and drop your hands. “I love you”

“I love you too.” Wanda carefully gets off your lap and lies down next to you. She watches you finally fall asleep. She lies down and sighs as she relaxes waiting for sleep to take her again. She frowns and turns to look at you, now too wide awake to go back to sleep. “Ty suka.”

[finchesslingshott]

Attempt — An Angst/Comfort Binch Oneshot !!TW: ATTEPTED SEWERSLIDE!!

WC: 487

Finch teetered on the edge of the bridge, the metal rods below him too small for his entire foot to rest on it. His arm was wrapped around the vertical beam beside him. His hat was off, stuffed into his pocket — the same pocket he’d pulled the note out of earlier.

Benny, 

I’m sorry. I really, really am. I thought I could do it. I thought I could hack it, but I can't anymore. Not like this.

I love you, Benjamin Barrett Davenport. I love you more than anything in this world. I love you like the sun loves the stars, the ocean loves the moon, and all those other sappy phrases said in poems. You're one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met — funny, genuine, caring, kind, intelligent, and so many other things. I don’t think I could ever love anyone more.

That’s why I’m letting you go. I’m letting you free. I don't want you to have to suffer on my behalf, because you don't deserve that. You don't deserve having to help me with breakdowns, listen to my rants, comfort me after nightmares. 

You deserve so much more. Please know that.

Tell Race this isn’t his fault, please. I know he’ll think it is. Tell Davey he can go far in this world, if he just believes in himself. Tell Mush to never stop being so loving, that he deserves the entire world. 

This isn’t your fault either. Know that. It’s all me.

I’m sorry again, just know this is for the better. For both of us.

I love you, angel. I’ll always be close.

♡, your birdie

Finch had every letter of that note memorized. And he hated that he did.

The wind was rushing around him, blowing his hair around. He let out a shaky breath, looking down. Jeez, that was a long way down.

He took another breath, closing his eyes as he let it out. He kept his eyes closed as he lifted his right foot, dangling it out over the edge. 

Someone grabbed his elbow, tugging him back off of the ledge. He stumbled, letting out a yelp of surprise as he was pulled back onto the solid ground of the sidewalk of the bridge. He started to protest, but the familiar scent of coffee, clean linens, and vanilla stopped him in his tracks. He looked up as the mysterious person cupped his face in his hands, forcing Finch to look up. He met electric blue eyes, overflowing with tears. Finch recognised those eyes, loved those eyes with everything in him.

“Angel…?”

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again,” Buttons whispered, his voice cracking as he held Finch’s face in his trembling hands.

Finch crumpled, letting Buttons pull him into his arms, the two sobbing together.

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be.”

“I don't know what I was thinking, Benji.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[shinyhappysims]

Thursday, 10:44 PM, 1312 21 Chic Street Apartments, San Myshuno

long, sappy post ahead🥲

Khalil: *sigh*

Simone: What’s up?

Khalil: You remember Justin Rose from high school?

Simone: Yeah, why?

Khalil: Look! He’s posting all those weird conspiracy theories on Social Bunny.

Simone: I’d be more surprised if you showed me someone from high school who wasn’t.

Khalil: Hmm. We were good friends back then so I just expected better from him I guess. But anyway, thanks for coming to see me. I’ve been super busy lately and it’s been really nice to just chill with you.

Simone: I bet. How’s it feel getting three lead roles in a row?

Khalil: Honestly? I’m just getting started.

Simone: That’s such a Khalil answer— oof!

Khalil: I’m sorry, did I hit you? Wait… you’re ticklish? You’re fucking ticklish!

Simone: STOP! *laughing* KHALIL STOP!

Khalil: Alright, alright. Jeez. Calm down. I stopped a while ago.

Simone: I hate you. Literally.

Khalil: Oh, is that so? I seem to remember quite the opposite.

Simone: …What do you mean?

Khalil: Senior year, you wrote in my yearbook that you liked me but never could admit it. And you tried to scratch it out, but your pen was running out of ink so I could still make out what you wrote.

Simone: Oh wow, that’s so embarrassing.

Khalil: Nah. It’s not embarrassing at all. Um, Simone? You wouldn’t happen to still feel that way do you?

Simone: I… don’t think I’ve really thought about it since then.

Khalil: It’s a yes or no question.

Simone: Ugh, fine… Yeah, I still have feelings for you.

Khalil: Good. Because I have feelings for you too.

Simone: Seriously?

Khalil: I’m so serious. Let me show you.

later…

Simone: So what does this make us?

Khalil: I’m not sure. I mean you’re in Windenburg, and I’m here. You’re busy with your fashion design stuff and I’m busy with theater stuff.

Simone: This isn’t gonna work is it?

Khalil: I want it to.

Simone: But it’s not going to. At least not right now. And that’s okay.

Khalil: It’s not okay. I wanna be with you.

Simone: Fine. Maybe it’s not okay. But I’ll always love you, Khalil Kamal. I promise.

[leviathans-watching]

mfil - 27

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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

when you finally finish with diavolo and barbatos, lunch is practically ready. you follow the brothers into the dining room, hesitating to choose a seat.

thankfully, satan, noticing your struggle, nods to the one next to him. “this is usually asmo’s but, you know, since he’s not eating with us and all you’re more than welcome to it.”

“they’re welcome to it even when he is eating with us,” leviathan snorts and mammon chuckles. you awkwardly smile. they all know you’re only fake dating him, right? then why are they treating you like this?

“this all looks amazing,” you say as beel begins to bring out plates from the kitchen. “thank you so much.”

“you’re welcome,” lucifer replies, then makes a  noise in the back of his throat. “beel! stop eating off of my plate and give it to me already.”

beelzebub shrugs unapologetically, setting the plate down. you look down at your own plate, wondering if he’d had any of it. well, maybe it was better not to know.

“so, how’s the, ah, dating goin’?” mammon asks, feigning casualty poorly, and belphegor snickers. “he treating you alright?”

“um, well, asmodeus is asmodeus,” you try. “he’s better than he was before, i guess?”

“i still don’t see why you agreed to the stupid deal,” belphegor chimes in. “i can’t imagine anyone’d put up with him for free.”

“yeah,” leviathan agrees. “so, mc, what are you getting out of the deal?”

“i mean, it’s asmo, so it’s probably something special,” mammon cracks, wiggling his eyebrows, and you cant help but make a face.

“ew, no, nothing like that,” you say quickly. “and as for the exact terms, i’m sorry, but if asmo hasn’t told you he must have a good reason for keeping them to himself.”

“but–” belphegor begins, but lucifer holds up a hand.

“let’s respect mc’s privacy and not pressure them, alright? i’m sure they already deal with enough from asmo.”

you can’t tell if that’s a joke or not.

“honestly, you guys should be taking advantage of the situation more.” satan looks around the table, and you remember asmo telling you that his brothers were not only mischievous but also looking forward to seeing the whole situation blowing up in his face. you should probably take what they tell you with a grain of salt. “it doesn't really seem like you’re dating in my opinion. where’s the pda, the sappy posts, the getting caught kissing in the stairwell. you need to step up your game.”

“for real! i can't believe anyone’s buying it,” levi agrees. “i feel like everyone’s expecting asmo to be really touchy and clingy to his partner so they might be skeptical if he’s not that way with you.”

“really?” you ask, widening your eyes. you don’t buy it for a second. they’re just trying to a) make you look like a weirdo by asking asmodeus to “step up the game” or b) trying to get blackmail material on asmo. “you don’t think people believe it?”

lucifer catches your eye and you know he doesn’t buy you for a second. but he only smiles, the slightest twitch of his lip, then takes a sip of his drink. what an interesting guy.

“i think you could get into a sticky situation of you don’t make sure there’s absolutely no room for doubt,” satan hedges.

“i see. thank you for the advice, i’ll definitely take it up with asmo,” you say, and jeez, all of them have the worst poker faces ever.

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[artzychic27]

2000s Powerpuff Girls quotes?

Monarch: Splendidly evil, isn’t it?

Evillustrator: Evil? How about stupid?! Yes, thanks to your foolishness, we will be reduced to nothing! Nothing! Like the amount of intelligence inside your head! Nothing! Like the amount of respect I get after five seasons on this show!

—

Gabriel: No! You are not the more evil parent, you are the more stupid parent, which makes you unfit to control your sentimonster!

Tomoe: Is not so!

Gabriel: Is so!

Tomoe: Not so!

Gabriel: Is so!

Tomoe: Not so!

Gabriel: Is so!

Tomoe: Not so!

Gabriel: Is so!

Tomoe: Not so!

Adrien/Kagami: SHUT UP!

Adrien: We don’t care which one of you is more eviler, or more stupider, or whateverer!

—

Reshma: Hey, you haven’t lost just yet. You’ve just been attacking the problem from the wrong angle. Listen. What do boys fear more than anything in the world?

Sabrina: … Bugs?

Chloe: No, Sabrina. That’s what you’re afraid of.

Sabrina: Oh, yeah.

Reshma: Look, you girls have what boys fear most. Instead of fighting, try being nice.

Akuma Class Girls: What?!

Reshma: You know. “Nice”.

Rose: *Giggles*

Marinette: Oh! I get it!

Alix: Ew, gross!

—

Max: *After pulling the lever for the hundredth time, everything goes back to normal* Hmm… No. *About the pull the lever again*

Kim: NO! WAIT, NO!

Alix: That’s right! That’s right!

Max: *Cheekily* Hee hee hee.

—

Ladybug: We girls gotta look out for each other!

Ryuko: Oh, really? *She, Rena Rouge, and Purple Tigress step out from the shadows* Was Volpina looking out for me when she stabbed me with my own sword?

Purple Tigress: Was she looking out for me when she broke my arm?

Rena Rouge: Was she looking out for me when she stole my look? *Purple Tigress and Ryuko look at her strangely* … Well, she did!

—

Cosette: *Glaring at Lila* I can’t take another day of this!

Ismael: Yeah! And just look at what she’s done to Marc!

Marc: *In the fetal position* I’m not a lanky crybaby. I’m not a lanky crybaby. I’m not a lanky crybaby.

—

Simon: *After the Lie-based sentimonster shrinks* Well, I’m all out of lies.

Lacey: Me, too.

Simon: Your turn, Marc.

Marc: … *Whistles innocently*

Aurore: Come on! We did it!

Jean: Just tell the truth!

Denise: We’re counting on you.

Mireille: We can’t do it without you.

Marc: … All right! All right! I’m the one who accidentally poured salt in your coffees! I’m the one who drank the juice straight out of the carton! I’m the one who didn’t wipe up the pen ink! And I’m the one who left the toilet seat up and blamed it on Ismael!

Cosette: What?

Reshma: What?

Ismael: What was that last thing?

—

Ismael: Well, how do you know it’s a girl?

Alix: Squirrels eat nuts, stupid!

—

Austin Q: Don’t worry, M. Grotke. I was an accident, too.

—

Marinette: I guess we shouldn't judge someone by what they look like.

Rose: Even if they're as ugly as you.

—

Nathaniel: What are we gonna do?

*Later*

Nathaniel: *Wearing Austin Q’s clothes and some platform sneakers* Well, how do I look?

Austin Q: *In his underwear* Boy, do you look dumb!

Ivan: Need we say more?

—

Austin B: For a second there, I thought you were turning all sappy on us.

Austin A: Yeah, and “dumb”? Jeez, Quinny, if you’re gonna do graffiti, at least spell the words right. Sheesh! Talk about dumb.

Austin T: Yeah, what a dum-bee.

—

Adrien: So, that was actually you in front of the school?

Nathaniel: Uh-huh.

Kim: Which means you ate that cockroach?!

Nathaniel: Mm-hmm.

Austin A: Yeah, and it was really disgusting! I almost blew chunks!

Nino: *Runs into the classroom* Dude! I could barely contain myself hiding in the closet!

Adrien: Nino, Nath ate a cockroach!

Nino: *Gags* Dude. I am so sorry.

Nathaniel: That’s okay. It tasted like chicken.

—

*Guys Sleepover at Adrien’s house!*

Max: I’m sure it was just a one time thing, and everything will be back to normal tomorrow morning. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get some rest. Goodnight.

Narrator: The City of Paris-!

*The guys stare at a wet spot on the bed*

Narrator: Oh, not again!

Kim: See, Ivan?! I knew it was you!

Ivan: Oh, yeah? How do you know it wasn’t Adrien?

Adrien: Kim, I bet it was you! You were the first one to point the finger!

Kim: Oh, yeah? Well Nino was the most distracted yesterday!

Nino: Oh, really? Well, Nathaniel has more problems than all of us combined!

Max: True.

Nathaniel: Oh, thats funny! Coming from the guy who slept right in the middle of the bed!

Nino: WHAT?!

—

Jagged: Uh… How do we do that?

Pigella: Well, how do you think?

Mme. Bustier: I would use my superpowers!

Jagged: Or a Mirage!

Nora: That’s stupid! Use Sublimation!

CapriKid: Oh my God. You people don’t have superpowers like us, so you have to use your own normal powers! Now, how do you get a sentimonster to stop destroying your town?

Jagged: Destroy him!

Citizens: Yes! Destroy him!

Roi Singe: Good. But how are you going to destroy him?

Jagged: … We don’t know!

Citizens: Yes! We don’t know!

Purple Tigress: Well, the sentimonster is stuck in the electrical wires, so what doesn’t mix well with electricity?

Mme. Bustier: Uh… Feet!

Bob Roth: Frankenstein!

Jagged: A rubber chicken!

Miraculous Heroes: *Facepalm*

Rooster Bold: This is going to be tougher than I thought.

Ladybug: Let’s try this another way.

Chat Noir: Got it. Hey! Why shouldn’t you put a toaster in a bathtub?!

Anarka: Well, duh! You wouldn’t be able to make toast in the kitchen!

M. Ramier: Yeah. You would have to go to the bathroom every time you you wanted toast. What a waste of time!

Viperion: … Why shouldn’t you put a toaster in a bathtub full of WATER?!

M. Ramier: Because your toast would get soggy!

Jagged: So! If we can get the sentimonster to take a bath… Then his toast will get soggy!

Mme. Bustier: Yeah! That’s how we destroy him! Get his toast soggy!

Carapace: NO! What would happen if YOU were in a bathtub when the toaster fell in?!

Nadja: Um, you, uh… Get shocked?

Miraculous Heroes: Yes! Now you have it!

Jagged: So! If we can get the sentimonster to take a bath, then he will get shocked!

Roger: But where are we going to find a bathtub to fit the sentimonster?

Nadja: And where do we get a toaster?

Mme. Bustier: Do you have a toaster?

Nadja: I don’t have a toaster.

Jagged: Does anyone have a toaster?!

Ryuko: There’s another way! You already have your toaster! It’s the electrical wire wrapped around the sentimonster! Now, what do you fill a bathtub with?

Citizens: Water?

Pegasus: Very good!

Firefighter: *Holding a hose* Where the heck are we going to get that much water?

Miraculous Heroes: Figure it out!

[medicine-and-molly]

6 and 13 for the ask game <3

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

oh jeez we’re starting sappy. three physical nice things:

i have really pretty hair, in terms of both color and texture

one of my favorite physical traits are my eyes, they’re not particularly special and in fact look tired most of the time, but i think they’re pretty haha

my friend told me i have a nice neck one time so i suppose that’ll be the third thing

three non-physical things:

i care so much about my friends and loved ones to the point i would do literally anything if they asked me to

i think im funny. other people might disagree but at the very least i make myself laugh

i’m super dedicated to things; i try really hard to be as good as i can be at any hobby or task i care about

13. what’s your comfort food?

i’ve had a. complicated relationship with food. to say the least, but uhh idk i like a lot of foods! my comfort food from home is my mom’s chana or rajma, and ig my comfort food that i can make well on my own is soup or pasta. wait does coffee count? if coffee counts then coffee i love coffee im sorry

thanks for the asks @theladyinwhite13 <3

[alphinias]

Alright Jacey girl back and better than ever!!!

Fresh off of season 3 and WOW. Just wow. Absolutely loved that development. So natural and so angsty just truly amazing as you seemed to imply.

I was sold pretty much the whole time esp since I started the show for them but I was really sold just by the little details and nuances they added in, both scripted and probably unscripted from the actors (which I found out they actually dated in real life so of course that’s just the cherry on top). A natural friends to lovers transition that was tangible.

Also I don’t necessarily hate Dawson like most people seem to but he’s certainly not my favorite person and I could do with less screen time for him and his usually selfish actions.

And random ramble here but thank GOD that Henry guy left I hated him and Jen! Not sure most viewer’s stance on them but it’s just a hard no from me. Maybe a little sappy and puppy dog cute at first but jeez as the season went on I was so annoyed by him and how all he liked about her was the image of who she was and idk they tried to make it like he was the first boy to really see her and love her for her but I just didn’t buy it. He was borderline creepy and stalkerish to me 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ahhh yay I’m glad you enjoyed it!! It’s such a fun ride. I wish I could watch it for the first time again so I’m pretty jealous that you just got to 😂

Yesss they dated irl! I believe it was a really brief period during S1 but their chemistry and genuine friendship they must have built off that dating really shines through in the acting. They nailed the little details and the yearning and pining and that’s something that’s always gonna make me feral.

Oh I’m absolutely a Dawson hater. I never forgave him after his birthday episode. Before that I thought he was a bit cringe and sometimes annoying but tolerable for the most part. After that it was just a continuous loop of him bouncing back to do something to piss me off every time I started to forget how he acted lol. And I agree about the Henry thing! I actually shipped it a little bit at first but it got very weird. It’s amazing how few shows actually nail the guy with an “obsession” with the cool girl out of his league and make it a good ship. No one and I mean no one has done that type of thing like Stydia, which is the ship that always inclines me to try to give the trope a chance at first I think.

[lavender-annd-lilac]

OP: Not a romantic relationship type of person? Just wait for the next fic, it’ll be disgustingly sappy 😈

Me: challenge accepted!!! Watch me viciously misinterpret everything while (hopefully 😬) still interacting respectfully with the source material 🤡

It's a weird feeling, he can't let go of it. Definitely something he hasn't felt for quite some time. Eighty years maybe, perhaps longer - if ever.

Alexa, play

Do any of the following describe how u feel?

Reading Pornhub's terms of service

going for a drive

obeying all the traffic laws in Grand Theft Auto V

Total disassociation, fully out your mind

Googling "derealization", hating what you find

That unapparent summer air in early fall

The quiet comprehending of the ending of it all

the way his heart constantly hammers in his chest for absolutely no reason, how the blood rushes past his ears every time he sits down

Lol I have this too I think it’s called… hypotension?

Wait let me check WebMD…

how he's started downright fumbling with his switchblade during training sessions

Ok I know what this is for real tho

the constant buzzing in his brain so he can't concentrate at all.

Me: lol ok boomer, I saw someone with this exact problem holding up the line at the Apple Store. Just take off your AirPods for a sec, and adjust your radio station to the correct fm/am setting 🙄 jeez

Bucky cannot escape the constant worried glances even though he has assured his best friend repeatedly that nothing's wrong

Steve: hey Sam, do u notice anything… weird with Bucky lately?

Sam: dude, I’m so glad u said something, is it just me, or he does he seem like… a little pregnant with Ebola?? 😬😬😬

Then comes the weird behaviour from Wanda who starts smiling at him more and more mysteriously, constantly fixing him very specific seats at the dinner table

Lmaooo bc I’m a bad person I’m imagining this as like “A Beautiful Mind” type scenario where everyone is acting normal but he’s just interpreting things in a conspiracy-minded way

😂😂😂

Wanda just gives him the regular awkward white person expression (lol I’m Asian but I do this too😭) but he sees it as this cryptic Mona Lisa smile

And then any time she asks him to sit he’s like, 🤔“this is the 3rd seat from the head of the table, last time it was the 5th seat counterclockwise from the…”

(Also, isn’t every seat technical a specific seat??)

inviting him out for all sorts of team-evenings even though she damn well knows he won't participate

Haha they are mandatory team activities that everyone has to attend, but he’s like why would they ask ME, an antisocial person, to go to this group event??? What are they planning??

And to Bucky's annoyance, it doesn't take Sam long before he too picks up on it and starts sending him the same type of irritating looks.

Sam: hey can u pass the salt pls

Bucky: what do you mean “pass” the “salt”?? And why did u blink once after your sentence?

🤨

He reckons he could just ask them what the fuck is going on, but he really doesn't want to give Sam the satisfaction

Yeah no, that’s definitely worth losing your mind over for sure.

he quietly agrees with your whispered ramblings about what you find dumb with the movie that Wanda picked

Me: Whoa whoa whoa, if u are just going to talk shit about the host’s tastes in movies, u might as well LEAVE 😤😤😤

My guests: we all came here after u lied about there being an emergency, and then u made us sit down and watch Lars von Trier’s depressing ass “Golden Heart” trilogy which just coincidentally happened to be playing on TV…

Me: I WILL NOT STAND HERE AND BE INSULTED by people who paid for a ticket to see the Transformer movies in theatres 😡 How dare u disgrace my home with your presence

Guests: …u took all our car keys and locked us in

when Natasha shushes you

lol I also hire Nat as the reverse bouncer… to keep people from leaving my movie night.

ME: none of you are leaving until you can tell me the main motifs in Dogville

Guests: wait, that’s not even in this trilogy??

Me: oh ya, I have it on blu ray we’ll watch it next. Just wanted to familiarize y’all with his oeuvre before really getting into it 🤠

Bucky feels his facial muscles contract and the skin around his eyes crinkle as he involuntarily bares his teeth in... a smile?

It makes his heart pound so wildly that he can't even hear the sound effects of the fighting scene

They are watching Shrek and the “fighting scene” is Shrek arguing with Donkey in the swamp

fear that he's about to go into cardiac arrest

Sooooo…. I was going to make an insensitive comment about how he was being stupid bc if he was having a heart attack he would know bc he would feel a sharp pain in his left arm, but then I remembered… 😬😬😬

sending a confused Steve away when he stops by a few hours later

Steve: Shrek has such universal humour, there’s something in it for everyone!!! You really didn’t find it enjoyable at all?? It has 88% on Rotten Tomatoes!!!

🍅🍅🍅

As he lies alone in the dark, he can't stop thinking about your soft hands on his tainted skin

Me: yeah, who sticks their hand in a bucket of popcorn, and then touches another person with their greasy little paws 🤢 rude af!!! Fucking Purell urself before making contact with my epidermis PLS 😡

The small amount of sanity I have left: I… I think u might be misinterpreting this scene?? 😓

but at least he doesn't feel like he's having a heart attack anymore.

Ok but like how would he even know if… nevermind 😮‍💨

the intruding thoughts invite nightmare after nightmare to occupy his already rattled mind

Ok well… just tell ur intruding thoughts to recind the invitation. Or hang up more garlic in your brain. Or like, don’t let ur intruding thoughts answer the door? Everyone knows nightmares can’t come in without an explicit invitation. Or cross running water… maybe u should hydrate more?

an endless loop of fear and frustration

Huh, Spotify recommended me that exact playlist the other day!! Gotta love those My Chemical Romance bangerz

the all-consuming nightmare is easily pushed away by the abrupt realisation that he looks like shit

Vanity, mankind’s greatest fear 🥲

Even Cleopatra chose her method of death based on what would leave her the least mangled or bloated or gross looking

🐍🐍🐍

but now he suddenly cannot believe he's kept his hair this greasy and unkempt for so long

Bucky thinks he’s making progress in self care, when really, the subliminal Herbal Essences advertising has finally started to kick in

He looks older, less attractive, a shadow of the charming man he'd once been,

Wait… how could this happen??? There’s no way he could actually have gotten older and less attractive and more traumatized, unless… unless time isn’t just a social construct, but a REAL THING that changes us biologically!!!

FUCK!!! DOES TONY STARK KNOW ABOUT THIS???

borrowing half a tube of Steve's 3-in-1 shampoo, nightmare already long forgotten

Ok buddy, maybe your nightmare is over, but mine has just begun.

😱😱😱

THREE IN ONE???? There’s only 2 possible products for your hair - cleaning (shampoo) and conditioning (conditioner, masks). Wth is this third thing??

😰😰😰

If it’s a shampoo/conditioner/BODY WASH…

🤯🤯🤯

Why the heck are men’s products like this? All their stuff is like “17-in-1 dish soap, laundry detergent, shampoo/conditioner, window washer fluid, car oil, rust protector, grill cleaner”

While women will be advertised shit like “this serum is specifically formulated for use after our purifying clay mask, and gentle foam cleanser! Carefully apply it under your left eye each night, followed by the serum recommended for use under your right eye, followed by our overnight hydrating moisturizer!!”

The newly washed, weirdly voluminous mop on top of his head makes Sam laugh annoyingly loud, and he calls Bucky Goldilocks for days

Has Sam not read Goldilocks? I mean, I’m not exactly the most astute reader, but I feel like it was less about her hair and more about her breaking and entering and getting away with it bc of her human privilege.

verge of vowing to never lather his stupid hair with shampoo again

Dude u aren’t even lathering ur hair with shampoo. 3-in-1 is not shampoo 😩😩😩 idk what it is but it’s not shampoo

Bucky feels a small hand slowly rake its tiny fingers through his thick strands of unfamiliarly soft hair

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 = me hyperventilating at the thought of someone just touching my hair without following the standard procedure (waiting for my approval after submitting: their CV (along with 6 reference letters), medical health records, vaccination history, criminal record, and psychological profile.)

Also me: *sees a stray dog/cat on true street and just pets it without even introducing myself*

he starts washing his hair every other day

Bro u are overwashing tbh. I’ll let Herbal Essences know to turn down the subliminal ads just a touch.

he makes sure to always put on a clean shirt

Wait what. There is a difference btwn clean shirt and fresh shirt… If I wear a teletubbies shirt to sleep, and then change into work clothes in the morning, and then change back into the teletubbies shirt at night, it’s not a “fresh” shirt but I would say it’s still a pretty clean shirt.

Has he not been wearing clean clothes? Like is there actual debris or human detritus on the clothes he usually wears??? What does this mean???

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

My brain: let’s not get caught up in the details… it’s not about how clean is shirt actually is… it’s about the effort he’s making, to present himself to others, the small steps he is taking towards looking after himself😊

Me: STFU bitch, I know my psychiatrist bribed u with serotonin u traitor. Don’t come at me with that small steps positivity shit 😒

My brain: dude… what??? It’s not a bribe, it’s your medication lol🙄

Me: sit ur ass down Judas. We’re watching the directors cut of Melancholia after this

Suddenly, it's important to him to look presentable, though he cannot for the life in him figure out why

Me: about to launch into a Whole Thing about how our idea of body image is skewed by advertising, social media, etc.

My brain: WAIT! …if u do this it will make u tired and then u will miss all that gloomy, unsettling stuff u love so much in whatever Lars von Trier film u plan on watching after Melancholia

Me: hm… u are right. It’s going to be “Antichrist” btw

Brain: 🫠👍

it's a mystery, a totally weird obsession that's gnawing little holes in the cortex of his brain, driving him up the wall, until one morning he wakes up from the loveliest dream he's ever had

The one where you brush your teeth and none of them fall out into the sink?? The one where u spit after brushing your teeth and the sink isn’t filled with blood??

Still half-asleep, he hasn't been paying the dull tightness between his legs much attention until he accidentally brushes his hand over the area just to feel a bulge much more prominent than usual.

Me: *gears in mind turning*

Brain: don’t do it. DO NOT. I know u had to repeat anatomy one summer so u feel like u have to make practical use of that knowledge somehow, but DON’T!!

Me: ….ok

Brain: 😳 wait rly??

Me: …so when males experience “morning wood” or whatever euphemism you want to use for having an erection upon waking

Brain: *internally screaming*

Me: it isn’t always the result of sexual arousal. There are many factors that contribute to this phenomenon, including testosterone levels (usually highest in the morning), your parasympathetic nervous system, or even a full bladder pressing against your sacral nerve (part of the parasympathetic NS that controls digestion and sexual arousal).

In fact, a morning erection is more likely to be the result of your body’s physiology, rather than your psychology! 🤓

We see examples of this in men who experience morning wood, but find themselves unable to perform sexually in other circumstances. This would be a case where their “erectile dysfunction” is likely due to psychological factors like stress, instead of vascular or anatomical issues in the body.

Therefore, if a male is otherwise physically healthy, morning wood is something he should experience more or less regularly.

Please note, however, that this erection may occur before the individual is fully awake, and since it tends to subside quickly, one may be under the impression that they don’t experience this phenomenon at all if they are not fully conscious enough to witness it (as might be the case with the patient in this scenario).

Brain: what patient?

Me: That would be a Mr. J Bar- wait, I can’t tell u who it is! That would be a HIPPA violation. Nice try tho 😏

Not even in his many lonely and sleepless nights had he been able to get as much as a twitch out of his dick, and now he hasn't even done anything

Me: DUH!!! It’s that thing where if u watch the water it won’t boil!!!! 🙄🙄🙄

Brain: didn’t u just give a long, unnecessary TED talk based on science??

Me: ya, so??

Brain: 🤦‍♀️

pretty, red little mouths

Me: wait mouths plural? That’s a bit… idk like the indescribable horrors that HP Lovecraft sometimes describes but ok 🤷‍♀️ whatever does it for u man

the smell of popcorn hanging thickly in the air.

Huh… not sure that’s the kind of Pavlovian response u want to encourage. Popcorn is a pretty common smell to be aroused by

Lost in the feeling, he imagines the scent of your perfume, your cute little laugh, your kind nature, how you make him want to be a better man.

I feel like I just micro-dosed a hallmark movie haha. There’s a tagline somewhere in there I think 🤩

Yet, he still cannot piece together the puzzle

Wait I’m lost here too, what is the puzzle he’s trying to figure out? Like why he suddenly feels this way outta nowhere?

HAHAHA bro, poets and philosophers have been asking that same question for millennia 😂

Brain: pls… can u be more sensitive about this? Some people have feelings. 😭😭😭

Me: oh ya, like who 🤨

Brain: … well idk how to tell actually, but I’m pretty sure they are real and other people experience them. 👽

Me: no ur prob right. Let him have fun with his puzzle

The sweating, the heart pumping, the smiling, all the weird symptoms started the minute you sat down next to him and told him your name

Me: Holy shit, Ebola pregnancy is contagious and spread by airborne particles 😳😳😳

Brain: too soon, COVID is still a thing rn dude

Me: don’t worry, no one reads this shit except the government agent that was assigned to monitor our online activities ever since we started googling various true crime topics.

It's different from the love he feels towards Steve,

The thousands of Stucky shippers on this site:

He feels stupid but he has to say something, doesn't he?

Bucky: hey uh… so….do u ever wonder how Teflon sticks to the pan if nothing is supposed to stick to Teflon?

An eternity of worried, silent seconds follow, but when you finally put down the pan and look up at him, it's with a smile as if he's hung the stars, and the moon, and the fucking sun itself in the sky.

When u feel bad about someone’s lame joke so u overcompensate your reaction

Don’t do this. This is how [insert name of ur last fav comic here] become famous.

His heart stops

LOL omg I wish u ended it here bc

Spoilers for “A Single Man” (seriously don’t read unless u don’t care about spoilers or plan to never see this movie bc it’s two thumbs up, very worth watching)

⚠️⚠️⚠️

Basically in this movie the Colin Firth character struggles with depression after his bf dies, and he spends the majority of the film contemplating suicide.

He actually like sets out his will and all his legal documents on a table, and then goes inside a sleeping bag covered in a plastic tarp and tries to shoot himself in this hilarious scene bc he’s trying to be so considerate about it - like, minimizing the amount of cleanup the police will have to do etc. but in the end he can’t do it (but still wants to).

Then he has this like these borderline inappropriate encounters with one of his male students (nothing actually sexual happens but I guess there is ~chemistry?), and realizes that there are ppl in his life who care for him.

So then he decides to live life again and he’s in his kitchen by himself, and he purposely takes bread out of the freezer to defrost (he put the bread in their earlier when he was planning to off himself so it wouldn’t go bad and maybe the housekeeper could take it or something lol) and is preparing for his day with a newfound enthusiasm….

And then he literally goes into cardiac arrest for real and dies lmaoooo 🤣🤣🤣

I described that super flippantly but it’s legit one of my fav movies that is very poignant in a lot of ways, but not heavy like my other fav film “Melancholia”. “A Single Man” is deliberately written with a bit of humour (I know it’s not my brain twisting the scenarios into funny situations bc I saw it in theatres and the crowd laughed) but still handles depression and suicide in a very like idk, affecting way…

SPOILERS OVER

Anyway, I just thought it would be funny if u ended the story like that bc even tho ppl might be mad I think it would have been like this beautiful irony 🥲

But maybe not bc he would have died right in front of her and that would be traumatic so nvm 🤪

Actually I like your ending a lot better

And that's when it truly dawns on him. Pulse suddenly springing back to life and pounding faster than ever before, he knows what he has to do. He has to make you his.

Bc it leaves it open like, maybe reader was just being a friendly person trying to make friends with the loner guy, and now he’s OBSESSED and it becomes a stalker/swim fan thing. Who knows??

Or they could be like happy and stuff.

But idk that last line seems mega predatory like I’ll make it my one mission in life to make u love me and I’ll chainsaw anyone who gets in my way kinda vibes.

(In my opinion)

But also could just be like a very normal romantic kind of love.

It’s 50/50 tbh

Side Effects (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Not remembering what falling in love feels like, Bucky thinks the side effects of the serum have finally caught up with him.

Words: 2K

Just another fluffy fluffshot 💕 (does contain 18+ only themes)

It's a weird feeling, he can't let go of it. Definitely something he hasn't felt for quite some time. Eighty years maybe, perhaps longer - if ever.

At first, he thinks he's finally feeling some delayed side effects of the serum, the way his heart constantly hammers in his chest for absolutely no reason, how the blood rushes past his ears every time he sits down for dinner and immediately loses his appetite, how he's started downright fumbling with his switchblade during training sessions, the constant buzzing in his brain so he can't concentrate at all.

He's asked Steve about it, but he's not feeling anything out of the ordinary, and now, full of regret, Bucky cannot escape the constant worried glances even though he has assured his best friend repeatedly that nothing's wrong.

...at least he doesn't think so.

Then comes the weird behaviour from Wanda who starts smiling at him more and more mysteriously, constantly fixing him very specific seats at the dinner table, inviting him out for all sorts of team-evenings even though she damn well knows he won't participate. And to Bucky's annoyance, it doesn't take Sam long before he too picks up on it and starts sending him the same type of irritating looks.

He starts wondering if the side effects make him look… different? Loopy? As goddamn weird as he feels? Maybe they're silently worried he's losing his marbles too? He reckons he could just ask them what the fuck is going on, but he really doesn't want to give Sam the satisfaction. So, he ignores them as much as he can, silently fearing what side effect might show its ugly face next.

He keeps mostly to himself for a few days - and it seems to make him feel a little bit better - but when Steve urges him to come down for movie-night, he knows he must say yes so he won't arouse even more suspicion with his best friend. So Bucky reluctantly accepts.

It works. Steve looks bright and happy as Wanda places Bucky on the couch between you and Steve, and even Bucky must admit, that he could have been assigned a worse seat. For once, he's actually happy he came out for movie-night as he quietly agrees with your whispered ramblings about what you find dumb with the movie that Wanda picked, but when Natasha shushes you and you laugh and lean close to him, popcorn-stuffed mouth and all, the next weird side effect comes to life.

You have your full attention turned on him and suddenly Bucky feels his facial muscles contract and the skin around his eyes crinkle as he involuntarily bares his teeth in... a smile? Oh God, a genuinely happy smile accompanied by a low, dopey chuckle. He almost scares himself, and he's happy that the only person that can make out his goofy expression in the dark is you, and that you don't make a fuss about it but just smile even brighter as you interlock your arm with his, face slowly turning back to the screen. It makes his heart pound so wildly that he can't even hear the sound effects of the fighting scene over the fear that he's about to go into cardiac arrest.

Firmly believing that he's definitely losing it now, he retreats to his room and shuts the door close behind him, sending a confused Steve away when he stops by a few hours later.

As he lies alone in the dark, he can't stop thinking about your soft hands on his tainted skin no matter how hard he tries to concentrate on anything else. It makes his heart squeeze tight and ease up at the same time, and he's not sure if he likes it or not, but at least he doesn't feel like he's having a heart attack anymore.

He goes back to barricading himself in his room, worrying about his declining sanity to such an extent that the intruding thoughts invite nightmare after nightmare to occupy his already rattled mind. For a few days, it seems to go around in an endless loop of fear and frustration, but then, one morning, while he's doing his breathing exercises in the bathroom mirror, the all-consuming nightmare is easily pushed away by the abrupt realisation that he looks like shit.

Weird, he can't even remember the last time he cared as much as a ripe fig about what he looked like, but now he suddenly cannot believe he's kept his hair this greasy and unkempt for so long. He looks older, less attractive, a shadow of the charming man he'd once been, so with new-found purpose to start looking just half-decent again, he quickly undresses and jumps in the shower, borrowing half a tube of Steve's 3-in-1 shampoo, nightmare already long forgotten.

The newly washed, weirdly voluminous mop on top of his head makes Sam laugh annoyingly loud, and he calls Bucky Goldilocks for days.

It takes everything inside him to not sock Sam in the kisser, and he's on the verge of vowing to never lather his stupid hair with shampoo again, but one morning while he's sitting alone at the kitchen counter drinking his morning coffee, Bucky feels a small hand slowly rake its tiny fingers through his thick strands of unfamiliarly soft hair. With electricity coursing through his veins, he thinks to himself that Sam can stick it. That hearing you say he looks good while feeling your tiny fingers on top of his scalp is worth every Goldilocks-comment from Sam. So he starts washing his hair every other day, hoping to dear God that you'll do it again. He stops wearing his cap inside, and he makes sure to always put on a clean shirt. Suddenly, it's important to him to look presentable, though he cannot for the life in him figure out why.

For several weeks, it's a mystery, a totally weird obsession that's gnawing little holes in the cortex of his brain, driving him up the wall, until one morning he wakes up from the loveliest dream he's ever had. Still half-asleep, he hasn't been paying the dull tightness between his legs much attention until he accidentally brushes his hand over the area just to feel a bulge much more prominent than usual.

Immediately, his eyelids shoot up, and he grows dizzy from the quick awakening as he stares down at the unfamiliar sight that he honestly hadn't expected to ever see again. Not believing neither the feeling against his fingertips nor the unbelievable desire to be touched, he has to pinch himself just to make sure he isn't dreaming still, but the bulge in his boxers stays put. Up until that moment he'd otherwise been positive that he would remain broken for good. Not even in his many lonely and sleepless nights had he been able to get as much as a twitch out of his dick, and now he hasn't even done anything, and the erection's just staring straight at him, throbbing, and screaming, and begging to be touched.

Suddenly excited and yearning to feel some much needed release for the first time since 1943, he pushes down the fabric of his boxers and grabs himself by the root, immediately stroking his erection slowly, remembering what it used to be like; touching then stopping, fast then slow, cautious teasing then everything all at once. Anything to prolong the pleasure while thinking of cute, pebbled nipples and pretty, red little mouths.

"Ahh shit," he whispers to himself and lets his shoulders slump back down into the mattress beneath him so he can enjoy properly.

His thumb glides over the tip of his head while vibranium fingers massage his tighter-than-ever balls and his breathing runs uncontrolled at the sensation - and that's when it happens.

A spark! The beginning of a thought - a fantasy really - a set of familiar, wet lips wrapped tightly around him.

"Ah!" He's gasping with spit gathering at the corners of his mouth while thinking of you. Thinking of tiny fingers rolling his balls, running through his hair. Of hands touched to his elbow and the smell of popcorn hanging thickly in the air.

Lost in the feeling, he imagines the scent of your perfume, your cute little laugh, your kind nature, how you make him want to be a better man.

He fantasises about undressing you while holding you close to his chest. About lying you down on his mattress while showering the valley between your breasts with sensual kisses. About you pulling him so close he slides deep inside your inviting heat while you scratch at his back, and when he fantasises about the feeling of you orgasming around him and moaning his name in his ear, he lets go and violently comes all over his stomach and chest.

He stares at the ceiling for a while.

What the fuck was that all about? he contemplates when he's down from his high again, painfully aware that the mere thought of you just made him cum for the first time in nearly seventy-five years. Yet, he still cannot piece together the puzzle.

He sees you half an hour later, spatula perched on top of the kitchen counter as you flip a pancake using just the motion of the pan. You look excited to see him and you smile brightly, breathing his name so sweetly that the familiar side effect of his insides squirming comes to life.

…Funny, now that he thinks about it, the side effects started showing up around the same time as you did. The sweating, the heart pumping, the smiling, all the weird symptoms started the minute you sat down next to him and told him your name.

It dawns on him that it has continued to happen like that every time you're near. Every time his name spills from your lips. Every time you smile. His pumping heart doesn't even care if the smile is directed at someone else, it still skips a few beats. And he realises that for three months, he has been following you around like a puppy dog, doing everything he possibly can to get close to you.

He has told Tony Stark himself to fuck off when you were trying to gain the attention of the room. He has sat down next to you every night at dinner, listening so intently to whatever you've had to say that he's forgotten all about eating. He has skirted his eyes over you more times at practice than he's dared counting - more times than he has intended to. He's been lying sleepless at night, wondering what you might think of him - he has even started caring about his hair for crying out loud!

He's been so completely blindsided by his own heart because he's been devoid of any human connection for so long that he'd completely forgotten what this feels like.

Love, that is.

It's different from the love he feels towards Steve, that's more brotherly in nature. This is romantic love, full of the need to kiss, and to hold, and to protect, and to - gulp - fuck!

It's like an ice bucket's been dropped on his head. He cannot believe he hasn't seen it before. He's not sick, he's not dying, he's just completely and utterly in love.

And even Sam has realised?! That's without a doubt the worst part. How's he ever going to admit to that?

It's with heated cheeks and shaking legs that Bucky occupies the seat opposite you at the kitchen counter, quietly complimenting you on the lovely smell of your breakfast. He feels stupid but he has to say something, doesn't he?

An eternity of worried, silent seconds follow, but when you finally put down the pan and look up at him, it's with a smile as if he's hung the stars, and the moon, and the fucking sun itself in the sky.

His heart stops.

And that's when it truly dawns on him. Pulse suddenly springing back to life and pounding faster than ever before, he knows what he has to do. He has to make you his.

[coqvttes]

hiiii lola!!! the biggest long time no see ever, but I’ve had such an awful time these past months, i was in a really bad mental state, truly I think I got the diary of a wimpy kid type of bad luck because jeez. anywayss, besides the sappy stuff, i missed you and your writing so much!! im getting better emotionally and hopped back into tumblr, back to my favs blogs and authors. especially since i started college again and need a fun break from it. and I’ve seen the fics you uploaded and will be reading them like right this instant, also, i have very fluffy and smutty ideas for you to have fun with, so there’s that too. but essentially, how you been? what’s new? any new music or recs? i would love to know. ilysmmmmm <3333

☆*:.｡. sofi anon .｡.:*☆

(new year, new sign hehe)

OMG SOFI!!!!!! I SWEAR I JUST THOUGHT OF YOU YESTERDAY! I WANTED TO TALK TO UUUU BUT LIEK IDKK HOW TO SUMMON UUU!! WELCOME BACK!! i missed u pookie.

i’m sorry to hear you’ve had a rough couple of months. but i’m so glad you got through it and you’re here now! xx i took a little break as well and didn’t write for a while but im glad to be back as well <3

recently i’ve been listening to lots of slowdive and cigarettes after sex, i’ve been watching lots of horror movies just because there’s lots that are coming out this year that i’m excited to see! i’ve also been obsessed with a game called stray it’s just a game where you like wander around as a cat its so cute. the last film i watched was poor things. i watched it in the cinema but the age rating is literally 20+, but luckily they didn’t check me for some reason? it was a really amazing film but obviously its rated so high for a reason, beautiful movie tho.

hbuuu? what are your latest obsessions?? and pleaseeee send in your requests!! give me something to do! xx i’m so happy you decided to check in again, super glad to have you back sofi. <3

[space-dog-from-space]

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The Doctor, the Hag, and the AU, or, Bones and the Hallmark Christmas Movie Curse

Every year in December, the Enterprise's senior staff gather to watch 21st century Hallmark Christmas movies. Unfortunately for Bones, he hates Hallmark Christmas movies more than he hates the idea of being spaced. And this year, he is grumpier than usual. Luckily, the Christmas Hag appears and sends Bones on an isekai Hallmark adventure (against his will) to discover the true meaning of Christmas: Spirk.

Chapter 1 - Halloween Called

Bones temporarily escapes the Hallmark Christmas movie watch party only to discover that he's jumped out of the frying pan, into the fire.

This was by far Bones’ least favourite tradition among the senior staff of the Enterprise.  He had never understood his friends’ fascination with generic, mass produced Christmas movies from the twenty-first century, and he supposed that he never would.  However, ever year around this time they all gathered together to watch a marathon of the stupid things.  

“I think we’ve seen this one,” Bones said as they started another, seemingly familiar vid.

Uhura, mastermind behind this god-awful tradition, shook her head with a wry smile.  “You say that at least once every year,” she said.  “I promise, we won’t be having repeats for a long while.”

“I don’t know why they had to make so many of the exact same film,” Bones grumbled.  

“Oh come on, Bones,” Jim protested lightly from his spot on the floor.  “They aren’t all exactly the same.”

“Yeah,” Sulu agreed, adding, “there’s at least twelve plots that they keep recycling over and over again.”

“And yet, here we are, watching the hundredth-”

“-Hundred and fifth,” Uhura interrupted.

“-one of these stupid movies,” Bones finished, ignoring Uhura.  “Maybe it’s time we retired this tradition,” he suggested, prompting a gasp from Uhura.

“No!” She protested, looking at him as if he had kicked a puppy.  “They’re fun!  They’re light hearted and fun to make fun of and they’re all about the magic of Christmas and true love!”  She proclaimed in an exaggeratedly sappy voice, knotting her hands together and holding them to her cheek, emphasizing her love for the terrible films.

Bones rolled his eyes, having none of it.  “Christmas is a stupid holiday, and true love is as dead as y’all are to me right now.”

“Jeez, Leonard,” Uhura said, raising her eyebrows at him.  “You sound like you need some help.”

Bones rolled his eyes again, already having forgotten to quit doing that.  “The only help I need is in liquid form.  And some ibuprofen.  These terrible movies and y’alls’ ridiculousness have made me roll my eyes so much that I have a headache.  I’m going down to sickbay for some painkillers.”

“Shall we pause the vid until your return, Doctor?”  Spock asked snarkily.

“No!”

—

With the door to the officers’ lounge shut behind him, he sighed and rubbed his temples.  He was trying not to be such a sourpuss at Hallmark Nights, but that was a feat easier said than done.  The movies were all around stupid and annoying, yes, but what annoyed him the most was the idiot main characters who somehow always managed to find their one true love in, what, three days?  How stupid.

Shaking his head, he headed down the hall to the turbolift, in no particular rush to get to sickbay and back.  He stepped off the turbolift on G deck and took the well known route through the corridors to sickbay, but stopped in his tracks after turning a corner and seeing a strange figure in the middle of the hall.  They were standing limply, with their chin to their chest, looking as if they were being held up by the top of their spine by invisible wires, though heir feet were planted firmly on the floor.  Bones couldn’t see the person’s face, their long greying hair falling to shroud it.  They wore some sort of dirty old nightgown that left their unnatural ashen arms, lower legs, and feet bare.

A few years ago he might have been shocked to have this sight before him unexpectedly, but he had seen so much shit during his time on the Enterprise that it was nearly impossible to spook him.  Settling his weight on one leg and crossing his arms, unimpressed, Bones called out, “Hey, Halloween called, they want your lame costume back!”  When the figure didn’t respond, or even move, he squinted at them.  “Hey, who are you?”  He demanded, then with more urgency snapped, “Hey!  I’m talking to you!”  He grumbled to himself, striding towards them when they again offered no response.

When he reached the figure, he grabbed them by the shoulder, and tried to resist the urge to shake them roughly, as he wasn’t entirely sure that this was indeed a joke.  It was possible that whoever was in this ridiculous getup was in some sort of medical distress.  However, the moment he touched the figure, their head shot up, the ashen face of a sickly looking woman staring at him, stray strands of hair falling in front of her face.  Bones took a step back, startled, but didn’t retreat any further.

“Hey, can you hear me?  What’s your name?”  Bones asked.  Now that he was up close, he saw that the ashy dry skin wasn’t a practical effect, and that this person was likely very ill.  When she didn’t respond other than moving her eyes to trace his movements, he sighed, wishing that she was in uniform so at least he’d have some sort of identification to work with.  He couldn’t very well treat a patient without knowing who she was and what ailments might be in her medical history.  “Alright, I’m going to take you down to sickbay,” Bones said, taking the unidentified woman gently by the elbow.  “We’ll get you all fixed up, don’t worry.”

“No,” she said, surprising him.  She raised her free hand, revealing what Bones recognized as a model truck shortly before she slammed it into his head, instantly knocking him unconscious.

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When Bones came to, he rubbed at his aching head and slowly opened his eyes, a difficult feat under the bright lights of wherever he was.  He could feel a throbbing bruise on the right side of his forehead.  When his eyes finally adjusted, he was surprised to find himself on a park bench in a snowy town.  

“What…?”  He looked around frantically, which only made him dizzy, so he put his face in his hands until the feeling settled.  Confused at the texture of his hands, he lifted his face to see that he was wearing a pair of wool mittens that definitely weren’t there before.  Upon examining himself further, he realized that he was fully outfitted for a chilly winter day, sporting a parka, scarf, and matching toque.  “What is this?”  He asked under his breath, slowly getting to his feet and walking through the park towards the street.  He took in his surroundings more carefully, noting that many of the trees in the park were adorned with festive lights, which were illuminated despite it only beginning to get dark.  When he reached the street, he noticed that the streetlamps and power poles had been given the same treatment, along with big red bows tied around them.

“This is obviously a dream,” Bones decided out loud.  “It’s a dream, and I know it’s a dream, so I can wake myself up.”  He stood there on the sidewalk for a long while, focussing.  He didn’t wake up.  Nothing around him changed in any way, except for the occasional car driving by, snow crunching below the tires.  “Okay…”  Bones whispered to himself.  “This is real.  That….  That hag did something to me…  Alright, think, McCoy, think.  Where do I go, what do I do?”  He looked up and down the street for any leads.  His eyes caught on a sign and he laughed despite himself.  “Well, I couldn’t imagine a better place to start,” he said, and started towards the green and black sign.  The big white letters spelt one word:

Enterprise.