#but I think is the thing that would be most devistating for both of them

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My top 5 Crackships

Inspired by my top 5 8 characters thing going around, I want you all to vote on your favorite of my Top 5 Questionable Rare pairs

I will be providing excuses reasoning excuses below the poll, so if you feel like roasting me properly seeing my justifications, do that - or don't!

And remember, they're fictional characters, so it costs nothing to be normal about this and have fun

*Not all of these are controversial, but those that are? watch out!

Excuses:

Zuki:

If you follow me then you know I'm an OG Zutara fan, but on the rare occasions I'm feeling Cannon Compliant, Zuki is my go too ship. This has all to do with the comics, where basically Zuko's only confidant is Suki and you get wild panels of them looking at each other like this:

I was devistated when Korra came out and it seemed like Sokka and Suki didn't last, but if the above is why, then I'll take it.

Stobin:

I am going to get so much flack for this one I think. BUT. Consider: The cannon ships in the show are generally not well written. I like Hopper/Joyce, I like Max/Lucas, but Nancy/Jonathan and especially Mike/Eleven do literally nothing for me, they are so bland. I do see the irony that one of the things that makes Stobin well written is because its one sided on Steve's part because Robin is gay. But their interactions are literally the reason to watch the show if you ask me. Pushing past these excuses though, I just kinda dig the ship. In my head its an open poly situation for certain, but sexuality is so wild and fluid and weird, and Gold Star status is gatekeepy at best anyway, so like, why the fuck not. I had a great aunt who had an open marriage with a gay man, (big beard behavior) and they had kids and did everything together. Its like... Platonic soulmates + if you will. And that's what I want for Stobin. Platonic soulmates + and a big ole polycule surrounding them. Or maybe its just my incoherent bisexual ass talking

(If I could put fan-art with the polycule in it I would but I wouldn't repost someones art like that... so I'm stuck with cannon images)

Zacknei:

No one has played this game. When people think Zack, they either ship Cloud or Aerith, and honestly I ship both those as well (though ClAerTi will always be my top for them). But I love Cissnei. She has big Sydney Sage energy for me, and all of Zack's emotional beats in the second half of the game surround her (...or cloud) not Aerith (just for the record). Also if you join all the fanclubs and work hard you get invited to your own fanclub and I'm pretty sure there's evidence that Cissnei is the president which is hilarious. I just love their interactions and was DEVASTATED at the end. Analytical Girl & PuppyDogHimbo is a beautiful ship dynamic. Also Rick Gomez will always be my Zack Fair VA. I hate the new guy so much (and its not his fault!! Sorry man!)

Aquarella:

So the section is really short. But my god. Cinderella and Aqua have the most chemistry of any character in that game series bar none. I'm including Riku and Sora in this. I'm including Roxas and Axel. Ok, not really this is not the hill I want to die on. BUT. At least in Birth By Sleep, this is the emotional high-point. Aqua taking her hand like a gentleman at a ball? The way Aqua saves Cinderella from getting run over by her demonic carriage??? The way she lovingly protects Cindy's body with hers? Did you see Prince whats his face doing any of that ? NO. And then. If Aqua were a guy everyone would've seen it when this game came out (but I guess gay people weren't invented until 2015 or whatever.

look how devastated Aqua is when Cinderella goes to Charming at the end. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THEM.

Sorayla:

I really do like Raylum, but this is a poll on my hot take rare-pairs, not cannon compliance. Let me start off by saying, no, I haven't seen this season yet, it only came out twelve hours ago whats wrong with you? This pair grew on me starting in Season 4 after the time skip. I think it goes along side my preoccupation with tough smart girls and their dumbass golden retriever himbos. They have a nice trajectory, and with Callum going a lil dark and edgy on us recently, I like their banter a lot. Especially in Season 4 I was surprised by them and I crave more adventures with the two of them alone. I don't think it will ever happen, but I like it none the less. They bring a certain... Sokka & Suki vibe to the party that I'm here for.

Anyway, I tag @ebbilayart @retiredficwriter & anyone who decides to do it!

And if no one feels like setting themselves up as a target, that's good too!

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Monthly Muppet Madness: Sesame Street Luis and Maria Valentine's Day Special (Comission for Emma Fici)

Happy valentine's day all you happy people and welcome back to monthly muppet madness. All the muppets you can handle once a month. And for this special day of love and chocolate we're going down to sesame street to look at the love story and wedding of Luis and Maria.

Now this one was a bit of a challenge for two reasons: the first is that my Seasame Street knowledge is limited: i know the 2010's decently enough as I watched a ton of it when my niece and nephew were toddlers, and I reviewed Follow that Bird last year, which was exellent.. but I really don't know who most of the cast are as characters outside of the major muppets and even some of those escape me as many have been phased out over the years. I mean why they don't use the two headed monster ine verything is beyond me, he's a two headed monster> that's awesome.

Thankfully the muppet wiki is super expansive so if like me you didn't know these characters going into this article yoru great. If you did, well... go get some juice or a pop while I fill in the blanks.

Luis and Maria were both introduced in season 3 of Seasame street and lasted all the way to 2015. Luis was introduced as the owner of the local fixit shop, a kind man who fixed bikes, toasters what have you. He also fixed them for Snuffy before knowing he was real. They were dropped off and picked up by... oh let's say moe. He's notable for playing the longest lasting mexican american roll on a television series and Seasame Street celebrated his heritage frequently. Sesame Street did not fuck around and I appricate that. Maria was introduced as a local teen who worked at the library, aging in real time and quickly becoming a young adult. She soon started working with Luis at the fixit shop, getting hired by simply pitching in when he was too busy to actually listen to her ask for a job and being hired on the spot as it helped with his work load. She later asked for a raise... only to not only get THAT but be promoted to partner.

So the two already had a working relationship and friendship when Sonia Manzano, Maria's Actress, got pregnant. Rather than dance around it Seasame Street decided to integrate the story, but since it was the 80's by the time of this pregnancy, they also needed Maria to get married first because GASP apparently kids couldn't handle the idea of a single parent. Or a multiracial couple as her previous love intrest David, was also ruled out though the why is a bit murky: One documentary said his actor was leaving anyway , another said he was devistated. I wouldn't rule out an 80's tv show avoiding an interracial marriage to avoid scandal.. but I also think Seasame Street was progressive enough to try it anyway, so i'm inclined to belivie the actor simply wasn't avaliable, especailly since the idea was pitched by Carol Spinney's wife Debra and passed on to Caroll himself. Given the two characters were already close as friends, buisness partners and on good terms, having them do the relationship upgrade makes some sense: while friends to lovers CAN be really tricky, here it just feels wholesome: like two people who were simply friends for a long time, caught feelings eventually and fell in love.

So today we'll be covering the two realizing their in love and thent heir wedding day. I wish I had something for the middle but Sesame Street.. is hard to track down these days. Most of it WAS on max.. but Max being max, a lot of it was removed and digtially most of seasame street is best of compliations and what not. There really isn't a consitent, episode by episode archive for the show that I found. So I found two complitions on youtube covering parts of this storyline. I am sorry that I coudln't find a more in depth one covering the whole thing up to the wedding, and would be glad to cover more of their story in the future. For now though let's tell the timeless tale of man and woman brought together by two 5 year olds asking difficult questions.

Part 1: In Love So the Luis and Maria story has a LOT of parts to it, and like I said I could only find so much on youtube. I tried archive of our own too, no luck. So before this the two started growing from friends to something more after tending to a baby bird... and not the normal one they tend to what lives in the back of their store.

The building feelings pay off here.. but first what most people come to seasame street for: two five year olds arguing: while playing Cowboys, Big Bird wants to go Eha Eha, and Snuffy wants to go Eha Eha Eha. Somehow it's far from the most gripping cowboy dillema i've seen

Gordon easily solves the issue and the two get their eha's on when they notice Maria and Luis holding hands. We don't see it because they only have a set for that part of sesame street, but it leaves the boys confused and they decide to go ask the adults up front.

Luis and Maria.. have no adquate explination for why they were holding hands and i'ts hilarous, mostly beause it feels so REAL. Kids will oftne ask questions that end up super awkward simply because they don't know any better. The two REALLY don't know how to answer this, saying adults do it because they like each other not because they need to, but not sure how they feel about each other. Until an idea hits

But since it would they instead realize their in love and go to tell each other and we get a really sweet well done shot as we look in on the fixit store through it's window as the two confess. it's some really well done acting and really cute.. then they shut the curtain so all of sesame street dosen't see their live sex celebration.

That night Big BIrd asks when their getting married which panics the two especially since you know THEY JUST STARTED DATING. Again it works because it's a harmless kid thing and Big Bird is just a giant toddler. But he bets they will

And he's right though there's according to the wiki a whole ass arc where everyone in sesame street is pressuring the two to get married. I mean Delgado's pregnancy is part of why they speed it up and as a show for younger kids they don't have to really get into emotional complexity... buuuuut it dosen't make it any less hilarous that all the muppets are wondering when this couple's going to get hitched already depsite being none of thier buisness.

Eventually Luis proposes, we get some planning and now it's time for the wedding.

Part 2: It's Your Wedding Day

So we get to the wedding, as everyone prepares: Maria's been so nervous she can't sleep while Luiz

Maria talks to linda, her bestie and just the best. Linda is kinda sorta dating bob, the og sesame street human and local teacher, the two even getting a mental duet about possibly getting maried and Linda catching the boquet. Both of these things go nowhere but given the two never married anyone else, I like to think they just had a quiet wedding officiated by kermit off screen.

Anyways everyone prepares for the wedding day with a big fucking musical number, as you should, and then has the wedding to one as the soon to be weds panic internally, the various adults and their relatives sing about how in love they are , and Oscar hopes fo ra fight because of course he does. Also elmo looks like Oscar slipped him about 80 ounces of cocaine because he is TRIPPING BALLS the entire cermony while panicking about dropping the rings.

Hey kids, just a life lesson if the garbage monster on your street offers you cocaine to help you relax before a wedding, don't take it. he's probably just wnatin ga laugh at your expense. Also just.. don't give 5 year olds cocaine. That's not a good thing to do. And don't shake them.. unless your Larry david then that sorta thing is just expected of you and you'll be dealt with later.

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The wedding ends up working an dis beautiful. Also oscar the grouch somehow got a plus one, his girlfriend grungetta who i'm somehow just finding out exists. Oscar was getting it on the reg and not ONE of you fuckers thought it was a good idea to tell me. Good for him. A reception is held and everyone is happy... well almost everyone.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

[the-firebird69]

Trump attacks judge and clerk again in ‘Happy Thanksgiving’ post: Live | The Independent

this man trump is aggrevating me. he is not your helper does not holdt he line here nor code. is not a loyal s in any way. is a blaspheme and loser. thankfully.

i have ordered him to the board room today to fire him. and use fuel yes like any sophmore or other would lol. and more. and to relive him of his duties and stocks. and use the confinement as a threat to take his robots to shiut him down and shut him up and use as false flag on any shortly.

i also am ordering the removal of hardware whilst he sits annoying our top brass in the meeting and tries to attack and we repel and search it down to city areas and vaporize him.

on top once searched we seek out teh gold and silver and hopspitals, to take the intel and other there devistate that system of his.

further i have ordered the take over of chrysler and we shall proceed and use the meetings as cover he thinks it is macs and or psuedo macs. and we use the method described yesterday take it and push them out hard. the guys say we shall

i am ordering ours to find teams for each city area that are good with money he has tons and we need it and to help ours it is in the top ten for priorities since yu cannot get a thing in this rhealm wihtout moeny and trump sat draining and keepin the poor poor and worse. big teams who call for armies and today and blitz and today and in all financial ctners and we take over the banks and we are ordering branches out and in support of all housing city areas and more and to assist andconcide with infiltration methods. Hera says too

we will focus on trump and his due to thier holding these items in order to turn the canon on us.

Zues Hera

we shall and are but now we grow it he is ridiculous and obscene. and a smudge on the face. we need him out. i have things to add

-we put restraining orders on him non stop if removed we re install them. tons will help too. and start here. we do it now well tommorrow....can do it with the police we shall.

-we also add them to the americas most wanted and all trulmps characters even in dc. tons of them resemble him. and are other ppl he uses the characters.

-we arrest him for every criime he committed and is. and point out the flaws in his character non stop. h e is an ass pays for yesterday too.

-we pull the file on him dig up dirt expose it now. tons ofi t. and sling it and fals flag works nobody cares much.

-we are takng him down and hit him we bring in protecitn for our son and now. tons of it. so do the psuedo empire empire and misc and morlock minority and forgeiners and even bja and others. tons will now he is an ass and a jerks. a mean idiot too ruins tons of stuff shores us uup.

we pull his stuff out of store and use it and send it sell it. and for us mostly. ton of his stuff. he wihters in the parks and we knock him out. take it draw them in. pulll i tout of storage clear nevada too and the wiine vineyards. push himo ut fully. too mlich time on tis one ahole we need him out now.

we see their attitude with the hammers ad their talk we take them make it hard. use it. too.

Thor Freya

thank you wessee it

mac

we dont get it your threatened you win no i see it. we do the opsppsoti and dont tell

trump

ahhahaha ok fat head

Hera Zues i apply now to remove my name from his family. get permission but do so now. let it sit ok and we shall revive it.

i agree this has gone on long enough and from both families. they used you too the paris family. sometimes goodbye is anohter chance and to trump meaning macs the analogy we do this now

Bitol and Goddess Wife

andw eh ear it post now and wil

Thor Freya

Olympus

need htis out

Nuada Arrianna

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VegasPete Novel Spoilers Speculation

Ok! (Sorry I had to figure out how to add the read more from the mobile app in order to accomplish this and I’m just very thrilled that I figured it out)

I keep thinking about how I’m 90 percent certain there is no Nop in the show and that Vegas is no longer a university student (honestly neither is Porsche, why did they keep it in that he was??).

These two things Nop, as a character and Vegas’ school, are both instrumental in breaking Pete out of the play that he is performing with Vegas and prompts his breakdown. Without Nop sewing distrust and discord and without the freshman as a focal point, what is Pete’s catalyst?

Pete’s catalyst in the show could be Porsche.

The show has spent a great deal of time pushing this Vegas seducing/falling in love with Porsche storyline, which obviously is also there in the novel, but I still think they’ve taken time to really emphasize it and for Pete to witness it.

I always thought the college “nong” was kind of a flimsy excuse for jealousy on Pete’s part anyway. If Pete is “acting” it just seemed silly for him to be taken apart so quickly, by one of Vegas college classmates texting him.

But I know (and we even get a glimpse of this in the novel) that Pete would be devastated to realize he was feeling jealous of Porsche. Porsche, his best friend, the reason he even stepped into the Minor House in the first place, when he knew he couldn’t succeed, to be jealous of him? To let this thing that had grown up between him and Vegas to start to hurt his relationship with Porsche?

That’s a reason to fall apart after fighting for so long. And it’s a real threat in a way that the college classmate never was, because Vegas did really want Porsche. And Pete watched Vegas pursue Porsche.

However you feel about what Vegas “feelings” towards Porsche were, I think it’s hard to argue that Vegas wasn’t attracted to Porsche, even if you feel Vegas had no real “feelings” for him.

It would be easy and shattering for Pete to see a text or video that showed Vegas still in contact with Porsche. It would also be a good way to emphasize Pete’s feelings of inadequacy, part of what Pete receives from Vegas that he hadn’t had before is the feeling of being special and desired.

Pete considers himself fairly average and, at least in the novel, lacking compared to the Theerapkyul family including Porsche. But Vegas calls him lovely and devotes all of his attention on Pete. The thought of Vegas still wanting Porsche, that Vegas is settling for Pete, because Pete is convenient. That Vegas wouldn’t treat Porsche the way he’s been treating Pete.

That is a something, that I think, is capable of ripping Pete out of the make believe world he has created for Vegas and back into reality where Pete has allowed himself to fall under Vegas spell and to actually believe that Vegas loved him.

It would also be a lot harder for Vegas to combat.

It would also be more devastating for Vegas, because Vegas knows exactly how it feels to be second best and to think that Vegas has made Pete feel that way? Vegas will be undone. They both will.

“I can’t be apart from you, Pete. I have no one but you.”

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Hello, I hope you are doing well today. I was wondering if I can get a semi-angst hc of Pakunoda, Illumi, Milluki, Silva, Chrollo, Kurapika and Shalnark + Setsuno, Overhaul, Chronostasis, Tamaki, Endeavor, Shinsou, Aizawa and Shiggaraki with a s/o who hates them, but once their children gets kidnapped they beg and cry to the boys/girls to find their child and bring them safely home. Hopes that makes sense. Please and thank you.

Pakunoda:

She hates seeing you in pain, in ANY pain, so this doesn’t sit well with her at all. It hurts that you hate her, but to her it doesn’t matter as much as her undying love for you. She is sweet, and she knows despite keeping you captive, you are cared for. This includes your and her child. She will tear the world to shreds with her lovely heels.

She will be more methodical in ending whoever took her child, and no harm will come to the sweet baby. She will not use this against you in anyway, she would rather you love her naturally. So when da baby is returned, she won’t tease you or ask for something in return. She just wants to comfort you both and tell you everything is okay now.

Illumi:

Like Paku, Illumi cares about both of you, just in a really different way. He “loves” his kids more as a tool and as a successor to his lineage, not like he loves you. So when his kid is taken, there will be hell to pay.

He doesn’t really think much on the fact you are begging him, though it is a nice change to your typical screaming. He won’t brag, boast, or use it against you, for the most part anyway. He might be robotic, but he still is smart. He will keep your children in mind next time you try anything too risky.

Milluki:

He doesn’t care about his kids, they are spoiled little shits in his eyes. He probably didn’t really want kids in the first place, but one thing led to another and here they are now. So when they are taken, he sees it as an inconvenience, but also an opportunity once he sees how distraught you are.

He makes it into a big deal and boasts about how only HE can save your kids. HE is the only reason you will get your little babies back. And don’t worry, he will make sure you inderstand that. He will ALWAYS use this against you at any moment of any day. He wants you to know you need him.

Silva:

He doesn’t care about your kids, to him they are an end to a means, and another way to keep you with him. So as much as he knows his kids can take care of themselves, or at least he wants them to be independent through whatever means, seeing you hurt makes him take initiative. You are devistated, fine, he’ll save your kids.

Silva makes quick work of whoever took your kids, and makes sure to savor it. Once he’s done, he lets you take a moment to be happy for your kids being safe, but don’t expect to be in the clear. You will have to give him something in return, and knowing his sex drive, you probably wouldn’t like it. But your kids are safe, so everything is fine, right?

Chrollo:

Like Silva, Chrollo doesn’t care about your kids. A means to an end, to keep you locked with him. Though, he really does care about you, so he will do anything to make you happy.

This means getting that little bundle of attention-stealing-shitness back. Anything for you to get on his good graces. Besides, he has the whole troupe that loves the kid, so they will all pitch in to find the little one. I don’t think he will use this against you, mainly because you should already knows nothing will get between the two of you, not even your child.

Shalnark:

Shalnark is a strange one, to me he seems like a mix between Chrollo and Pakunoda. He cares, a lot, but if anything was to come between you and him, he wouldn’t mind making a point. Still, seeing you in so much emotional pain makes him jump into action.

He calls up his best friends to help find the poor sap who took his and your kid. Yeah, they won’t last long. Shal takes great care in handling the little one to make sure they aren’t too scared. He also spends a lot of down time after to bond with the both of you. Maybe this wasn’t a good thing to you, but to him it only brought you closer together.

Kurapika:

Really big family man, whoever took your kid must have been the most stupid person to walk the earth. He is defiantly on your side with getting his kid back, so he won’t use this against you as much as the others might. Instead of bragging or boasting about how you need him to keep you safe, he will want a little something in return.

He might be on your side, desperately wanting his kid back, but he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to get a little treat from you. He will manipulate you to feel guilty, like it was somehow your fault, just to get something from you. Wether it be some bonding time, or something more suggestive, he will get it through manipulation. Of course he’d love to bond some more with your kids after he retrieves them, just don’t think you are safe around Kurapika.

Setsuno:

This poor guy had a terrible relationship before you, so there is no way in hell he would let what happened before happen again. He hates the fact you hate him, but he refrains from hurting you in anyway, this includes your kid. He will leave the room, break things, anything other than touching you and both of your kid.

When someone takes the baby, you aren’t the only one pissed off. Setsuno is furious, so he will do anything to get your kid back. He calls his friends just in case, and the three of them destroy whoever laid hands on his baby. Setsuno is happy to have everyone together again and he’ll take this time to bond with the both of you. Just don’t push him away or else he’ll remind you who saved your kid.

Overhaul:

Overhaul finds children to be dirty, they are nasty things that need so much attention. With that being said, to an extent, he treasures his kid. He wants them to be just like him, so he takes his time to teach them everything there is to know about ruling the underground. Again, his kid is an end to a means, but he does think of them a bit more than most of the others on this list.

When he kid is taken, he is frustrated for a few reasons. One is because he taught his kid to use their quirk (if they are old enough to have it by now), and two because he has to waste his time trying did of dirty things. Though, seeing you beg for him to save your baby makes it more worth his time. Much better than when you grit your teeth and turn the other way. So when he gets the baby back, he makes sure you understand what he went through to appease you.

Chronostasis:

Another one that actually likes his children and treasures them. Chronostasis is more of a family man, taking care of the children, getting groceries, the usual stuff to help around the house while you are there. He doesn’t keep you stuck, he just uses his profession to threaten you. But other than that he acts like a normal father when he doesn’t have work to do.

Taking his child is a really bad thing. He values work a lot, so he will put work first, so he will only leave to find his kid once overhaul gives him the go. He might get help, but in the end it doesn’t matter. He will tear anyone apart to find your baby. When he does, he brings them home and smiles at you, taking as much time as he is given to comfort the both of you. Everything can go back to normal now, just ignore the spots of blood on the bottom of his white jacket.

Tamaki:

Such a shy guy, he doesn’t do much to your hatred against him, he kinda just lets it happen while apologizing profusely. Though he doesn’t let you go. He does, genuinely, love his kid. In a way it gives him a sense of pride that he helped create such a beautiful baby. So when they go missing, and you grip his shirt and beg for him to find them. Tamaki is relieved you finally need him, but so frustrated at the same time.

He wants to sulk and cry through his frustration at loosing his kid, but your begging doesn’t allow that. Instead he asks his besties for help and makes sure to hurry. He’s so happy to get his baby back he can’t help the tears of joy falling from his face. When he comes back home you both cry and hold your baby as close as you possibly can.

Shinsou:

I think Shinsou has an inner demon when he is a Yandere, this is when it shows itself. He loves his kid, and is a really relaxed guy when it comes to the both of you. It’s just when his patience is pulled by someone out of his obsessive behaviors is when it becomes a problem.

He goes on his own, after all he is a hero not many know about, and his ability is insanely powerful. He will find the people resposible and tell them to “jump off this building” or “go kill yourself”. Things that will force them to get their hands dirty and stay away from his kid. He comforts his kid, tells them everything is okay now and that the two of them are going home to see you. Y’all can all watch a movie too, get take out and simply take it easy.

Aizawa:

He is almost exactly like Shinsou, or Shinsou is almost exactly Aizawa. The biggest difference is Aizawa has less patience, and isn’t afraid to get a little sadistic. With that said, you are more likely better “behaved”, though you still have some fight in you. Your kid is one of your joys in life, so when he comes home from work and sees you begging for your baby back, he’s happy.

He goes on his own and takes out whoever was involved. He doesn’t kill, he isn’t that reckless, but he definalty beats them to a bloody pulp until the police arrive. He does the paperwork, and then happily takes back his kid. Aizawa will make sure you know he did this for you and he will make sure you only think that. He loves his kid, a lot, but if you think you owe him more love, then that’s a win for him.

Endeavor:

Enji thinks his kids are weapons, I mean, that’s obvious right? He does care, but more as it would be a waste if something bad were to happen to them. Also, they are keeping you stuck with him. So yeah, when they are taken he gets pretty pissed about it.

Enji kinda rubs it in your face too, I mean you are begging for his help. You NEED him to save your kid. He won’t tell you he would get them back either way either, he wants you to think you owe him. So expect listening to whatever demands he wants from you. Not much time to appreciate your baby being safe.

Shigiraki:

Crusty man actually kinda likes his kid. In a way it’s like he has a distaste for them but can’t help but have a connection with them at the same time. Even Shigiraki doesn’t think he would be too distressed if something happened to his kid, but he was wrong. He takes it personally, and your begging makes him even more pissed. How dare they?!

Shigiraki makes a huge deal out of it, the entire league (those close) will be involved to cause chaos to the idiot who hurt his kid. It will be all on the news, how much carnage he caused, but not a single person will know it was because of his kid. He will boast about how he defeated the final boss for you and his kid, and he expects you to reward him. After you reward his efforts he will relax with the two of you, taking in the warmth from your love.

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4, 17, 26 & 36 for Eleanor! :3

and 42, 32, 22 and 24 for Jori!

4. what is their comfort food? orange chicken and lo mein! she also just really love chinese food in general so she’ll eat it any time haha!

17. when were they the most angry that they’ve ever been? as a teen when she was abandoned by her parents and then when she was around 21 she was attacked by some gang memebers, was caught in a grenade explosion and lost both her arms. she got her spiked arms as replacements and got revenge on her attackers. none of them were left alive.

26. do they like to collect things? if so, what? just money 🤭

36. are they introverted or extroverted? i would say she’s more of an ambivert tbh!

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42. how similar is your character to you? not that similar i dont think! i gave her some talents i wish i had lmao! the only thing i can think of thats similar between us is that she’s bi/ace like me because i make all my characters bi and/or ace. oh and also neither of us can cook but we love to bake!

32. what emotion do they feel the most often? happiness, and its thanks to scorpion! if it werent for him and of course the other aldecaldos she would have felt so alone in the world after leaving the bakkers.

22. if they were to have a social media profile, what would it look like? the username, bio, type of thing they’d post about, etc. her bio would probably just have her name in it tbh lmao! her bio would probably have something to do with foxes and she would post about music, video games, and art!

24. are they good at keeping secrets? does it depend on how big the secret is? jori would be devistated if someone told one of her secrets to someone else no matter how big or small it maybe. she would have felt so betrayed so she could never do something like that to someone else.

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Oh baby part 1

Gibbs x female reader

Summary: Gibbs decides that he is all in with Y/N, even if that means doing something he never thought he would again, raising a baby.

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Y/N wiped her eyes for the hundrth time that minute. She peered at the sweet little girl sleeping in the brand new crib she had bought just hours ago. Y/N’s whole life had changed with one phone call and now she had to decide how much she wanted to let it change gibbs’.

Y/N and Gibbs had been dating for almost a year. Things were going well. She gave him all her heart, and still space when he needed and he gave her more love than she knew was possible. He may not have said it but he showed it. Everything was perfect, but now everything was different.

Y/N’s brother had gone off the grid a year and a half ago. Before that Y/N had taken care of him, paid for rehab, tried to get him straightened out. He alwaus ran away when he didn’t want to deal with her help anymore but she never gave up.

That morning she got a call. Her brother and his girlfriend, that she didn’t know about ,had been killed in a drunk driving accident. Their baby girl, that she didn’t know about, was in the back seat. She was an aunt and had no idea. Her brother was a dad, and now he was dead. One of them got behind the wheel DRUNK! And could have killed their daughter. What mattered now was that that little girl was in Y/N’s care.

As much as she loved Jethro Gibbs, she couldn’t pull him into this. He already had, and lost daughter, would raising Amelia(her niece) be too painful? Did he want that with her? God she had no clue what to do. She just needed time. What came first for her now was Amelia. If Gibbs down the road wanted to be in both their lives, she’d never say no, but she didn’t want to put him in that place.

So here she was, at Jethro’s front door. She decided she also needed to do what was best for Gibbs and felt she figured that was to call it off. She dropped Amelia off at her best friend’s house, and after a long explanation of why she was now a mom and why she had to watch her for a bit, she made it to Gibb’s. She took a deep breath and knocked on his door.

“Hey” he greeted, kissing her softly. She almost broke into tears right there.

“Hi” she whispered

“Come in”

“I- I can’t” she stammered, catching his attention.

“What’s wrong” he asked, cupping her face

“I think we need to take a break”

He stopped in his tracks and looked at her the way he does when he doesn’t want people to know how he feels.

“I’m sorry” she whispered. Placing her hand on his chest.

“If that’s what you want” he sighed. Stepping back and putting his usual walls up. It killed her to do this, but she needed to.

“It’s not what I want Jethro, it’s what’s best for now. Please trust me and know I care about you okay?”

He wanted to fight for her but didn’t know how so he just nodded.

She began to cry. Before he could even react to her tears she was turning away and rushing back to her car.

It had been three days since she left him and Gibbs couldn’t handle knowing they were over. He drove to her house one night around 11:00 after several sleepless hours and days.

“Gibbs what-“ y/N began when she answered the door.

“Why?” He grunted out, stepping into her apartment.

“What?”

“Why do you need space?” He asked gently and reached for her hand.

“J I-“

“Usually I’d just let you go, if you didn’t want this I’d just accept it. I can’t with you though Y/N. I need to know why, need to know if I can fix it.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong J.” She said, eyes tearing up. He stepped closer to her and cupped her cheeks with his hands.

“Why?” He asked again before he suddenly heard the firmiliar sound of a young baby’s cries.

“That’s why.” Y/N said, pulling away “Hang on” she told him before disappearing into her spare room.

A moment later she walked out with an adorable baby girl who couldn’t be much more than 2 or 3 months old. “ Jethro Gibbs, meet Amelia Y/F/N Y/L/N, my niece. Well my daughter now.”

“Hey beautiful” Gibbs cooed, pushing down his questions to scoop the little girl from y/N’s arms. Amelia cooed softly and nuzzled into his chest. Y/N’s heart melted at the sight and she began to cry again. God she wished she hadn’t ended things, wished things were different and she could do this with him.

“Ryan?” Gibbs asked, referring to her brother. They had met once before, and Gibbs had helped her through dealing with him leaving.

She nodded and answered his unasked questions “Killed, either him or her mom was driving, both drunk. I didn’t ask many questions that didn’t have to do with Amelia.”

“Y/N.” He sighed, adjusting Amelia so he could hug Y/N with a free arm.

“J I didn’t want to break things off but I’m not abandoning her and I-“ she began to admit when Gibbs stopped her with a soft kiss to the head.

“You don’t have to choose y/n.” He assured her

“What?” She thought she was hearing things. So much had happened in the past week, she couldn’t let herself get her hopes up.

“It’s not me or her.” He said rocking the sweet girl back and forth making silly faces at her when she started to fuss. “You can have us both.”

“You’re so good with her.” Y/N said, watching the little girl slowly drift back to sleep in the arms of the man she loved.

“She’s sweet” he said “already reminds me of you.”

“Well she’s got my name” y/n laughed.

“And your eyes” he smiled

Y/N smiled back and lead Gibbs to the couch, sitting down on the chair across from him.

“I didn’t want you to think you were stuck with us.” Y/N admitted.

“Ya want me here?” Gibbs said taking her hand and gently pulling her to join him on the sofa.

“Yes” she said nodding she brushed her finger against Amelia’s face and then looked up at Gibbs, doing the same thing to his cheek, “No one I’d rather do this with. I didn’t want you to feel obligated though.”

“I love ya Y/N” Gibbs whispered, wrapping his arm around her.

Her breath caught she couldn’t speak for a moment, so he took the opportunity to kiss her gently.

“I love you too”

“So don’t give me space, let me do this with you.” He said. Pulling her so her head was on his shoulder, both looking at Amelia.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, please.” He said and placed a kiss in her hair.

“Didn’t want you to- I didn’t know if you’d be up to do this again.” She said, moving her head to look at him, while staying laid on his shoulder.

“ I’d do any thing for you” he smiled “and her” he said looking down at the baby.

“She’s pretty great huh?” She smiled.

“Yeah, just met her and already wrapped around her finger.” He laughed and looked at Y/N “she gets that from you.”

“Just wait until I really have time to teach her.” Y/N laughed

“ what do you say, want a partner in this?” Gibbs asked seriously.

“You offering to do late night diaper changes?”

Mhm he nods and kisses her, laughing when amelia wakes up a bit and gurgles at them.

“How should we do this? I mean I moved to teaching online courses next semester” she began, explaining how she’d moved her job as a college professor around “ so her and I can stay here on week nights an-“

“Move in with me.” Gibbs stopped her to ask.

“Jethro you don’t-“

“I want you to, wanted you to anyway, now I do even more.” He admitted “I’m all In.” He said smiling at the little girl who was awake again and looking at them both curiously.

“What do you think Amie, should we live with Poppa?” Y/N cooed and heard Gibbs breath hitch a bit at the name.

Amelia made happy baby noises and y/n giggled, looking up and Gibbs.

“I think that’s a yes.” She said kissing him.

“Poppa?” He asked with a nervous smirk.

“She doesn’t have to call you that, you can be Gibbs if you want I just thought it sounded nice.” Y/N offered and Gibbs loved how much she trusted and loved him. He was afraid she wouldn’t believe he wanted to do this, but suddenly they were a team and he couldn’t have been happierZ

“I love it, just wasn’t sure your plan.” He admitted, gently bobbing his knee to get Amelia to rest again.

“She’ll always know who her biological Mom and Dad were, I’ll never deny her that, but she’ll also know that her momma and Poppa love her more than anything.”she said while gesturing to him and herself.

“She’s a lucky girl” Gibbs smiled and y/n smiled but tears came to her eyes. He knew she loved Amelia, but she also just lost her brother.

“You doing okay, with everything?”

“I’m a lot of things, not sure if okay is one of them.” She said and Gibbs nodded his understanding.

“I’m happy about amelia, angry Ryan didn’t tell me, Devistated that he is gone, furious he made a dumb ass decision that got him and his girlfriend, WHO I NEVER MET, killed and almost killed Amelia! But I’m happy you and her are here. And I feel guilty for being happy, but also I’m so angry.” She said with tears in her eyes as she ran her thumb over her little girl’s tiny hand.

Gibbs kissed her head. “Nothing to be guilty about, you are going to raise and love his little girl, more than most people would do. We’ll get through it together.” He said against her head. She nodded and snuggled into his side more.

“Let’s put this peanut back to bed.” He suggested, starting to get up.

“Wait” y/N stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Hmm?”

“How bad would it be if we didn’t put her back in her crib yet? I just want to be with both of you.” She asked quietly.

Gibbs smiled and settled back in. “Put a pillow under this arm and I’m a better place to sleep than a crib.” He teased and moved so Y/N could wedge a pillow gently under his arm. She curled into him again, pulled a blanket over her legs and gently held amelias hand again.

“I love you J.” She whispered and turned her head to kiss his chest.

“I love you”, he replies, kissing her head “and you” he whispered, leaning in and kissing amelias head too.

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Next chapter

@gibbsandpridegirl @averyhotchner @andreasworlsboring101

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Omg Axis or Allies (your choice) react to their s/o crying when they find out their boyfriend is an immortal country because they love them so much but they can’t get over their dream of growing old and having grandkids with the person they love and they just don’t know if they can be with them anymore 🥺

Hey- hey stop stabbing my emotions (I say as I think about this daily ಥJಥ ) Bold of you to assume I can't turn this into fluff though, HAHA! Also, going to go with the Axis since it was first on the list! (And if I have to write this with Russia involved I'll cry. Y'all going to have to send a request to get me to do that!)

TW: Light mentions of sleeping around

Axis' S/O cries over being Mortal!

Germany:

His heart pretty much shattered.

Especially when he hears the reason his S/O is sobbing so hard.

They were right.

One day they will leave his side, and he sometimes forgets that. So he let his own tears fall.

He decided if this was truly their fate, he will let his S/O see him in his most vulnerable state.

He held them, not even bothering to console them. How could he? This was doomed to happen, and he has had it happen before, but those relationships didn't last long after that, but with his S/O? It felt so... Wrong.

It didn't feel right that he found the perfect fit, and to be yanked away... It devistated him.

He never loved someone this fully before? He didn't even realize till now how much he fought to keep them by his side.

As their life got shorter he did everything he could to love and cherish them. Refusing to let them pass anywhere but where they called home. Even if it wasn't with him.

In that moment they passed he felt numb, but that same feeling came back from years ago.

It still felt wrong.

Dreams plagued him, thousands of scenerios for years. Meeting them again, and reliving their life over, and over again.

At first it hurt, but then it was like they were still there... Maybe they were?

One day turned into years, even after learning of his S/O passing. The dreams never stopped, and neither did he. He tried shaking it off by going out to town, and wandered into a cafe. The chilling sensation he felt when he recognized the cafe, but didn't remember why. His body became panicked as the owner told him they just opened last week. Frantically he looked around, the scene unfolding before him, just like in his dreams. Then he slowly remembered the window seat. To his shock, sitting right there was the same person in his dreams. The one he called by his S/O's name. The one that, even in waking life, made his heart race and cheeks flare. He had to kiss them...

He walked over, and asked them if he could sit with them. Their face seemed to be in udder shock. Their mouth was left wordless and wide open. Their eyes wanting to run, but their body lurching forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. A kiss that felt like... Forever.

Pulling back they looked at each other, eyes the only familiar memory from a past life together. It turns out this stranger had dreams about him too.

Japan:

His knees buckled beneath him by his S/O's side. Trying to console them.

Regret filled him, thinking about how he should have known better to keep such a secret for such a long time. Least the worst being letting his S/O stay.

He didn't want to let them go. He wanted them to stay. Even when they first uttered "Hello" to each other, their absence made him feel, strange?

But he knows this story. If they chose to leave, they can leave. If they chose to stay, they will not suffer alone. And if they did nothing but fade in and out, he'd wait for them with open arms, and a warm bed.

But still. The sensation of isolation after they're long gone never left.

The dreams he would have of them made him harsh, and cold. He would never change.

This would be the first time he became insecure over his existence. Being a country was hard, and he had past lovers but this one. It was the final one. So he thought.

The dreams had one day just, stopped. It made his mood worse, and he had snapped at anyone who tried talking to him. Even he knew the only reason he stayed sane was seeing his S/O face behind closed eyes. So he ran to a hidden opening in a nearby forest. The same one he vowed his love for his S/O. He had hoped it would reignite the dreams, and maybe give him some peace. He was beating himself up for not thinking about it earlier.

But his heart shattered at the sight. Where the tree that protected that undying love was replaced with a small home. He had lost his S/O, and now it felt like he lost his S/O's remaining love as well.

He had turned away only to look back at the sound of his name being called. An almost electric shock going through his body. The person who called out to him had felt so familiar. It made him feel warm, and... Happy? But he chose to shove that feeling down, refusing to fall for humanities vices. Yet he still marched over to this stranger, but the closer he got the more hazy he felt. His world spun as he met eyes with them, and his mind filled the blanks, and he embraced them, tears falling. He was unsure if it was the summer heat, or the shock of his last resort being abolished. The only thing that lead to him knowing this was his Darling, was the choked up words he hadn't heard in a century, or three. "It's okay. You don't have to say it right now, I can wait forever for you..."

Italy:

He never felt so alone in his life.

He knew it was the end of the relationship, and he knew better than to stop them. Though he tried.

Eventually the bonds broke, and things got worse between them the longer his S/O bounced between loving him, and wanting to live a normal, human life.

Them leaving felt no different from their passing.

Many years went by, and it flew, but dragged at the same time. Woman after woman, and man after man he tried to rekindle that same passion he had with S/O. But to no avail.

It burned and tormented him. The only one who allowed him to take out his aggression was Germany. Yet even he couldn't give what had been taken...

Italy never remembered his dreams of his S/O. All he knew was the muscle memory of his happiness when they were around, and the tears that fell from the reminder and afterglow of those dreams.

Another person who caught his eye. How many has it been since his S/O passed? Enough that even France had been out to shame, apperantly. Italy just needed the pain to be numbed over, just one more time. It was his addiction, it was his only respite. He should have been wiser. And he wished he knew how Grandpa Rome managed his affairs, Because Feli certainly couldn't do the same.

His hand lingered over the stranger's shoulder, ready to tap, but their scent caught him off guard. His heart gave a painful flutter, and he had to turn and walk away. Hiding away in an alley, he let his eyes water over. The tears poured down like rain as the years of trying to fill a never ending void finally caught up to him. The shame and guilt coming in waves. He didn't want to replace them, he only wanted to be with them. The scent he escaped had found him, and he had looked up to see kind and gentle eyes of a stranger. Italy felt oddly at peace. Like all those years of sleeping around was forgiven due to this stranger.

They had followed him, but why? When he asked his body froze, heart racing. They saw him in almost every dream they had, even when they were little. Some of their friends and family thinking they'd gone insane, and it was passed off as a rare occurrence by professionals. Yet there he stood. A dream made reality. Italy couldn't comprehend what they meant, and knew this should have been a red flag, but between the scent and their glassy eyes, he felt compelled to hold them, and kiss them. So he did, and they didn't even pull away. Not until streams of tears fell, leaving them both with sorrowful smiles, and fond memories stitched back in place.

For those who are confused, I Headcannon that when a country finds their one and only true love (cliche I know) they never have to lose them. Either through reincarnation or some form of magic their S/O will find their way into the countries arms time and time again. Both having vivid dreams about each other. The countries getting glimpse of their S/O in their new form, and their S/O reliving past lives through theirs. Only when they cross paths again, and physically come in contact, the S/O will slowly piece back their life with the country. Though they say nothing lasts forever, it depends on how many lives they decide forever truly is.

[woolieshubris]

OK SO IM GOING TO WRITE SOME BACKSTORY THEN CLICK THE CUT TO SEE THE ORIGINAL ARTICLE WITH NO EDITING.

OK SO BASICALLY. At this point in the series, (season 1 had been out and season 2 kept getting hints dropped) every main love square ship had gotten their "scene", except for marichat. Marichat, argueably, was the (and still is) most popular ship on the show. Suddenly a still frame (or concept art?) was released of marinette and chat sitting on her balcony together looking out at the stars. This was quickly dubbed the "balcony scene" and many many many ficwriters quickly made fics of the scene, people made art for it, and people were overall, generally super f/cking hyped for it. Then, glaciator dropped, and reviews were... mixed to say the least. So here, presented in its full, unedited glory, was my hot 2016 take.

enjoy.

Yes. I will be talking about THIS episode. The episode so anticipated by shippers everywhere. The episode that was supposed to finally give marichat shippers a chance, and we ended up with this.

I hate this episode, for many many reasons, but do not worry. The balcony scene isn't one of them.

Here is my summary, (which is very long, so if you would rather just rewatch the episode feel free to do so)

The episode starts out, with chat asking lady out. Nothing out of the ordinary. She says no, but chat takes it as a maybe. (Which is already really stupid, but I'll let it slide)

After they wrap up the escapade, Mari goes to Andre the sweetheart ice cream man, and becomes disappointed when Adrian says he can't go. (Which is not his fault, so I'm letting this slide as well)

Mari feels like a third wheel and declines Andres ice cream because she's heartbroken? (You can get ice cream any day? And it wasn't Adrian's choice either, she should know this by now?)

Andres feelings are hurt.

Cut to chat, who is waiting for ladybug, and lady isn't showing.

Cut to hawkmoth who akumatizes Andre, and then cut to mari, who feels bad about the who ordeal.

Chat blows out candles angstily (even though lady clearly said no, AND thought he was joking) and decides that lady doesn't love him.

Mari is sad about Adrian and goes out to her balcony, balcony scene happens and chat brings Mari to his date he had planned.

Mari is surprised that chat hadn't been joking this entire time (ehh it makes enough sense) and now she feels double as bad.

Andre attacks.

Chat leaps into action and ladybug comes right after. Chat is angsty, and ladybug doesn't show any kind of remorse (what?)

She says sorry, but with no meaning. (maybe bad voice acting, so I'll let this one slide as well) chat is still mad. They soon make the discovery that he doesn't hurt couples, so lady asks if they could pretend to be a couple and chat says no. (Which makes sense) then lady like 1 minute later asks the same thing and chat says yes. (What why would he say yes? ) And they pretend to be a couple but it doesn't do anything to help them?

It helps them escape but they could have done that without pretending to be a couple? Anyways, they save the day and then lady comes to go see chats surprise. He offers her a rose, and lady says she only wants to be friends.

(Chat should have still been mad at her, since she never even said sorry properly, I mean I know I would have,) and chat smiles and says that's fine, then he blasts off.

We follow chat to his room and he's smiling in his bed. Plagg tells him it's ok to be heartbroken, and that a little cheese can help, but Adrian says he isn't heartbroken, and that he's glad she sees him as a friend.

Oof that summary was longer than expected, but it was hopefully shorter than the episode.

Ok, so now that we are all refreshed, I will now list m problems with the episode, in order to make it easier to fix.

First problem, Marinette is heartbroken over the ice cream.

We can easily fix this by making it a special day, like maybe it's a blue moon that night, and Mari wanted to see it with Adrien. It could be the same for Chat with Ladybug, they wanted to see the blue moon together. He takes the, "maybe, I have plans" as a, "sure I'll make it a plan" because he really really wants it to happen, maybe even have plagg mention it, say something along the lines of, "She said she had plans," and Adrien says, "She said maybe!" (I know they already say this, but it isn't portrayed very well in my opinion.

Problem two, Ladybug never says sorry, and chat doesn't care.

Honestly, throughout the entire episode, I was waiting for ladybug to give chat a hug and just say sorry properly. Throughout most of the episode, chat looks on the brink of tears, and lady acts like she can't see it, and chat forgives her almost instantly. It would have been much more interesting to see a chat begrudgingly doing as he's told, just to save Paris, and go home.

Problem 3, Chat isn't heartbroken.

As stated in the show, we don't ever see the sensitive side of chat noir, and the show seems to want to avoid the subject. Chat got friendzoned. He says he's happy to be lady's friend, but he always was, from the start. All of this buildup, only for it to be knocked down in a single episode. Adrien should have been devistated, but then again, this is one of those "reset" type of shows, where everything must resolve before the credits roll, and it becomes very obvious with the awkward transition. You can tell that they were planning to have him heartbroken in bed, mad at ladybug, but someone said, "kids don't want meaningful character exploration, they want happy endings!"

Ok, so now I write my script doctored version of this episode. Warning, it's pretty long.

Ladybug and chat are talking it up as they help the people get off the bus.

"So, you heard about the blue moon tonight chat noir?" Lady asks.

"Yeah, when there is a full moon twice in a month? It's very rare!" Chat says, explaining to all the kids what a blue moon is. "Well, m'lady, can you visit me tonight? You know, to see it together?" Lady shakes her head.

"I have plans," lady thinks it over for a bit however, "but maybe I can come." Chat looks at the time on his baton, and realizes he has to go back home, his piano practice is almost over.

"Gotta go, see you later ladybug!" He says, as he runs off. Lady goes home and realizes that's she's almost late to go meet her friends. She runs out the door and we cut to Adrien, who is texting Nino.

"Sorry nino, father said I can't come" he's talking as he's texting. Plagg flies by and says, "you didn't even ask your dad, how do you know he'd say no?"

Adrien responds, "I have plans with ladybug remember?"

Plagg rolls his eyes. "She said that she had plans."

Adrien looks at plagg and says, "she said maybe."

We cut away from Adrien and we now see a heartbroken Mari.

"It's the blue moon, the most magical night of all, and we were going to eat Andre's ice cream, the most magical ice cream in Paris!" Mari sighs sadly as she sits down on a bench. Nino shows her the text and says, "It's never adrien's fault, so don't blaim him for not being able to show."

"I know, I know." Mari stands up and they all start looking for the ice cream cart.

Cut to chat, who's has just finished setting up the date.

"I really hope she comes." Chat says this with certainty, showing his trust in ladybug. Without having to OUTRIGHT SAY IT. (cough cough episode 12 cough cough)

Cut back to mari, who is exhausted from the chase to find the cart, and salty about Adrien. She sees alya and nino holding hands as they get their ice cream, and looks at the ground while she sits on the bench, not wanting to see it. "We can never be like them" She says, salty. Andre notices this and gives her the ice cream.

"Perfect, just like your love!" Andre says, with a smile. Mari's twisted salty head decides that she doesn't love him, because she and adrien will never be like alya and nino, so when Andre is passing the icecream to Mari, she doesn't grab it, and it falls to the ground.

"I don't love anyone." Mari says, as she stares at the fallen ice cream. Under her breath Mari says, "because no body loves me." Mari looks up at Andre who looks very sad. She realizes what happened and runs to her house. Cut to chat, who is doing the candle thing he did before because that was a really good and powerful scene and I don't want to change it. Start balcony scene, and everything is the same up until the "reveal" of the surprise to ladybug. This time, she hugs him, and you see chats eyes tearing up as she friendzones him. He lets go of the hug prematurely, and smiles, putting the rose in lady's hair. He goes back home and no more cuts to chat or Adrien so we can let the viewers draw their own conclusions. Everything is the same up until when Adrien gets the ice cream. This time, Adrien looks a little happy/sad when Andre prepares him the ladybug ice cream. Happy because he knows he still loves ladybug, but also sad because he knows she will never love him in the same way.

I'm sorry for making you read that entire thing. If you made it through, please, tell me below, which version you like more, and I really want to see your criticism of both. I'd love to have a conversation about it.

[3pirouette]

Fic: Iterate (1/1)

Title: Iterate By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Spoilers: Up through Endgame. Disclaimer: They're not mine. Word Count: 2953 Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Summary: Steve lived through the 21st century twice, the second time hurt much more than the first.

A/N: I literally made myself cry today on the way to work while I was working this out in my head. It was SUPPOSED to be FLUFFY. I’m not exactly why I decided on this format, all I know is that it felt right. I hope you enjoy. Steggy is just mentioned, more Steve-centric. 

It was supposed to be a stupid, fluffy story about Old Steve living with his granddaughter and being a LITTLE SHIT to her all the time because he’s 100% comfortable with modern things and it drives her nuts. I’m sorry.

Also, please pay attention to vague time stamps. Certain details are changed for impact. Hence, AU (Even though I FULLY BELIEVE that once the stones are placed back there is only ONE main timeline where Steve lived, was Peggy’s husband, and that’s how he showed up at the end of Endgame. Fight me.)

AND I’M SORRY.

~*~ October 2023

He supposed he’d always been waiting for this day. Steve knew he’d be around for it, one way or another. At least, he’d always assumed that, though he’d thought he’d experience it in a very, very different way.

He didn’t know the exact time, just a vague recollection that it was early afternoon, that there had been sunlight they’d blocked out with the blast shields, that they’d tried to eat lunch but they were all too nervous.

Funny. Same thing happened to him today. He couldn’t manage to get anything to slide down past the lump in his throat, couldn’t fill his stomach to calm the butterflies. He tried coffee first. It was warm and robust but had no effect.

He pulled out the tin from the back of the cabinet and made a cup of tea from one of the few remaining bags there. He sipped it and imagined Peggy sitting across from him, telling him off for using old tea that would be bitter and teasing him for how much sugar he put in it.

He drank a beer and wished to god that he had just one flask of whatever it was Thor used to carry around. He needed something to calm his nerves.

He caught his reflection in the window over the sink. For just the briefest second he saw his young self, so broken by so much, not knowing that today would be the day he’d be put to his greatest test. But the sun shifted and he could see every wrinkle in the refection, every grey hair, the haziness to his eyes that the doctor said was the beginning of cataracts.

A lifetime ago this day had changed everything for him without him knowing. Today, he was just as eager for the moment when Banner would put on that glove, this time for very different reasons.

~*~

In the end, Steve Rogers managed to live a fairly normal life.

Once back with Peggy, he kept away from the spotlight. Unsure if he’d created a parallel timeline or if he was living in his own, he did his best to avoid changing things.

Because even when he wanted to change things, he realized very quickly, he couldn’t.

He became enamored with sci-fi and fantasy that included time travel, with physicists who wrote books on the subject. He wanted to understand it, to know the unknowable.

He eventually decided that he was prescribing to the Doctor Who Theory of time travel: that it was all very, very complicated but that some things, no matter what, had to just happen in their own time and some things were simply fixed and would always happen the way they were supposed to. He’d seen this first with Zola- as he’d tried to get the man and his influence away from SHIELD they only dug their heels in deeper and kept him. It was later reaffirmed when, despite every effort, The Winter Soldier escaped him and Howard and Maria were left for dead in their car, young Tony devistated.

After that day, he stopped trying so hard to avoid squishing butterflies and focused instead on enjoying what he had.

What he had was, after all, quite a lot: A wife, two young boys, and a second chance at the life he’d missed while fighting other men’s wars.

~*~

Despite knowing all that laid ahead for him and his friends in the future that was now his past and yet somehow once again his future, Steve eventually started longing for the new millennium as decades past him by. He missed the technology, the ability to have whatever kind of entertainment he waited at the tips of his fingers. Though he’d known a good portion of what would happen from history books, once he’d gone back, he’d lived an entire lifetime full of surprises, experiencing things like the moon landing and the Vietnam war first hand. But now, as he grew older and he knew his days with Peggy were numbered, he longed for the small comforts of familiarity, for e-mails and smartphones and heated steering wheels on cars that parked themselves.

As the 2000’s arrived, he felt himself get more and more comfortable with the things around him: the news, the events he’d already experienced once and would again in a different way. It felt good to feel at least on solid ground with the world around him, knowing what was to come for him.

His home was lonely after Peggy was gone, and he made his only granddaughter an offer she couldn’t refuse: free room and board if she helped him keep up the house. An elementary school art teacher, Maggie was happy to step in for a little financial relief as she tried to navigate the churlish economy.

If he never told her that he was perfectly capable of taking care of the house by himself, it didn’t quite matter. The company was more than enough. And if when she smiled she looked just a little like her namesake and it warmed his heart… well, that wasn’t a bad thing, either.

The best part, he’d found though, was that it was hilariously funny to drive his granddaughter crazy. He’d lived through the early decades of the 21st century as a young man. He’d learned how to navigate the internet, interface with the most complicated technology there was to offer, and listened to music that wouldn’t be written for years to come. He loved watching her face as he sang along to Billie Eilish on the radio or realize that she didn’t have to explain to him how to use an iPad or Facetime.

~*~

She yelled at him the first snowfall. Skidded her car (all-wheel drive, thank goodness he’d convinced her to get the newest model) into the freshly shoveled driveway and tore out of the driver’s seat, yelling at him a mile a minute.

They’ll think I’m some kind of self-centered princess letting a centenarian shovel this and try to kill himself!  She’d yelled, trying to take the shovel from his hands.

He was still stronger than he should be, and held his ground. I don’t want you hurting yourself on this stuff.

Me? She’s screeched, and he’d laughed. He couldn’t help but smile and find her concern at least a little comical. Deep down he understood, knew that he should be trying to sell his age a little more, be trying to hide that he was still strong and fast and in better shape than some of his middle-aged neighbors.

As much as he’d like to push her off, tell her to go inside, he couldn’t. She wasn’t a self-centered princess, but she was his princess, and he bent to her whim like a branch in the wind. He’d kissed her on the head and finally handed her the shovel, leaving her the last bit of the path to her to clean up, and promised to take better care of himself.

She didn’t know that when she left for work, he still went down the basement and bench pressed 225 on an easy day.

~*~

She teased him about his record collection. Even though records had come back in style, she still thought it was silly to have a whole wall dedicated to them when she could access nearly all of musical history on her cell phone. He showed her his own digital playlists and popped in his airpods when he was reading sometimes, but he loved the sound the needle made when it hit the wax.

One night, when he couldn’t listen to her teasing anymore, no matter how good natured it was, he played dirty.

You know, there’s a new song coming out by one of those artists you like. WAP? Heard it’s a cover of a song your Nana and I used to dance to all the time.

Two weeks later, he heard the familiar opening bass to the song Barton had played incessantly in the gym while he was working out and had quoted for months, the song that he hadn’t been able to get away from even in the past with random phrases like macaroni in a pot popping into his head at the most inconvenient times.

Barely half a verse in she’d either shut it off or turned the music way lower. At dinner she couldn’t look at him.

That was not at cover, Pop Pop. And I don’t want to think about you and Nana like that… ever.

~*~

She cried when she came home, a year after Peggy’s death, to see Peggy’s beautiful vanity had been moved into her room, Peggy’s jewelry box on it front and center.

What did you do? She’d kept asking him, tears in her eyes.

She’d want you to have it. He knew it was the truth. He hugged her tight as she sniffed and knew he’d made the right decision. He remembered Peggy sitting with Maggie on her knee on the small stool, letting the girl paw through her necklaces and play with her big fluffy make-up brushes. Maggie reaching for her eyeshadow and Peggy deftly pulling it away. Peggy being just a little too slow with the lipstick and the toddler bouncing around the house, proudly showing off the circle on the bottom half of her face to anyone who would look at her.

They’d loved their boys, but Maggie had both of their hearts in a way they hadn’t been prepared for.

Steve had to make up and excuse to leave the house the next morning when Maggie came down to breakfast, wearing the single pearl drop necklace he’d gotten for Peggy on their 25th wedding anniversary and her signature red lipstick. It was a good pain, but the first time he saw her in her grandmother’s necklaces, it was pain none the less.

~*~ Spring 2018

He knew the date it was supposed to happen. He’d kept up enough to know that it would, too. His other self was out there, somewhere, fighting what would become the biggest battle of his life.

Steve decided to focus on the small things. He kept the house stocked up with food and drinks, nonperishables that would last months and even years, toilet paper and paper towels. He ordered big metal shelves for the basement and made sure there was enough for multiple people for the long haul.

He didn’t know what would happen to his family in the snap- who would make it and who wouldn’t, but he was going to be sure whoever survived would be set for the following months where there was chaos, food and water shortages, and fear.

It would be a long five years for anyone that was left.

Even though she was home most nights, he asked Maggie for a standing Thursday night date. Some nights he showed her how to keep the house up: where the water main was, how to shut it on and off, where the gas line was, what to do if the roof started leaking. He made notebooks full of lists of things to do, how-to’s for the house and for life, and even, when he was awake in the middle of the night, wrote her letters so she wouldn’t be lonely.

Somehow, he just knew it would be him this time. He had survived the first snap, but if there were two of him and one survived, the other, statistically, did not. Thanos was very clear on how half worked.

Maggie, at first, had been scared. His family knew he had a knack for predicting the future, but didn’t know quite why.

Are you dying? Maggie had asked, fearing the worst when she started to realize that their Thursday night take-out and movie date was about more than just spending time together.

No, he’d said so very often, I just want you to be ready for anything.

Despite all of her questions, she went along with it.

When the day came, he couldn’t quite keep the sadness out of his eyes. Couldn’t quite smile at her. They ate pizza in front of the TV, watching a comedy Maggie had picked. He kept his eyes on his watch. It was coming.

His fingers itched. Like he could already feel his cells pulling apart.

He reached out, taking her hand in his and covering it with is other hand. “Maggie, you know I love you, right?”

She smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She’d sensed his anxiety all day. “Of course, I do. And I love you, Pop Pop.”

He looked away and then back at her. “I promise you, whatever happens, I’m alright, and I’ll be back.”

“Pop Pop,” her eyes filled with tears, “What are you talking about?”

He shook his head, “I’ve left you everything you’ll need, and I promise I’ll be back.”

A tear fell from her eye as she squeezed his hand tighter. “But where…”

It was as if the world went silent as it started to happen. Though the television droned on in the background, he could swear the air was stiller. He started to see the dust fill the air and tried not to breathe.

But it was wrong.

It wasn’t him.

Her hand was falling to nothing in his, the fear in her eyes haunting as the skin of her cheeks flecked into the air, swirling before falling along with the rest of her into a pile on the couch.

It was so fast. So fast.

And it wasn’t him.

“No…” The word fell from his lips as a whisper, sobs starting to form in his throat.

~*~

He wondered, nearly every night for five years, if Thanos knew. If it had somehow been a conscious choice to keep him alive, to make him suffer just a little more. To make him watch his other self on television trying to promote healing.

Sometimes, he realized that this was a blessing. His sons and granddaughter were safe while they were snapped, protected by the fabric of the universe. Bucky had told him that he didn’t remember anything from being snapped, didn’t feel any different when he woke up than if he’d taken a long, heavy nap.

Somewhere, his family was taking the universe’s longest nap without him.

But they’d be spared these memories. They’d be spared lonely nights of missing loved ones and too little to eat while the world sorted out the jobs that were suddenly empty to keep things running for those that were left behind.

They’d be spared the fear of the gangs that started roaming the streets of half abandoned cities, looting for food and clothes in stores that had never officially closed but also couldn’t open with their owners simply gone.

They’d be spared the rolling blackouts and the contaminated water scares.

They’d be spared the fear of the country as the government suddenly found itself missing elected officials and the infighting and the rhetoric that came with martial law and hasty elections.  

They’d be spared so, so much pain and loss.

Every day, he relived it all, twice over.

He counted every day for five years, making his way through each week and month motivated by only one thought: they were coming back. He needed to be ready for them, for her.

He helped his daughter in law keep their house, managed his other son’s apartment in DC and kept his things ready and waiting, made sure Maggie’s things were safe and in working order, made sure her bank account stayed open and her phone bill was paid. He’d never, not once, considered he’d be the one left behind, and the logistics of all there was to do left him busy for the first few weeks.

Everyone told him his hope that the dusted would return was infectious, but after the first year, people stopped listening. He knew, for a fact, they’d come back, but everyone else didn’t. Even the past him was operating on the idea that they’d never be back.

Some days he didn’t make it out of bed. He laid there, talking to the ceiling, whispering to Peggy, wishing she could talk back, wishing she could be one of the ones brought back. He missed her with a ferocity that hadn’t changed since the first time he’d been in this time, but had only been tempered and strengthened by a lifetime together.

As the days drew closer to the five-year mark, he began to make arrangements.

~*~ October 2023

He cleaned the living room and set it to the way it had been that night. He pulled out every note and letter he’d written Maggie and his children and put them in the kitchen, ready and waiting.

He sat on the couch, facing the blank television, a new, piping hot, pepperoni pizza sitting in front of him, untouched.

He still couldn’t eat.

He still didn’t know if this was the right timeline. As he’d gotten closer to this day his faith had wavered. What if all he’d come to believe wasn’t true? What if this wasn’t the one fourteen million? He wanted to believe, but he didn’t know for sure.

He looked at his watch, watching as the seconds ticked by. What were a few seconds to him? He’d lived more than one lifetime, and that had been enough. He had barely made it through these five years the first time. The second time had almost truly broken him. He was ready for this to be over. He was ready to stop having to deal with loss and to be able to live whatever time he had left with the family he loved.

He held out his hand, and waited.

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Black Dog...

A Bucky Barnes x Reader fanfic

A/N: The motherfluffer strikes again! I know I said I was going to do a pt 2 of "What Is and What Should Never Be", but I was sitting with my doggo tonight and this is what I was inspired to write. It's more of a prequel, I guess.

Summary: There's not much Bucky wouldn't do for his best girl, but when she suggests they get a dog to help them readjust to life after the final battle with Thanos, he's not so sure it's a great idea.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/ fem! enhanced! Reader

(reader can see moments into the future as well as understanding all languages and processing new information quickly, plus she's also a super soldier)

Warnings: Slight angst, mild swearing, fluff!, mentions of PTSD and panic attacks, No editor, we die like men

“You want to do what?”

Bucky considers himself a fairly reasonable person (well, there is the “was brainwashed for over fifty years” part) and he prides himself on valuing whatever his girlfriend (fiance he reminds himself, she kept the ring on for five years) says instead of only listening to come up with a response, but this time, he’s almost certain he’s heard wrong. At least, he hopes he has.

“I want to get a puppy.”

That’s exactly what he thought she said. “Or really a dog of any age.” Where to begin with that suggestion.

He likes dogs. He had one before the war. But that was back when it was safe to walk through Brooklyn at night, not to mention walk your dog along the sidewalk after dinner. Back before sudden noises in the night, however light or normal they are made him bolt upright in bed and reach for the knife he still keeps on the nightstand just in case. Before fighting “bad guys” was part of his every-day life, and way before he himself had become a bad guy. All of that considered, there’s only one way he can answer.

“I don’t think so, doll.” The corners of her lips turn down and her eyelids lower.

“Oh.” She’s more disappointed than she’ll let on. Maybe there’s a way to smooth it over.

“Why did you want a dog?”

He takes a seat on the sofa next to her (they were going to settle into their usual after work activity; watch something neither of them will remember later as an excuse to be together, usually with her legs resting in his lap and a bowl of popcorn between them) and silently wills her to look up, not be saddened by something he’s done. Goodness knows she’s had enough of that to last a lifetime already, and the wedding isn’t for another month.

She shrugs, still absently picking at her pilling sweater.

“There’s been studies done on how having a pet helps lower stress levels and raise seratonin levels. That helps with PTSD and sleep disorders.”

Something that used to just apply to him, but after Thanos, it’s as often her waking up from a nightmare that felt just a little too real or staring at words in a book that she’s not even seeing long after midnight.

“Plus-” She laughs, but it’s not the unbridled sound he treasures, it’s… bitter somehow. “-it’ll be like exposure therapy. We’ll be forced to leave the apartment for more than groceries and work.”

It seems as if the outside world has become even louder and more unbearable since the world ended and restarted again.

“All of that sounds good-” There’s the beginings of a smile on her face. He hates that he’s about to crush it all over again. “-but what about the logistics of it?” She frowns, clearly confused. “We don’t know where we’ll be living once your lease is up-”

“There are plenty of other apartment complexes that allow pets.” He nods.

“Yeah, but not all of them. And on top of that, when we’re away on missions, who’s gonna look after the pooch?” She seems to be considering it, mulling it over, then-

“Here me out: we train the dog to come with us on missions and do reconnaissance.” The smirk on her face lets him know that it’s a joke. Good. Then she’s not completely devistated.

“If the situation looks too tough, we’ll send him out ahead of us. While he’s licking their faces and their guards are down because even the worst of the worst can’t resist a cute puppy-”

“We storm the place?” She nods, shoulders shaking in a quiet laugh.

“You’re catching on! And, we can order a special doggy uniform since you can find anything on the internet these days.”

That’s the final straw, and before he can even consider it, he’s laughing too.

“You do make a pretty compelling argument, but let’s stick a pin in it until this thing-”He indicates her left hand, which is now resting casually against his thigh. “-becomes official.”

“Fair enough.”

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She’s doing better now, she thinks. Better than she was for the past few months. Still, after her last class at the community college lets out (so many new enrollments now that the population is back to normal, and the majority of them have no memory of the hell those who survived the snap endured for five years), she sits in her car for a solid half hour, shaking and crying her way through a panic attack. When it passes, she reaches for the makeup bag hidden in her purse and, in an effort that’s really muscle memory at this point, repairs the damage to her face. There. Nearly normal.

Driving home is considerably more difficult than it used to be now that there’s more cars on the road, but the route is familiar, so that’s some comfort. Not everything changes. She really should pick up some potatoes and cubed beef for tonight’s dinner, but after the day she’s had, facing a crowded supermarket seems like just a step too far. Takeout, then. Maybe a pizza. After all, she’s got the same chemicals running through her veins as he does, which means their metabolisms can keep up with excess calories. It’s one of the better side effects of being “enhanced” as her file is labeled.

She’s so busy thinking about which toppings to order that she barely manages to swerve in time to keep from hitting the animal slowly limping towards the curbside.

“Shit!”

The miriad of horns honking from behind and beside her let her know that her decision isn’t a popular one. Still, she eases the car to the curb and as soon as the coast is clear (she should just run into traffic… no, that’s an intrusive thought, acknowledged and dismissed), steps out.

The animal made it across, at least. Animal, because she can’t be sure what species it is. It’s trying to get away from her, but the poor thing is limping badly, so there’s not much chance it’ll manage that particular feat even if she weren’t faster than the average human. She approaches with caution (if she were to be bitten, would it even effect her? More than likely not) in case she startles it.

“It’s alright.” She’s got it cornered now, and she can see that it’s a dog. A pathetic lump of matted fur and mange with at least one broken leg, but a dog none the less. She crouches, holding her hand out in front of her, palm open.

“You’re okay, sweetie. I’m not going to hurt you.” The poor thing is shaking, letting out low growls that quickly turn to whimpers as soon as she touches it. “You’ve had some tough luck, haven’t you? Yeah.”

She can’t tell what color it is under the filth and… her breath catches in her throat… blood. Black for now, but maybe a lighter color once it’s washed. However, the tongue that peeks out from a swollen muzzle is unmistakably pink. “Good boy. Or girl. I’m not going to look close enough to find out right now. Don’t worry.” It’s not a huge dog. She could probably lift it. That is, if it’ll let her. “A car hit you, didn’t it? Hurt that poor leg of yours.” She leans closer to get a better look. No collar. A stray, more than likely, and definitely a mutt. The decision is made. She’s not leaving it here.

“Alright. I’m going to get you some help, but that means I have to pick you up. Now, I’d appreciate it if you’d kindly refrain from biting me when I do that, okay?” She takes the blink as agreement. “Here we go.”

She must look strange, emerging from an alleyway in the middle of Brooklyn with at least thirty pounds of unidentifiably colored dog in her arms, but if any of the other motorists notice, they don’t let on. Thank goodness for technology. With the press of a button, her car unlocks and she’s able to deposite her new friend in the passenger seat before settling behind the wheel once more. “Siri, show me the nearest animal hospital.” Once the gps is online, she adds as an afterthought, “Call Barnes.”

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Somehow, when he picked up the phone and the first words out of her mouth were, “Bucky, you’re not gonna believe me…” he didn’t expect it to result in him sitting in a veterinarian’s office an hour later, waiting to hear about a dog he’s never seen. Well, that’s not quite true. She did snap a quick picture. Even though he knows it probably wasn’t at it’s best, that had to be the most pathetic lump of fur and fleas he’s ever laid eyes on, through a photograph or otherwise. He’s not even sure it had both ears!

None of that matters though, because now he’s sitting there, pretending to study his phone with his baseball cap drawn low over his eyes and a pair of sunglasses to boot while she flips through the same magazine for the fourth time. If he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t think the dog’s going to make it (actually, it might be kinder if it didn’t, the pooch is in such bad shape), but he’s decided it’s best not to bring that up. Time will tell.

“Are you mad?” That’s the first thing she’s said since he arrived and she informed him that they’d taken the dog back for immediate surgery.

“That depends. Did you walk into traffic to save him?” It probably wouldn’t hurt her, considering she’s strong enough to stop a car if she really wants to, but it’s not exactly a healthy habit to get into. Especially if they’re trying to be inconspicuous.

“No.” She flips another page. “Although I may have swerved to avoid hitting him, then chased him down into an alleyway and cornered him by a dumpster.”

That sparks a memory from the early days in Romania, the ones where he thought he was dating someone for the first time since the forties (albeit, moving very, very slowly) and she was under the impression that he saw her as a little sister. Her apartment was the equivalent of “low rent” and when, halfway through ‘Singin’ In the Rain’, a rat made it’s unfortunate appearance, she told him, “No, don’t kill it! Just get rid of it!” while standing on top of the coffee table (because clearly, that was so much safer than the floor). In the end, he did catch the rat (thanks to her precognition), and they safely moved it and it’s nest into a quiet corner of the courtyard. That’s when he realized he was in way over his head with this girl, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It’s still one of his favorite memories, so-

“ ‘Course not.” She doesn’t look entirely convinced, so he wraps his arm around her, pulling her close despite the plastic waiting room chairs. “Why would I be mad at my girl for having a big heart?”

She chuckles, leaning into him. “You mean I’m a softy.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

Before she can reply, the door swings open. It’s late, and they’re the only ones left waiting, so it’s no surprise when the woman in scrubs stops in front of them.

“Your dog made it through surgery, although we did have to amputate the front left leg.” Huh. That’s the same one he lost. “We also took the liberty of giving him his rabies and heartworms shots, and since you said it’s a stray, we’ll call animal control to pick him up once he’s awake.”

That’s for the best. She may have a thing for hard luck cases, wounded animals, and lost teddy bears, but it’s not like they can keep the dog. He’s come around to the idea of getting a pet at some point (maybe he’ll surprise her at Christmas), but an animal that’s in that bad of condition… it’s a lot of work, and he’s not sure either of them is up for it (well, if truth be told, if he’s up to it).

“Did you want to come back to see him?” She looks up at him, clearly trying to get a read on what he’d rather do. He could just say no thanks, they’re alright. It’ll only make things harder when they have to go home. But, it’s obvious she wants to, and he’s not great at telling her no.

“Sure.”

He’s panicking just a little as they walk through a maze of corridors and metal doors that lock behind them. Calm down, it’s just a vet’s office, not a prison. You’re not going to have to fight your way out.

Finally, after the dozenth turn, the vet announces, “Here we are. He’s still a little groggy, and we had to shave him. It looked like he could use a trim anyway.” and pushes open another locked door.

Even with his leg repaired and his fur at least partially groomed, he doesn’t look like much. There are indeed two ears; one of them is just crooked, folding down instead of sticking straight up. He still couldn’t guess at the breed, but with all the muck washed away, it’s still a black dog. There’s an I.V. attached, and Bucky’s expecting that the most it’ll do is whimper if it’s touched, but as she approaches the table and gingerly begins to pet it between the ears, the dog’s eyes open, and it licks her hand.

“Hey, boy. You made it through. I knew you were a fighter.” Is it sticking it’s tongue out and- “Whoa. Your breath could take out an army!” -attempting to lick her face.

“We think he’s about eight months old. May get a little bigger, but not much.”

He’s a decent sized dog. Not exactly one you’d chose to guard your house, but not a lap dog either. And he seems friendly.

“Some nice people from animal control are going to come get you once you’re all better and they’ll find you a good home.”

Unlikely. After all, the dog’s a tripod. He’s going to regret asking this, but-

“Is there anything else wrong with him besides the leg?”

The vet shakes her head. “Nothing that a flea bath, mange treatment, and a few good meals couldn’t fix.”

So really, it wouldn’t be THAT much work. He’s seen plenty of dogs who can still walk with only three legs. He needs to get ahold of himself. The dog might not even like him. Animals are funny; they can tell a bad person from a good one, and if he’s being honest with himself, he’s not sure if he qualifies as the latter after all he’s done. There’s only one way to find out.

“Hey, boy.” He reaches out his hand (the metal one, because even if it’ll heal quickly, he’s not crazy about being bitten) and scratches under the dog’s chin. “You had a hard day, didn’t you?”

The dog sniffs at his arm and then, wonder of wonders, his back leg starts to kick. “But you still seem pretty happy even if you are a little worse for wear.”

He really shouldn’t do this. It’s a lot of work, having a dog of any kind. They don’t know where they’ll be living once her lease is up, and oh yeah, they’re getting married in three weeks. But, the big puppy dog eyes look up at him (the dog’s looking pretty desperate too), and he knows his decision’s made.

“Think Stark ever designed armor for dogs?” Her brow knits in confusion.

“You know, since we can’t very well have him out there on missions without some sort of protection.” There it is. Recognition.

“Are you serious?”

“No.” The beginnings of a smile freezes on her face. “There’s no way we’re taking an innocent dog into a situation with hostiles. Are you nuts?” That laugh gets him every time.

“So we’re keeping him?”

He nods.

“We’re keeping him, doll.”

She hasn’t looked this purely happy in ages. For once, the memories of the past and worries about the future are completely forgotten, and that makes it worth it. That, and, well… he is a pretty cute dog.

Author's note: here's a picture of my good boi and writing pal, Rigby.

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New Journey (S.H.) Prologue Season 2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: Y/n Henderson joins her brother’s little adventure and makes a new friend on the way.

Warnings: swearing

Notes: tell me your opinion on this chapter. If you wanna be tagged just comment and also english is not my native language. Enjoy!

Not requested 

Also gif not mine

~ New Journey Masterlist >> Chapter 1 

“Hey, Steve! Steve, wait up! ”

A year has passed since the whole upside down thing and fortunately your life is still pretty much the same. You were doing great in classes, you still hang out with your friends and your family was stronger than ever. You were extremely glad that your brother and you of course, but manly him, made it out alright after those Demogorgons came around. You were both now safe, but the memories still haunted you.

He just missed Eleven a lot. And you can’t blame him. That girl had an impact on you too. You just felt like you had to protect her, but you failed. You weren’t there when she disappeared, you were with the quite weird trio. Well four with you too. Jonathan, Nancy and Steve. Jonathan had told you everything that was happening from the day Will went missing, since you two were best friends because of your connection from your brothers. You were devistated. You loved that kid with your whole heart and when weird things started happening you were more than willing to help. Nancy came along too and after the events you grew even closer with her.

One thing tho changed. Your opinion in Steve Harrington.

After he decided to actually come back and help (and save your life from the terrifying creature) you saw him in a different light. You weren’t friends. No. More like acquaintances with shared drama. You two just gave small smiles while passing each other and had little chit chats whenever you were both waiting for Nancy to exit school. And to your surprise you realized that he was actually a decent guy, once he had left that awful little group of his.

But now, you really could not believe that you were running after “King Steve” to see if he was ok. Well.. former King. Now that Billy guy had taken over High School. Ugh Billy. If you thought that Steve was an asshole, Billy was 10 times more of a douche than him. He was a jerk that just wanted to show off, bang girls and be an idiot. Tonight at the party he had tried to hit on you too, but he failed miserably, since you didn’t take this kind of crap. He was actually ready to hit his “second chance” with you when a troubled Steve came running from upstairs and directly out.

You were with Jonathan at the time and when he pumped shoulders with him, he made eye contact with you and you were able to see the state he was in, but he didn’t stop. Even when you grabbed his hand he didn’t stop. But now that you were trying to catch him and were yelling his name, he did.

“ What?” he simply said when he turned around, head low so you wouldn’t be able to see the tears in his face. But you already had.

After quickly catching up to him -‘damn high heels’ you thought. You were dressed as Sandy from the movie Grease and of course your outfit had to be from the scene of the best song from the whole thing- you started questioning him “ Steve.. What’s wrong? What happened?”

“ Nothing you need to worry about..” he said coldly and started walking away from you, but you couldn’t just leave him. So you walked up to him to stop him from getting any further away.

“ Steve. Something is crearly wrong. Please tell me what happened, maybe I can help.” you told him as sweetly as you could.

“ Yeah.. Like you care, Henderson. Just go, I don’t need your pity.” Steve told you and made his way around you to leave once again. But you did want to help. You did care. Even if it felt weird that you wanted to make him feel better, you did.

You were ready to call his infamous name again when he stopped, sighed and turned to look at you. Only then were you actually able to see the hurt look in his eyes and you started to connect all the dots together “Did you know?” was his simple question, but you knew what he meant.

You had seen the scene that occurred between him and Nancy earlier, he was just fine when he took her upstairs, but then he left the house like a hot mess. And Nancy was very drunk. So much that she may not have been able to control what she was doing.. Or saying.

“Yes, I did..” you answered, but continued when his face fell much further than it already was, if that was possible “But she didn’t tell me. I just.. I just figured, you know? You looked at her the way she looked at someone else..”

'Why did I continue?’ You questioned to yourself. What you just said did not make something better. Most likely made it worse. You just did not seem to stop talking when you needed to.

“ Was I so.. so oblivious?” he said quietly more to himself than you and sat down at the pavement. You followed his actions and sat next to him, as a way to try and comfort him the best way you could.

“ It could happen to anyone..? ” you said slowly not sure what was the right thing to tell him right now. He chuckled. Not what you had expected him to do.

“ Y/N, you.. You really don’t have to pretend like you need to make me feel better. Don’t try.” he sniffed and run his hands through his hair and like magic it stayed the same way.

You stayed silent trying to think of the right words to say to make him understand that you did want to be here. You just couldn’t. Your mind was blank, the only thing in it was the sad expression the messed boy has beside you.

You both stayed silent until he spoke again “Just go.. Don’t waste your time with me..” and you finally were able to think again.

Even if Nancy was your dear friend you had to admit that she surely did a number on him. He didn’t deserve it. He truly loved her and his heart was crushed in seconds in the most terrible place and moment ever. And then you realized that you were angry. You were angry with how Nancy made him feel. You knew that she shouldn’t be in a relationship were she doesn’t have to offer something to the other person, but she couldn’t just blurt it out like that.

“ No.” you replied after several seconds.

Steve looked up to you with disbelief in his eyes surely not waiting for that answer. He was sure that you would leave. Like everybody seems to do.

“I’m not leaving. You clearly need someone right now and I’m gonna be here for you. You’re hurt Steve and that’s okay.. But, what Nancy did.. It’s not. No one should find out something like that like this. And no one should be alone after it, so I’m gonna stick here with you and you can’t do anything about it. And you don’t have to talk. I mean- if you want to you can, but if you don’t feel like it, it’s okay. We can just.. Just enjoy each other’s company.” you finished with a smile and turned your head looking forward missing his surprised and glad expression on his face.

He did want someone there. He did not admit it, but he was happy you stayed. He was always fond of you, especially after that crazy night at the Byers’ house, but he was afraid to get to know you better cause he thought you disliked him. Guess he was wrong.

After some minutes in pure silence he spoke up “You need a ride home?” he looked at you. He seemed better, hurt but better than before. His tears had dried but his eyes were still red.

“No, Jonathan brought me here and I don’t want him to be concerned about where I am.” you answered with a small smile.

“ Well.. Seeing that he is now busy with taking a drunk Nancy in his car, I don’t think that he remembers he owes you a ride.” he finished pointing on your left.

You turned and indeed saw Jonathan getting, with a little difficulty, Nancy into his car and driving away. He didn’t seem to remember that you were there too. You sighed and cursed under your breath.

“ So.. You rethinking my offer now?” Steve said getting up and looking at you down.

“ If you don’t mind I’d appreciate it.” you said after getting up too.

“ My car is that way” he replied and started walking with you behind his track. You got in the car and started driving. You didn’t really talk, but neither of you minded. You just needed to relax and that was easy to do with Queen songs quietly playing, the wind softly hitting your faces and the nice silence.

After about 10 minutes he pulled up to your house “ We’re here” he said and turned to look at you, not meeting your eyes

“ Thanks.” you answered softly “ Have a good night. ” you continued and got out of the car, but you were able to to hear him say “Wish I could.”

You really wanted to make everything better, but that was something he had to work with himself too, but you still were worried. So you just stopped and bend down to look at him through the open window in his driver’s seat.

“ You sure gonna be OK?” you asked looking at him like he was fragile.

“ Yeah, Henderson.. Don’t worry about me, I’ll do just fine.” he responded with a small smile on his face that definitely did not reach his eyes.

His eyes.

So red and so hurt. The warm brown was now cold and no life was in them. Like you said you weren’t friends, but for some reason it hurt you and made you mad to see him like this. Finally you genuinely smiled at him and said that if he ever wanted to talk to someone you would be happy to listen. He thanked you and then left.

You watched him disappear into the cold night and when he was out of sight, you turned and headed for your house. And to your suprise your brother was looking at the garbage. A year ago that you have weirded you out, but you were used to weird stuff by now.

“Watcha lookin there, little man?” you said a bit louder than you had entended to and that made Dustin jump from fear and curse under his breath.

“Jesus.. Y/N, don’t scare me like that.” he told you and returned to looking at the bin.

“Hey, what’s so interesting in there?” you walked up to him curiously.

“I would answer you if I could.” he answered and you pushed him softly away to take a look. A look you would regret later.

[hwu-adventures-blog]

All that Matters

Fic description: Alicia Hardy and Ethan Ramsey’s relationship is complicated, it always has been, and after Alicia spends a night helping Ethan cook chicken, things start to be looking up for them getting together. However when death comes knocking at Alicia’s door, and they realise they might have just missed their chance...

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Alicia Hardy)

Taglist (let me know if you want to be added): @utterlyinevitable

Warnings: mentioned Alcoholism, mentioned not trusting doctors, mentioned father issues.

A/N: sorry if this is short and terrible I’m not feeling very well so I thought I’d do a shorter chapter this time round and I’ll make it up in chapter 4 also sorry if I get some American dialect and pronunciations wrong at any point during this series as I’m British and therefore have no idea what some American dialect is like (but I’ll try my best) 😊

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Chapter 3- Lifeline (part 1)

Hours passed, The evening rays started to been through the protected room, and all Alicia could do was wait, her friends were out helping find out what was wrong with her, Danny and Raf.

...What was killing them.

She was sat on the floor, watching Raf quietly from there, she hadn’t quite mustered up the courage to go to his side yet, scared that if she got closer, she’d break him even more, somehow make him worse. Worse like Danny.

Danny, he was in special care, one of her first friends at Edenbrook and he was dying and it was her fault. If she hadn’t gone charging in-

Sienna.

The thought of Sienna was what stopped her from prematurely guilt tripping herself. Sienna would be devistated if both of them kicked the bucket and Alicia wasn’t about to let that happen. If she had to die for Danny to live, then do be it, if it could give her best friend who had sat there trying to comfort her to no end. The second dolphin in this sea of sharks, who deserved happiness more than herself, and if she had to die to do that then- then she was going to do that.

Doesn’t matter what Ethan said, that she couldn’t think about giving up even if it was almost impossible not to. Well she wasn’t going to give up per-say not yet, she was going to try and make a bargain with the universe to let Danny live. No matter what it will cost. Even if she had to sacrifice her life in his place to do it, for Sienna’s happiness she’d risk everything, her job, her potential relationship with Ethan, even never seeing her family ever again.

Oh no.

How did it take this long for her family to come to mind? Oh they wouldn’t be happy if they learned that she hadn’t thought about them until hours into her quarantine with a fatality unknown affliction.

Did they know what was happening? Did they know that she was in here? We’re they trying everything to get to her? To be there?

Someone must have told them, Ethan and Naveen wouldn’t let that slip through the cracks, and even if they did an attempted assassination attempt on a senator and potential election candidate wouldn’t stay quiet for long and the press were probably already knocking on their door, so chances are, they would know already.

She never got to tell Ethan about her family, after all why would she? Up until recently he was definitely nothing more than her boss and she hadn’t had the chance to tell him. But she’d mentioned him to her family, being her boss and medical idol but now she wondered what he’d say if he’d had made the call to her parents and told them that she was in a life threatening situation. What would they say to that?

They’d be worried, that’s for sure. Or at least she was certain most of her family would be with the exception of her dad, who would certainly be chuffed that he was proven right at last.

Hospitals weren’t safe.

Yeah, Alicia had told a bit of a lie when she bumped into Ethan’s mother a few weeks back. Her mom was supportive, and proud, Hell, she wore her pride around on her sleeve but her dad, well, he was less so.

Simon Hardy was not the best dad in the world... dad, disgraced army vet turned store owner, conspiracy nut, unfortunately a severe alcoholic. Which of course, she knew the alcoholism wasn’t his fault, it’s a terrible addiction that’s hard to break and a very serious issue. But his conspiracy filled mind made his alcohol fuelled delusions feel real and when he found out Alicia was serious about being a doctor, about “fraternising with the enemy”- well, her dad had made the decision to hate her long ago, and she didn’t want to remember those details, not now.

They’d probably get to the hospital too late anyway.

Not that her dad would have cared, he’d probably used her death as an excuse to go on a rant about how big Pharma was out to get them and that the Govenment worked with the doctors At Edenbrook to kill his precious little girl.

for the record, dad, she thought to herself, I’m in the safest place possible, even if I’m potentially dying.

Because she had good, kind, people who were going to help her, Raf and Danny make it through this and she trusted them to save the three of them. Hell, Ethan would probably go and fight death in a fist fight to keep her safe. He wasn’t one to back down easily, not in the face of death anyway, not after last year.

And Alicia believed in him.

Because-

because he was her lifeline.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Hello, if you're open! (If not ignore this) but I see your a fellow Hakuryuu lover as well! If you do scenarios, (if not, headcanons are fine) can you do one with yandere!Hakuryuu who's s/o escapes him during the kou civil war (to both escape his madness but also because she was pregnant with his child) and Hakuryuu is pissed and devastated and never stops looking for her. After the timeskip he finally finds her hiding in Kina with his baby son when he, Aladdin, stay there? Thanks!

Anon, I had this EXACT same idea for a while now! So thank you for requesting this, it made me so happy! Also, spoilers for the Magi manga, Kou Civil War arc. And sorry if this wasn't very good, I really tried lmao.

♡ Ren Hakuryuu ♡

It was a full moon tonight, and the 4th Emperor of the Kou Empire, Ren Hakuryuu, was looking out one of the many windows, lost deep within his enraged thoughts. A part of him knew that it was bound to happen, a part of his knew that (y/n) would try to escape. Only Judal and a couple of others knew of (y/n)'s disappearance but other then that it was all carefully hidden. The people of the empire simply could not know that the Empress had ran off to God knows where, the morale was already so low. Oh how Hakuryuu missed her, words could not express that feeling. How he longed for the warmth of her embrace and the sweetness of her voice was maddening, so much so that he could bearly concentrate on anything. It didn't help that his beloved wife was feeling rather ill before dissapearing, and the thought of her being pregnant only gave him more determination to find her. Yes, he missed her dearly but she needed to be punished. She needs to know that she cannot act like this, that Hakuryuu is just doing this to protect her! He sent countless scouts and soldiers out all over the empire and beyond, but his efforts always turned out to be fruitless. (y/n) was almost like a ghost, not a single trace was left of her. It greatly angered him but, Hakuryuu had to give her the credit of cleaning up her tracks like this. He can only imagine how stressful it felt and just how catious she had to be. I mean, almost anyone would be able to recoginse the Empress herself, no?

Whatever the case may be, Hakuryuu never gave up, he couldn't give up. He was going to find (y/n) no matter the cost. He was willing to bend this cursed world upside down if it meant that she would be his once again.

Alas, Hakuryuu had no idea just how many diffirent surprises the future had in store for him.

♡♡♡

Months have passed, and thanks to Sinbad, Hakuryuu was now one of the worlds top three most wanted terrorists. The other two were Nerva Julius, the former heir of the Reim Empire and the current king of the kingdom of Kina, Takeruhiko Yamato. All three of them had refused to give up their metal vessels to Sinbad and the Seven Seas Alliance and because of that they were branded by many as dangerous criminals. All three of them though took refuge somewhere else, and their whereabouts were unknown to the world.

It was strange how the kingdom of Kina dissapeared so suddenly. It was a small island country in the middle of the great ocean but now it was just gone. No one knew that kingdom was now hidden in the Dark continent, in one piece and with two of the "terrorists" residing there. Hakuryuu trained with Yamato every single day, in a vain attempt to keep his mind occupied. Ever since he defected from the throne his search for his wife came to a halt and this devistated Hakuryuu to no end. He would often dream her and what would their future look like if they were still together. Her sweet scent and soft skin plauged his mind for hours on end, and whenever Hakuryuu opened his eyes he was always reminded by the cold wind that he was indeed alone.

Alone...

God he hated this feeling. This constant feeling of sadness, shame, regret, emptiness fury. It was getting to him, he was just at a complete loss.

"...(y/n) my darling, just.... Where are you..."

Leaving the warmth of his bed, Hakuryuu exited the castle for a little late night stroll. The only thing that could be heard was the soft stream of a nearby river and a few smal animals here and there. He tilted his head towards the sky and was met with a sight that should have been bautiful, that should have brought him joy, if not a little wonder even. But Hakuryuu felt nothing. The glimmering stars were like another reminder of how much he had lost in such a short time. It felt as though the world was mocking him, reminding him of his past mistakes and failures. For a short while he had it all, he truly did. He had his empire, he had Judal, he had (y/n)... But now?

He had nothing.

Should he even contiune on with his life? What even is the point of living if the world has made its point crystal clear, that there is no place for him in it? Truth be told, the only reason he was alive right now was to just spite the world. Deep down he was still clinging to that small ray of hope that one day he could see (y/n) once again. Just to see her smile, to hear her voice, anything!

He stood on the dirt path, so lost in his own dark mind that he failed to see a little boy running up towards him. Hearing the soft footsteps, Hakuryuu turned around and was met with a sight that shook him to the core. Looking down he saw a little boy, no older then three, but he was almost identical as Hakuryuu. It was like staring in to a small mirror! They had the same face and hair, but what Hakuryuu took special note of were his (e/c) eyes. They were so familliar-!!! Furrowing his brow, Hakuryuu violently shook his head. He... He really was going crazy wasn't he...? He was just imagining things, he had to be! His blue eyes were glued to the little boy and all sorts of thoughts ran through his broken mind. Hope was slowly bubbling up in his chest once he finally realized that he could speak once again. But before he could, he heard someone yell.

"Daiju, there you are! Sweetie, you can't just run off in-!!"

Time itself felt as though it came to a halt the moment those (e/c) eyes locked in to Hakuryuu's. Hakuryuu was almost shaking, not fully realizing that this was real. Slowly, he tilted his head and looked at the boy once more. The little boy, Daiju, seemed to be confused but he still smiled none the less. Hakuryuu put the two and two together and the thought came to him.

This was his son.

(y/n) was right in front of him.

Was this real? Was any of this real?! Did he somehow die in his sleep?! Or was this a dream!!? Without even thinking, Hakuryuu quickly took ahold of (y/n)'s arm. It was just like how he remembered it, so soft and delicate... His breathing was ragged and uneven, his his grip far thighter then it ever was. How badly (y/n) wanted to scream at that moment. She needed to get out of here, she needed to hide her son, his son-!

She trembled and whimpered as Hakuryuu lightly twisted her wrist. He pushed her on to the ground and covered her mouth with one of his hands. Daiju shouted in the background, wanting Hakuryuu to just "get off his mommy!" His gaze was intense, angry, loving... Salty tears escaped those (e/c) that he loved so much as he dipped his head near her neck. He lightly sniffed her neck, fully englufing (y/n)'s intoxicating smell. He had no clue just how much he craved her, just how badly he would lose control once her found her. Nothing prepared Hakuryuu for this, but he sure as Hell wasn't going to let her go. Daiju's face was covered in tears as he lightly punched Hakuryuu's back in a desparate attempt to help his mother. Hakuryuu turned his gaze towards his son, his eyes slightly softening in the process. A small smile framed his face as he stared at the little boy, his boy, who in return was terrified beyond belief. (y/n) trashed beneath Hakuryuu but no matter what she did it was no good. He was strong, much more strong then he was the last time they were together.

Hakuryuu once again turned his attention towards (y/n), only this time with a look that could kill. His slim fingers lightly traced her neck, almost like a warning. She dared not to move as she now knew just how screwed she was. She thought that she was finally free, and even though the pregnancy caught her off guard, she still deeply cared for her son, even if he still was this monsters son.

Even so, his eyes shined with such determination that (y/n) shook with complete and utter fear. The air around her became thick as she felt as though she could no longer breathe. And with Hakuryuu right on top of her, she really could not. She prayed and prayed for mercy but no one heard her, and no one was ever going to hear her. They were finally back together and Hakuryuu had never felt so happy in his entire life.

[thedaisycrownwitch]

Genre: Angst

Characters: Sam Winchester, Cathy Scott (OC)

Pairings: Sabriel, Cathy x Gabriel (former relationship)

Warnings: Aftermath of major character death

Words: 2.608

Short summery: Sam calls apon an old ally, to reveal some devistating news.

Inspiried by

"Lost Without You" by Freya Ridings

"Goner" by Twenty One Pilots

DISCLAIMER

I don't want to offend anyone or their ship with this fanfiction.

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Slowly she set down on the chair, staring onto her hands. The skin around the nails was scarred, from biting them. It was red, where she licked away the blood, from biting them. She tried not to bite them, but she did. She noticed a bit of skin sticking out, loose. She should bite it. It would hurt, it would scar her more…she should bite it. Her eyes locked at her fingers; she couldn’t make herself raise her head to look at the man opposite her. It was a weird thing. Knowing you should look up, knowing you look away from staring at a spot, a spot with no importance. But you just sit there, staring at it, fascinated by it for some strange reason, so fascinated, letting it out of your eyes for just a moment was unthinkable.

It took her a lot of effort for her to tear herself away from the spot on her fingers. Slowly she looked up, not sure where to put her eyes, the blue of her iris cloudy. Like the sea during a storm. Turbulent waters, waves clashing with one another. She liked the sea; the sea was nice. In the morning, when nobody was there. It was calm, and smelled good. It smelled nice here too. It was probably Sam who smelled this nice. This hair looked freshly washed, shining just the smallest bit, a pearly shimmer. She always wanted to ask him what he used. But why bother. Her hair wasn’t washed, not since a few days. It looked awful when she looked into the mirror. She wondered what Sam though. Did he regret inviting her here? After all, it was so random. Him asking her to come here. It wasn’t like he didn’t like her; she never got this idea from when they had met. But they never met on purpose. He never called her to hang out of whatever, in fact, they barely knew each other. Last time she saw him…wow, that was a long while ago now. It was back when the British Man of Letters were still there…that was a year ago? Longer? She had lost count of time. On purpose. Why would she keep track? Days and months were just a concept after all. And if she would, it would just make her feel worse about herself, then she already did. Thinking about all the times she wanted to go to the graveyard and didn’t go. It was her who cared, no one else seemed to do. His family never called; she never saw any other flowers on the grave. Maybe he didn’t have family, yes, maybe he didn’t. She preferred to think that, because the other version of their story would clench her heart even more then it already did. That they didn’t care. That his parents, and maybe siblings, would just accept that he was gone, and went on with their lives, like he never was a part of them.

Sam took a deep breath; she saw his chest heave in an effort to let in air. “How are you?” It was a normal question, but it felt weirdly out of place. He could have asked her that on the phone. “I’m good.” She responded automatically, knowing, that, just by simply looking at her, he could tell that she was lying. Not that she was a good liar by any means, but she could lie, when people asked about how she was. It was a rather simple lie to tell people, in hopes they’d bugger off. Lying about this was nothing new to Cathy, she had been lying about this her whole life.

But even if Sam saw that she was not telling the truth, he didn’t seem to care for her answer, as she just nodded, looking down onto his hands, like he didn’t know how to continue this conversation. But if he didn’t wanna talk, why invite her? Was it for a mission? To convince her to joined forces again? Cause he thought she could help them, which was, with all good will in mind, laughable. There were hundreds of hunters, who could help him, most of them even better then she could. “If this is about a thing, I told you, I am done.” Her voice broke the silence, the words just lingering in the air, as she moved a strand of red hair out her face, that didn’t need moving. She sometimes forgot that her hair was short now…like she forgot many things.

As an answer, Sam shook his head, forcing himself to a light smile, which was a weird mixture of genuine, sad and fake, most likely in an effort to acknowledge her words, and not undermine them. “Yes, I know. I know you’re done.” For a moment his glance met hers, and there was a weird kind of appreciation in his eyes. Like she did something he could never do. Then he looked away. “This is…this is about…” He stopped, his fingers clenching against one another, like he was looking for a word, that could only pass his throat through great effort. “This is about Gabriel.” As soon as the name fell, everything around them came to a cold standstill. The man didn’t continue, as if he was waiting for a response from her, in order to have a standpoint on where to take this conversation from this point on. The woman pressed her lips together, taking a breath, which was a gasp, she tried to make look as effortless as a normal air flow, the tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, killing any kind of noise that might have escaped. Her nose grew tense, her jaw lightly clenched, it hurt, where it was attached to her skull. The pain was a soft string, traveling inwards to her throat, where it nested and grew more prominent. What a never this man had, to bring this up. Both knew this was a tense subject, even with her constant assertion, that talking about this was not a problem. Both knew fell to avoid this subject, for obvious reasons.

“What about him?” Her voice had a neutral sound to it, in an effort to not letting it sound bitter, and a positive attitude was not something she could master right now. Her lack of emotion seemed to catch the Winchester off guard, since the look her gave her, was somewhat surprised. But he went back to his serious face really quick, noticing his misplacement of confusion. He knew more about this whole situation then she did, and that made him obviously uncomfortable to experience such feelings. “He is dead.”

The words hang in the air, as she started to nod, looking at him as she would understand what he said, and she did understand, yet, she didn’t seem to process the full meaning of the sentence. Very slowly, her brain started to draw the connections between the words, giving them meaning, while a gut-wrenching feeling arose inside of her, a mild pain coming from her stomach, her pulse increasing in speed. It was a slow process of coming to terms with something, that she thought she knew how it felt like. And a small part of her wanted to make a sarcastic comment about whether or not Sam actually believed that this was true. Gabriel had died before, and turned out to be still alive after all. She didn’t see him. Why would she; it would have been a stretch of boundaries she knew she couldn’t allow herself to do. She got a text from Cas, a call even, where he had offered her to come. But she refused. Not ready to accept that all the mourning, her sacrifices, were for nothing, despite the dreadful situation he had found himself in. And then there was this small fact, just this tiny detail, Cas might have forgot as he asked for her: They had broken up. For good. She let him go, hoping he would be happy with someone else, knowing she wasn’t fit for him. Not like other people.

Another pause occurred, none of the two parties said anything. They didn’t even look at one another. She looked away from Sam, feeling exposed to him, like an animal to their hunter. He eyes felt swollen, warm, even hot at times, as they filled with tears. Tears she desperately tried to push back down where they belonged. She didn’t want Sam to see her cry, in fact, she didn’t want anyone to see her cry. She didn’t want to feel exposed in her feelings. Feelings she desperately wished, she didn’t have, because they were pity. She wished that she didn’t care about this, she wished that she didn’t care about anything. But she did care. And that was the problem.

Sam continued to speak, desperately trying to tell her what happened, justifying what happened. Trying to find meaning in what happened. Cause he too, felt exposed, but in a different way. He had mourned, he still was. And he had cried, and sometimes still did. He felt exposed, because he felt privileged to be able to do those things with someone on his side. Someone he loved no less. Dean was here for him, Castiel was here for him, and Jack even tried his best to make him feel loved and appreciated, even in his grief. He knew that she didn’t have this privilege. She was alone. She didn’t have a family like he did, and, probably worst of all, she didn’t get love, like he did. He knew, that she had been together with Gabriel for quiet a while, but she had been young. Probably too young to understand, how relationships work. Moving on from Gabriel, at the time, hadn’t been a big deal for her. And he wasn’t judging her for that, he both had been young and inexperienced, just like her, her understood. Or at least, he thought he did. Watching her coming together with Garth, watching them go apart in good faith. He did root for her. Gadreel, the awkward crush they had on each other. He rooted for her. Mick, and their sweet, yet way too short, relationship. He rooted for them both, despite him knowing that Mick was not a friend to him. It took him a long time to realize, that she was never truly happy. That she put her best efforts and heart into other people, and in the end come out as the looser. So did he. But whenever he failed, he had his brother and Cas, and, from one day on, he had Gabriel. The angel, he knew now, she had loved more then anyone else in her life, and who she probably regretted giving away. Cause she made this choice of letting him go on her own, while everyone else from her, was taken. Garth, became a werewolf. Gadreel, killed himself in order to save Castiel. And Mick? He was executed, when he spoke up against his people. Because he fell in love with this life. With her. Sam didn’t want to deny that she didn’t love any of these man, quiet the opposite, but he understood the regret she had. Cause by now, he understood, that she had let Gabriel go, cause she wanted them to be together. She broke Gabriels heart in a way, she never would, she wasn’t that kind of person.

His stumbling words came to a halt, when he saw, how she straightened in her seat, her lip trembling in suppressed emotion. She wanted to be strong, take this like just another thing she endured. She wasn’t a stranger to loose people she held dear. But this somehow…this was different. For a moment her eyes fixed on his, as she slowly pushed herself up, her head turning towards the table again. Sam swallowed hard. “Cathy…” He tried to say something, but stopped, as he noticed how her shoulders tensed as he said her name. “…I’m sorry.” There was no response, no answer, just the sound of a light splash, as tears from her nose dripped down onto the glass table. Her chest contracted, trying to press out sounds she didn’t let through.

“I don’t need your sorry.” Her words cut through the room like a razorblade, small, but sharp. There was no screaming, no anger against him, not what he thought would happen. There was just…disappointment. “You were to protect him. I let him go, cause he wasn’t safe with me. I trusted you to keep him safe.” Finally Sam had an answer for something he had always wondered about. Finally it was out what the true reason was. And suddenly, he understood it all. Every weird bit of her not wanting to see Gabriel, whenever he was near, even after years and months. She had made this choice, because it was logical, because saving him was more important then he wanting to be with him. And in order to save him, she had to give him up. She did love him after all.

“I put all my effort into you, I would have bet on you everything I have. I knew you’d love him enough to do anything for him. And I thought you knew that…but everything I put into you, every bit of trust…it didn’t matter…you failed me. You failed us.” The words took a great force to be pushed from her body as calm and sorted out as they were. “You failed him.” On any other day, she wouldn’t have said anything. She would have just nodded, thanked Sam for his sentiment, grabbed her things and left, crying by herself. She was used to this. But this, this right now, this was different. This was about the only person she had left, after everyone else left her behind. The person that opened her eyes to how much you could truly love someone. And she had loved him. All through the end. She just didn’t want to admit it. Till right now. Cause now, there was no hope, not anymore. There was only regret. Regret for every moment she had been yelling at him, for every fight they had, for every moment she was somewhere else, and she could have spend with him instead. The regret of giving him the freedom, in order to save him, and just losing him even more in the process. “He was everything I had left, he was the only one that was happy. The one who deserved it more then anyone else…and you got him killed.”

On any other day, Sam would have been deeply offended by her words, hurt even. But this, this right now, this was different. There was only one person, Sam knew in all his life, that had loved Gabriel as much as he did. And it was her. And everything she said, suddenly felt justified to him. Cause it was just his own thoughts right back at him. And that told him, that her feelings were just the same. But there was nothing he could say to soften her feelings. Not now at least. So he didn’t say anything, as she grabbed her stuff, storming out the bunker, up the stairs and out the door. Nothing would help, only worsen it all. There was this faint hope, that she would drive home, and then cry with someone by her side, who would give her tissues and cookies and milk. But deep inside himself, Sam knew that there would be no one. Cause no one cared anymore, not like he wished people would. And that’s probably, what hurt him the most.

[the-winchester-girl02]

A Bucky Barnes Fanfiction

(Part one )

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Mable and Steve Rodgers sat,

Their shoulders touched as their heads looked up at the black and white screen in front of them.

Steve’s eyes held a tight hold on the moving picture while Mable’s eyes wondered. She really didn’t know Steve’s obsession with the War. Well, she did, but she didn’t understand it.

When their parents died because of it, Mable was devistated and wanted nothing to do with the horrible thing, but Steve kept trying.

He kept trying and trying and nothing was ever going to stop him, not even the cry’s of his twin sister who begs him to change his stobbern mind.

So, there Mable sat. Her fingers twisting a loose strand of her wavy blond hair.

It wasn’t until she sees Steve lean forward did she pay attention.

The guys shouts to play the movie already angered Steve,

“Hey don’t you show some respect?” He says quietly.

Though the man would not, he continued to shout at the screen, his voice echoing.

“Hey, you wanna shut up?” Mable says herself. The man annoying her to no end with his pointless screaming.

The man slowly stood up and turned around,

Outside, Mable stood desperately as she watched the guy beat Steve up. She tried to stop him, but when she did, he pushed her and she fell to the floor.

Mable held her head, slightly dizzy as she stood up and tried to go for him again.

He punched Steve again, the boy hit his head against some trash bins.

“You just don’t know when to give up, do you?” The guy says to Steve.

Steve looked over to his sister, the though of her hurt because of this guy angered him even more.

“I can do this all day.” Steve says out of breath. He stood in a fighting position, then, he lunged at the guy.

However, he wasn’t quick enough and the guy punched him first, sending him to the ground with a thud.

Letting out a short gasp, Mable rushes over to him, she put her hand on his back and grabbed his arm and helped him up.

“Hey!” A voice Mable knew wall called out

The guy turned, their rescuer ruffly shoved him out of the way.

“Pick on somebody your own size.” He said

Not giving up, the guy went to punch him but the solider was quick. He sent him flying and fleeting.

“Sometimes, I think you like getting punched.” Bucky says with a smerk.

With Steve now up“I had them on the ropes.” He said

“ You okay?” He asks looking to his sister

“I’m fine. You got the most of it.” She tells him

She then looked to their friend, his dark green uniform stood out to her now.

A frown deepeened on her face.

Bucky bent down and picked up Steve’s slip.

“How many times is this?” He said reading it.

“Too many.” Mable mumbles to her self, though, both hear and Steve sends her a apologetic look.

“Oh, you’re from Paramus now?” Bucky said to Steve.

“You know it’s illegal to lie on the enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?” Bucky says

“I tell him every time.” Mable says rolling her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest.

Bucky looks to her, he gave her a smerk and she felt her cheeks warm up and she looked shyly to the ground. 

Now looking at him, Steve noticed his outfit.

“You get your orders?” The boy asks

“107th. Sargent James Barnes. Shipping out first thing tomorrow.” Bucky says

Mable’s eyes widen, “tomorrow?” She whispers

Bucky looked over to her, a sad expression on his face as he looks at her. His feeling towards the girl he’s know his whole life, wash over him at full speed.

Mable and Bucky were a match made in heaven; though, none of them knew it yet.

There were looks, small toughes of the hand or waist, but none acted upon the gestures, not even that one kiss they shared under the covers after she had a nightmare. Their love affair was only acted upon from a distance, and now, they may never get a chance too change that.

However, Bucky had a one final trick up his sleeve.

“We should be going.” Steve then says, breaking the longing looks between the two.

“Come on, man. It’s my last night. I gotta get you two cleaned up.” Bucky then says as he brings his arm over Steve’s shoulder.

They walk and Mable walks beside them.

“Where are we going?” Mable asks

Bucky release Steve and brings his arm to her shoulder. She looks up at him in question.

“The future.”

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Thanks for reading! I hope you like this! Let me know if you want a part two!! ❤️🤍💙

Sorry if this honestly kind of sucked ;)