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its mcsm o clock, featuring Gabriel appreciation post

found a random blue armor on pinterest and decided it would suit him well :D

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Everything Weird About Deltarune!

Spoiler Warning for Undertale and Both Chapters of Deltarune! Really! I Literally Go Through Everything I Can Remember About Them!

This is a long post so get comfortable. Also note that my brain doesn't process thoughts into words very well so some of these might not be worded in the best way. :)

Deltarune. The first teaser chapter was released on October 31, 2018, and it came out of nowhere. We've all gone through this, but I'll try and go through every single painstaking detail I can remember. Feel free to reblog and add/correct things.

The weirdness begins right off the bat. The title is an anagram of UNDERTALE. We all know Toby likes to use anagrams when he wants to indirectly tell us when things are related, so it's no surprise that when you go to download DELTARUNE, it warns you that the game is designed for people who have played UNDERTALE. You think, "Cool, so it's a sequel? Or maybe a prequel? A different perspective of UNDERTALE perhaps?" You were wrong; so terribly, terribly wrong! I'll elaborate on this later.

Before you download the application, the terms of service that you must agree to beforehand reads simply and plainly, "You accept everything that will happen from now on." This detail was kinda brushed off in the beginning, because, hey, it's Toby Fox. He does weird stuff all the time. But even in the first chapter, it's apparent that the concept of choice, or more accurately, the lack of it, is a very present theme in the game. I would like to remind you that Toby has announced that there will be one ending in the game. One. I'll elaborate on this later.

The program (as in, what the game is called in your files) is named SURVEY PROGRAM. Why not just call it Deltarune like it is when you download chapter two?

The game launches you, without a title screen, without any setting adjustment options, straight into a reference to the theme of the entire franchise: the lack of choice. A strange formless voice guides you through "making a vessel", with what we know now as a fountain in the background. You have the option to make some very disturbing choices in this character creator, such as making its favorite flavor "pain" or expressing your feelings about it with options such as "fear" and "disgust." You name your "creation," tell the formless voice your name (which is different from your vessel's name) and watch as said formless voice muses over your name at an agonizing pace. It thanks you for your time and tells you that your wonderful creation, (cue music cutout and background removal) will now be discarded. "No one can choose who they are in this world." The screen slowly turns white as the voice says, "Your... name... is..."

It gets weirder. The next scene appears from the whiteness and showcases Toriel calling "Kris" out of bed. Kris' area of the room is very bare in contrast to the other side, which we later discover is Asriel's.

It's Toriel. Why is Toriel here?

Kris is kind of an anagram of Frisk (the protagonist of UNDERTALE) but without the F. I highly doubt this is a coincidence.

Speaking with Noelle is the only reason you can proceed (see what i did there?) while finding a partner in the classroom. This means you can't go through the 1st chapter without knowing who she is. Is it because of the Snowgrave route?

Ralsei is just suspicious to me. There's no way he was just waiting in that castle his whole life alone without some mental toil. So either he's insane or he wasn't alone the whole time. What happened? Is it related to how he can close his eyes and see what Susie is going through when she's apart from the party? Was he just watching everything? Is he related to the formless voice?

Susie's icon is the only one without color in the Dark World.

Jevil's fight is more difficult than Sans'.

Your actions have little consequence in the first chapter. If you choose to go genocide, the only difference in the ending is being run out of the kingdom, and this doesn't carry over to the next chapter. Again, lack of choice, people.

If at the end of chapter one, you walk around town, it's mentioned (notably by Noelle) that you're usually not this talkative. If you go to the hospital and speak with the receptionist, they mention that you used to play the piano in the corner. If you decide to attempt to play the said piano, an out-of-key bash can be heard and the receptionist comments on how you used to play beautifully. If you try this in chapter two, the result is the same. All this is confirmation that Kris is acting noticeably weird.

When you leave the Dark World and walk around town, you can find Sans. He "pretends" to recognize you, and if you tell him you recognize him, he tells you it's funny, considering that you two have never met before. He winks. I'm pretty sure he knows that the player is there.

The mention of Papyrus in both games, but the purposeful lack of him. Like he's avoiding you.

If you go upstairs while inside Asgore's flower shop, there are flowers in glass cases resembling his SOUL collection in UNDERTALE. There's a red flower.

You can't enter the church.

The clock in the storage closet shows a different time than all the others in the school.

If you go all the way south in town and into the woods, the music stops and you come across a rusty, double door is in a hill covered in crass. It's locked. If you go this way in chapter two, however, you watch a cutscene where you and susie happen to find Monster Kid from UNDERTALE (or someone resembling them) and an owl kid in front of the door. The owl kid is pressuring Monster Kid to (presumably) break inside, telling them that they don't want to be a wimp like Kris. Does this imply that Kris is connected to this strange door somehow?

The ending. You know what I'm talking about.

Did Kris actually rip out the SOUL (I say "the" because I'm not entirely sure it's Kris') and knife because they wanted to eat the pie? Did they only eat the pie because Toriel caught them?

Why did they look at the player? Are they sick of being controlled? Is that why they freaked out after the Spamton fight? (later)

Anyway, now we're at chapter two.

DELTARUNE Chapter Two was released on September 17th, 2021. 17. Entry Number 17. Sound familiar?

Asriel's part of the room is different from the last chapter. I don't think this means anything sinister, but I think it means Kris notices different things about the room as the story progresses. My theory is that it will become more sinister in each chapter.

Ralsei getting super excited to see Susie and Kris after a day. As in he has separation anxiety and it breaks my heart. not anything suspicious but it makes me sad so it's on the list.

Kris and Susie's rooms. Ralsei REALLY doesn't want them to leave. Seriously get this boy a therapist. Or a stuffed animal. SOMETHING.

Kris having to gather everything from the storage closet so that people appear in the Dark World????? Why??????????????? They had to do the same thing for the computer lab too.

The golden door. I don't trust it.

How/why the heck did Noelle and Berdley go into the Computer Lab Dark World? I don't see either of them just walking into pulsing void doors without Susie.

Apparently the knight has been gone for a bit and can corrupt people's minds? The king in the first chapter doesn't seem like he can be redeemed but Queen just seems,,, not bad, but a little crazy. I wonder what happened.

Then again, name ONE person in this franchise without trauma.

Spamton.

Horror doesn't bother me. Spamton? Spamton bothers me.

SPAMTON. ENOUGH SAID.

A Kromer is a type of hat invented in the '70s. Nobody named Mike is associated with it, that I can find.

SPAMPTON. HOW DO I EVEN DESCRIBE IT.

HIS SONG IS THE ONLY ONE WITH WORDS.

The way he asks Kris is they want to be a heart on a chain their whole life. Like, dude, no wonder they were screaming after the fight.

WHERE DID THE YELLOW HEART COME FROM. YELLOW MEANS JUSTICE. WHY DOES JUSTICE APPLY.

Kris screaming after the fight and the player not being able to hear it. Don't you dare tell me that's just how the game is designed. There are sound effects characters make throughout the game. None that I can think of apply to Kris, apart from when they rip their soul out.

Ralsei brushing off the Spamton fight. Either that's his coping mechanism or he was trying to shut Susie and Kris up to protect them from... something. I'll touch on that in a minute.

According to Queen, DETERMINATION is a key factor in creating a fountain.

Also according to Queen, Kris, Noelle, and Susie all have DETERMINATION SOULS.

Ralsei freaking out about Berdley making a fountain implies that he may also have DETERMINATION. Why I'm bringing all this up will make sense soon.

How was Noelle able to cast Snowgrave... a spell that she, according to her, didn't know?

The Snowgrave route is so twisted.

You manipulate Noelle into killing Berdley and then, when you get back to the computer lab and investigate his corpse, the text box says that he doesn't seem to be awake. As if you're in denial?

Burgerpants recognizes you. Not Kris. As in the player.

The ending. I don't think I need to describe it. Kris is very methodical without the SOUL. (I say "the" because, again, I'm not 100% convinced it's theirs.) I'm saying this about how they left clues that someone broke into the This proves that they are NOT a mindless, vengeful husk.

HOW DID THEY MAKE THE FOUNTAIN WITHOUT THE SOUL INSIDE OF THEM. DID THEY FEED THE SOUL TO IT AFTERWARDS? IS THAT WHAT THAT WAS?

Another point I would like to make is my theory that Ralsei knows much more than he would have us believe. I might put this into a different post because I have yet to gather my points into a coherent bullet point list, so keep an eye out for that.

Anyway apart from Toriel and Susie being VERY heavy sleepers, I think I've gone through everything. I have a few theories.

1. Kris is possessed by the player and figured out that they could make a fountain from Queen and related to Spamton freaking out about freedom. They then decided to make a fountain going by the logic that "this would tick the player off." This is one of my top theories that assumes that the SOUL is theirs.

And 2. Kris is possessed by both the player and the knight. I think the formless voice at the very beginning of the game is the knight, and they somehow needed the player to possess someone with DETERMINATION. If so, then why Kris? We know from Queen that Noelle and Susie, and maybe even Berdley also have DETERMINATION. The most plausible thing I can think of is the fact that human souls are stronger than monster ones.

I do think that the popular theory (about the one that suggests that the Dark Word is nothing but a figment of a child's imagination, and the events that occur in said Dark World are simply children playing with toys) has been thoroughly dashed due to Berdley's murder in the genocide route of the second chapter. Unless he's not dead. Regardless, how the events (or lack thereof) that occur in the second chapter play through the next will be interesting, especially considering Toby's announcement about how there will be one ending to the game. So either Berdley isn't dead, or he will be.

Aaaand I think that's it! Sorry for the long post; let me know your thoughts and if I missed anything!

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After party glow | Calum hood smut

summary: you and cal had plans for a night in but suddenly remember you have to go to a party. Calum is anxious and a little nervous at first but loosens up at the party and things a lil freakayyyy ;)

warnings: slight daddy kink, some cute fluff stuff, oral (male receiving) uhhhm yea

word count: 2772

A/N: this is my first smut i’ve ever written and honestly i’m pretty proud of it lol so if you could reblog it if you like it, i would appreciate that a lot and also plz give feed back, good or bad! also requests are open :) okay, i hope you enjoy!

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it was a Friday night and you and calum had planned on staying in tonight and watch movies together. you hadn’t been able to spend much quality time with him because both your work schedules has been clashing lately. outside it was windy and you could hear the strong gusts of wind and rain drops hitting the windows of your home.

as you were settling down and getting comfortable on the sofa, you watch calum as he stands in front of the tv deciding what movie to watch. “any suggestions, babe?” he says, looking at you with a soft smile on his face. “hmmm we could monsters inc? i know it’s your favorite”. you knew that calum had been feeling a little home sick lately and you’d been feeling a bit helpless since you didn’t know how to help and you thought suggesting his favorite childhood movie would subtly let him know that you were here for him if he needed to talk, and also for him to feel some comfort. “sounds good to me” he says and lays down on the sofa, resting his head on your lap.

you look down to see his dark brown eyes focused on the screen and you start to rake your fingers through his soft curls, analyzing the little streaks of blonde still left in his hair since he bleached it. as you lift your hand to run your fingers through his hair once more, you get interrupted by calum’s phone going off.

he looks at his phone and lets out a frustrated sigh. “everything okay?” you say as you brush through his hair. calum sits up causing his curls to slip through your fingers. “babe, i know we planned to stay in tonight but i completely forgot that Luke was throwing a party tonight and i promised we’d go. ashton just texted me asking where we were”. you look at him with a puzzled look on your face, “oh, why didn’t you tell me he invited us?” you say. you noticed that calum started to become flustered and anxious. “i was meant to tell you last night but i was so tired and forgot about it i know you’re really tired and-“

“cal, it’s okay i understand” you say cutting him off. you knew the stress had gotten to him because he was tripping over his words and fumbling with his hands when he was trying to explain himself.

you see relief wash over him after you speak. “honestly y/n i don’t really wanna go out tonight and i know you don’t either. but i promised Luke i’d be there”. usually you and cal were the type to never turn down a party, but for the past month or so, with your busy schedules you both hadn’t been to one in a long time.

he was right you didn’t want to go out tonight, but you knew that saying that woukd cause him to be more stressed then he already was. “okay well, we should start getting ready then” you say with a smile on your face as you turn off the tv.

you walk into you and calum’s room and open up the door that led you into your walk in closet and start to fish through your clothes. calum shortly follows your foot steps and does the same.

“babe, you should wear that black dress you wore on our first date, it’s my favorite” calum says with a smirk on his face. “good idea!” you say as you grab it to take it into the bathroom. “where are you going?” calum says, “you still feel uncomfortable getting dressed in front of me?” he says with a giggle. “of course not!” you protest “i wanna do my make up all pretty and show you when i’m done” you say with a grin as you swiftly turn on your heels to face the exit of the closet and walk out. you and calum hadn’t had the chance to go out in a long time, so he hadn’t seen you dressed up in a while and vice versa.

you walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind you. you rest your hands in front of you on the edge of the sink and look up to stare at your reflection and smile with excitement as you grab your foundation and get to work. you decided to do a classic make up look consisting of foundation, winged liner, red lipstick and a little blush. “just how he likes it” you whisper to yourself as you add the finishing touches. you quickly straighten your hair as you hear cals voice echo through the hall way.

“gotta go in ten minutes my love!”

“okay!” you say.

you take off your clothes and slip on the black dress and take one last look into the mirror before you walk out. you smile and go to unlock the door. you open it just a crack to peek through the gap to make sure calum isn’t in the room. once you affirm yourself that he isn’t there, you quickly go into your closet to get out your black heels to match your dress.

“babe we gotta go!” you hear calum yell again. you hear the sound of his keys rattling, meaning he’s already at the door ready to go. you quickly slip on your heels and walk out into the hall way. you hear calum about to call for you again until he hears your foot steps as you walk around the corner. his focus quickly moves from his keys to you and you could see the lust start to form in his eyes. “you look beautiful” he says softly, with a smile and look of admiration on his face. calum was wearing a black dress shirt and black jeans with a black and red blazer. you could tell he tried to match your dress and coincidentally, it matched your makeup too. “thanks” you say with a nervous laugh as you look down at the reflection on your shiny black heels. you and calum had been dating for over six months now, but you never get used to his compliments. it brings back the feeling of butterflies every time. “hey! your outfit matches mine!” you say, trying to get the attention off of you. he giggles and offers his hand out to you. you take it as he unlocks the door and you both walk out to his car.

once you reach the car, he walks over to your side and opens the door for you “for my love” he says with a grin. “well thank you kind sir” you say playfully as you hop in. you watch as he walks around to the other side of the car and get in. he shuts the door and lets out another big sigh as he takes a hold of the steering wheel before starting the car. you knew that calum had been feeling anxious lately due to all the stress that he’d been experiencing but you’d never seen him get anxious or nervous before a party which mainly consisted of people he knew.

“hey” you say softly, resting a hand on his thigh. “it’s gonna be okay, we can just go for a little bit and if you feel uncomfortable or uneasy, we can go” you say. he turns to you, putting his hand on your cheek. “what would i do without you princess” he says and starts the car. the car ride was peaceful, there was music playing in the background and you didn’t talk much, but you could tell that you both appreciated just being in each other’s presence. as you neared Luke’s house, you notice all the colorful lights and loud music playing. calum parks the car and you both hop out. as you start walking towards the house you link your arm around his and you look up at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you with a smile on his face.

when you walk in you’re greeted with flashing lights, the smell of tequila and sierra running towards you. “Y/N!!!! you made it!” she says, hugging you tight. “how have you been?!” you say as you let go of eachother. “i’m doing good! just doing the usual you know, nothing crazy” she says. as you get lost in conversation with Sierra you notice that calum isn’t by your side anymore but across the room talking to Michael and a few other unfamiliar faces. “Wanna go say hi and meet the others?” Sierra says. “sure!” you say as she grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd.

“ayyyy y/n! so glad you could make it” Michael says as he goes in for a hug. “these are my friends” Michael says as he introduces the others standing next to him. Moments later you hear whispering behind you and before you could turn around to see who it was Luke picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “guess who!” he says as he’s laughing and swinging you around. you laugh uncontrollably as he gently puts you down. “can always count on you to give me some weird greeting can’t i Hemmings?” you say giggling as he puts you down. you both laugh and as you do, you see Ashton behind him poking his head through. “hi y/n!” he says. “so i see you finally managed to drag calum out to a party?” he says playfully and looks at calum. they both laugh and you go to the kitchen to grab you and calum a drink. you thought you’d grab a can of coke instead of alcohol since cal was driving tonight and you got a can of sprite for yourself. you go back to join the crowd and slightly tug at calums arm to hand him the drink. you see his hands reach out to grab the drink. “thanks babe” he says quietly and you see him immerse himself back into the conversation which brought you some relief because you could tell he was feeling less anxious.

as the night goes on, you notice people slowly start to leave and the house become quieter and quieter. after everyone left, it was just you, Cal, Luke, Sierra, Ashton, Kay kay, Michael and Crystal and you all decided to have a bonfire. as everyone gathered around the fire, talking and laughing, you notice a hand rubbing on your thigh. you ignore it and continue the conversation but quickly break away when you notice the hand getting a little to high for comfort. you turn to calum and see he has a smirk on his face. “and what do you think your doing?” you say as you put your hand on top of his to shift it down. “i need to use the bathroom babe” he says with a smirk on his face. “mhmm, i think you can do that by yourself” you say and turn your back to him to get back to talking to Crystal and Sierra. you feel a hand go from the small of your back to the curve of your waist and hear a soft husky voice in your ear “i think i need a little help princess”. you start to feel blood rush to your cheeks as his hand slips away and you watch him get up and walk into the house. without hesitation you get up to go follow him. “u-uh, i’ll be back guys” you say as you quickly get up and lightly jog to catch up to him. as you do, you see him turn round the corner and go into the bathroom. as you walk in and turn to lock the door, calum turns you back and pushes you against it, quickly forcing it shut as his hands wrap round your waist and he goes in for a passionate kiss. you giggle and break away from the kiss “someone’s feeling better” you say. “i was nervous before but watching you all night, dolled up like that and in that pretty little dress, you were the only thing i could see in the room. the thought of that helped me calm down but now it’s a problem cause you’re really turning me on babe” he says with a grin. you giggle as he leans closer to you so that you could feel his bulge through his jeans.

your lips reconnect and calum starts to snake his hands up your dress to unzip it and slip it off along with your underwear, leaving you naked. you pull of his shirt and start rubbing the bugle through his jeans which earns you a slight moan from him. you kneel down and start undoing his belt and pull his pants down along with his boxers. “my pretty little girl” he whispers as he grabs a handful of your hair and you wrap your hands around his cock. you move them up and down a couple of times, then open your mouth to take in his cock. you hollow your cheeks to take as much of him as you can. you look up to see his head thrown back and you hear him moan “just like that baby yes”. his moans alone already make you a soaking mess for him and you moan with him so he can feel more pleasure from the vibrations.

“get up” he says with a stern, but soft voice.

“i’m gonna fuck you princess, but you have to be quiet okay”

you look up at him nodding while still on your knees as you wipe the pre cum and spit off your chin.

you stand up and he lifts you up onto the bathroom sink. you see him stand there, lust filled in his eyes as he scans your body up and down. you lock your lips together and as you do you feel the familiar movement of his hand moving up your thigh again. as he slowly gets closer and closer, you could feel the heat building up in your core. he starts rubbing little circles over clit and you moans at the sudden contact. you lean your head back onto the mirror as you feel has soft fingers move on your clit in figure eights, just the way you like it.

“cal i need you” you say breathlessly, him still rubbing your clit.

“whatever you say princess” he says into your ear.

he slips his hands under your thighs to readjust you and lines himself up before he plunges into you. you moan as you feels your walls contracting around him.

“fuck princess your so tight” he says as he pumps in and out of you

“yes calum right there” you moan as he started to thrust harder and faster into your pussy, perfectly hitting your g spot.

“yes who?” he says with a dark husky voice

“yes daddy” you say with a shaky voice as he pumps into you giving you eye contact

“tell me how much you love it” he says breathlessly “tell me how good daddy does it for you”

“i love it. i love it so much daddy” you moan out as you scratch his back in pleasure.

he brings one of his hands from your waist to rub your clit and you start to squirm under the stimulation.

“fuck baby girl” he says as he pumps in and out of you even faster

you start to become a moaning mess as you start to feel the familiar heat build up in your core signaling that you’re close to cumming

you feel your toes start to curl and you feel his thrusts becoming slower, letting you know that he was close too.

“i’m close baby” you barely moan out as the sensation comes closer and stronger

“me too baby” he says as he sloppily thrusts into you

his thumb starts to move faster on your clit which pushes you over the edge.

“fuck daddy yes” you moan out. you squirm as you feel all the built up heat release.

not long after you feel calum’s warm liquid squirt into you and he moans out a string of profanities into the crook of your neck and shoulder in an attempt to hide the fact that you were fucking in Luke’s bathroom.

You both breath heavily, trying to catch your breaths and taking time to re collect yourselves. you both lock eyes with eachother after a few seconds and break into laughter as you lean in for a kiss.

“if anyone asks what we were doing when we go back out there, say that i was helping you fix your dress or something” he says to you, laughing.

he helps you zip up your dress and you help him button up his shirt and you both walk out together, holding hands and giggling to yourselves trying to not look suspicious.

“i hope you cleaned up” Luke says as we walk out.

“looks like y/n gave you that after party glow Calum” Michael scoffs.

“i was helping her fix her dress!” Calum blurts out, his cheeks glowing red.

smooth cal, smooth.

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Music to my eyes [7]

OKAY I AM BACK, NOT THAT ANYONE MISSED ME BUT HERE IT IS. LOVE Y'ALL

Pairing: Single dad!Bucky Barnes x reader. (Modern day AU)

Summary: As a simple worker at a record store, there’s so much  you want to do in life yet, which doesn’t involve a serious relationship  and much less a relationship with a guy who’s a father. Once you meet  Bucky Barnes you’re not sure you can live up to that anymore.

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Series masterlist | Masterlist

“Sam, you better come here and help me get ready.” You tell him on the phone as you prepare your first cup of coffee of the day, on Steve’s wedding day.

“But I’m one of the groomsmen, we got to be there early because you’re my plus one.”

“I’m a punctual woman, I thought you knew that. Come on, you got to help me with my hair and tell me how the dress looks.”

“Alright, but I’ll be rushing you, you have to know that.”

“I’d be surprised if you didn’t.”

Right after you’ve taken a shower, you hear a knock on your door, knowing it’s Sam. Putting on your bathrobe and a towel to dry your hair, you walk out of the bathroom and get the door.

“Please tell me you’re not going dressed like that.” Sam says the second you open. You roll your eyes at him and step aside to let him in.

“Can I get you anything? Did you have lunch already?” You ask as you walk into the kitchen and pour each of you a glass of lemonade.

“Yeah, I ate something on my way here, figured you wouldn’t want to eat while doing your makeup.” He says, stepping into the kitchen after he’s put his tux on the hanger.

“Good choice.” You nod as both of you take a sip of lemonade. Both of you make your way to your room, where you’ve set everything you need to get ready.

“Wow, women really are complicated, huh?” He says as he stops to look around. “Where do you even start?”

“I’ll start with my makeup and you start with my hair.” You shrug as you sit on your stool and take off the towel from your head. He walks in and chuckles, and he takes the hair dryer to plug it in.

“Y/N, are we going to talk about…well, you know what.” He asks as you start ordering your things and decide not to look at him, knowing you’re still trying to avoid the subject.

“I don’t know, Sam, I…I feel like an idiot. Dry my hair and I’ll think about it meanwhile.” He shakes his head and does as you say.

Once your hair is dry and you’ve started with your makeup, he waits for the hair straightener to heat as he sits on the edge on the bed.

“Can we talk about it now?” He says, more amused that serious.

“Sam!” You scream, turning around in your stool. “What is there to talk about? I…messed up.” You go back to your makeup and he stands behind you, grabbing the straightener to see if it’s heated. “What has he said? No, wait, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”

“He misses you, he wishes he’d never try to kiss you if he’d known it just drive you away.” He says as he starts straightening your hair.

“But that’s not why I left, Sam, not exactly. I wanted to walk away even before that…”

“But it was really bad timing, you know, I’m sorry to say it…”

“No, you’re right, I looked like a jerk, but…I didn’t want to hurt him. Just wanted to do what was right…for everyone.”

“And what exactly is that? You’re not happy, he’s not happy, and Sarah certainly isn’t…”

“Yeah, I know that, too…I messed up, I told you. He’s never talking to me again and I can’t blame him.”

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Sam has kindly let you use his hotel room so you can change and add the finishing touches to your makeup. At the sight of the amazing hotel Peggy and Steve have booked, you wonder how on Earth they could ever afford it, you could never. Only Sam’s room is huge, it makes you think what the bridal suite must be like. You settle your bag on the bed and your makeup on the marquee, welcoming the soft rug beneath your bare feet. Hanging the dress on a hanger by the door, you unzip its cover bag and stare at it for a moment, thinking it was an amazing choice for this night. It doesn’t matter how awful you feel for what you did, you’re still intending to fix it, but it scares you that he might not even want to hear you or that if he does, that he turns you down. And it wouldn’t even surprise you.

After you’ve made the finishing touches to your makeup, you finally put your dress on, sliding it carefully up your body. Staring at your reflection, you love how the dress hugs every curve of your body, how the thin straps leave your chest uncovered and with a gentle turn, you can see how the half of your back is uncovered, just like you wanted it to. The rosewood satin suits you just perfectly but there’s just one problem, you can’t zip this dress on your own, and you curse Sam for leaving you at the moment. You hear the door to the contiguous room open and you’re glad Sam’s finally back.

Without turning around, you speak, “Sam, finally! Would you mind—” You’re interrupted as you see Sam’s not the one standing across the room, and you clench the back of your dress in nervousness. Your heart stops beating for a moment and you let out a breath before you pass out. “Bucky, hi, I’m sorry, I—”

“Hi, Y/N, I thought Sam was here.” He clenches his hand around the doorknob, hesitant to say anything else. Bucky freezes at the sight of you for two main reasons: one, he misses you, he misses you like crazy and he didn’t know he wanted you that much in his life until the day you stopped calling and visiting; and, two, even with the zipper undone, the dress you picked for tonight is definitely Bucky’s greatest weakness. He’s not sure if you look more beautiful because he hasn’t seen you in so long or because you really know how to dress for a wedding, but he is certain that he’s never been more in love with you than right now.

“He…let me use his room to get ready.” You clear your throat. A moment goes by in complete silence, it feels like an eternity, until he decides to speak.

“I-I can help you…with your dress.” He finally lets go of the doorknob and you notice him fidgeting his fingers. Your mouth goes dry and you need to swallow to gain some composure.

“Thanks, that’d be great.” You nod and wait as he steps inside the room and slowly walks towards you. All the tension of this moment let you forget how handsome he looks in that tux, how his perfectly combed hair and not-so-elegant-but-still-attractive stubble adorn his features and how lucky whoever’s walking with him down the aisle is. Once he’s inches away from you, you turn around so he can zip up your dress. Looking down at your feet, you’re afraid to look in the mirror and meet his eyes there. He is distracted, for a moment, by your intoxicating scent and how soft and glowing your skin looks as the afternoon sunlight that slips through the drapes hits it. You let go off the fabric, and he slowly zips it, careful not to pinch your skin or ruin your dress for that matter. Turning around, you feel a bit dizzy, not sure why, but you find Bucky’s eyes staring at you, a few inches apart now, and you can’t get your brain to articulate even one word.

“How have you been?” You ask after what seemed like hours and he replies almost instantly,

“I’m okay…I mean, I’ve been great, spending a lot of time with Sarah and…everyone else.” He nods, and he really sounds like he’s been doing alright, like he hasn’t missed you like you’ve missed him. Maybe he is better off without you. “You look…amazing.” His weak heart betrays him, and he blurts it out. “H-how have you been?”

“Thanks.” You offer a small smile. “I guess I’ve been okay,” You shrug, unable to hide how you’ve not been okay. “I was really excited about this wedding, Peggy and Steve are-”

“Made for each other.” He interrupts you and you swear there’s a trace of a smile on his face.

“Exactly.” You nod and sigh before saying what’s been killing you inside, even if it will hurt if it doesn’t go as you want it to. “Bucky, I need to talk to you.”

“Of course.” He nods. “I…I think I need to say some things too.”

“I know and…” You sit on the bed and he quickly follows so you’re facing each other. “I’m really sorry for what I did, I didn’t want you to think that I walked away because you…tried to kiss me. It’s not like that.”

“Then what happened, Y/N? ‘Cause I really feel like I messed everything up and I didn’t want things to happen like that, it was all good with us.”

“Since I met you, I knew there was something about you…and when I found out you had a kid-”

“Of course, I knew it…” He stands up, running a hand through his hair, but you’re quick to grab his wrist and make him stop.

“Bucky, no, I know what you’re thinking, just let me finish.” He sits down again, and now it really hurts to see the look on his face, how saddened he seems after what you said; you never wanted to be the cause of that. “Bucky, there’s…a lot I want to do in my life, in fact, there’s barely anything I’ve actually done and…I’ve always wanted to make room for someone that came into my life so we could share everything together. But I got scared and that’s the only word I can find because I am, in fact, a coward. I’ve never thought of having a family, it’s never been in my plans or my dreams, but when I started having feelings for you I…all I wanted was to be with you and with Sarah, no matter what. But it scares me that I can’t keep up with the life you have…because it’s still not…the life I want. And I walked away because…I couldn’t control what I felt anymore, and I didn’t want you to get hurt if I stayed longer…and I also didn’t want to hurt myself.” You both stare for a moment at each other, and his expression changes, he relaxes and his eyes shine a tiny bit…but you know it’s there, the slight hope that he might not hate you and that he will forgive you for treating him so poorly.

“It was so hard to see you didn’t come back or called…or texted. I figured I messed everything up and I’d just lost you. The last thing I wanted was to look for you because I thought I could only make it worse-”

“Before you continue…let me just say that you have nothing to be sorry about, I didn’t expect anything and not because I didn’t expect it from you, it’s just that I ruined it and it was obvious that no one would want to look for me after that.”

“I just want you back in my life, Y/N, I’ve missed you and even if nothing happens between us…I miss my friend, too. And the reason I combed my hair like this is because I need a haircut, and no one understands my hair like you do.” He says as he runs a hand through his hair, chuckling. It makes you laugh, and oh, how you missed this feeling of him making dumb jokes and you hitting his arm ridiculously hard.

“So, you’re only looking for a haircut? ‘Cause I’m going to start charging you if you don’t want to be my friend.” You cross your arms and bite your lip as you amuse yourself looking at the scared look he puts on.

“No! That’s not it! I…miss everything.” He blushes as you chuckle, the one thing you could watch forever: his blushed, stubble-covered cheeks. “Sarah misses you, too, a lot.” Your heart melts when you hear those words, because as much as you were never a ‘kids’ person’, Sarah is certainly the exception, but what could you expect? She was raised by a guy like him.

“Aw, Buck.” You shake your head with a small smile. “I miss both of you, too.” He takes a deep breath and smiles broadly, making you do it too, because for so long you hadn’t seen that and it’s such a weight off your shoulders to finally talk things through.

“So…will you dance with me tonight? I was really looking forward to this, you know.” His almost apologetic frown makes you smile broadly and before you know it, you’ve taken his hand in yours and you notice how he flinches.

“I’m sure we can dance at least one song…unless your date isn’t so fond of the idea.” You suggest, hoping deep down he didn’t bring one, because you didn’t even think of bringing one yourself.

“I didn’t bring a date.” He quickly shrugs and it makes you let out a breath. “Did you?”

“If you consider Sam a date, then I did.” You reply as you chuckle, both of you knowing what a big joke that is, so you make him laugh.

“I’m going to have to borrow you from him, then.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and both of you smile at each other. “Thanks for talking to me.”

“Thanks for…listening, I know I probably didn’t deserve it but…”

“No, don’t say that, I know you really are sorry.”

“I am.” You nod in reassurance.

/

After the lovely ceremony, which you didn’t expect less from, you’ve moved to the reception where apparently Peggy picked up the most beautiful decorations and colors, and you feel like you’re inside of a magazine…a magazine you’re probably never going to buy but you’ve surely seen enough of. Sipping your drink, watching all the couples dancing and smiling at each other makes you smile, too. You glance at Sam as he’s most likely hitting on a bridesmaid, which actually doesn’t surprise you, and she seems to be having a great time, too. You shake your head as Sam glances back at you and he nods in your direction, making you frown at him. As you take another sip of your drink, you’re startled by a low voice talking behind you,

“I knew you didn’t bring a date but I didn’t think you’d be sitting down for this.” You stand up and turn to see Bucky with his hands in his pockets and with a billion-dollar smile.

“Heels are a pain, you know? I stand for five minutes and I have to sit down for fifteen.” You put your hands on your hips.

“And are those 15 over?”

“You know what, they are.” You nod with a smile.

“Good, five minutes is enough for a song.” He shrugs

“Of course I could dance barefoot, I’m a much better dancer without these things.”

“And that would give us more than five minutes.” He says as he takes a few steps until he’s closer to you, letting you drown in the blue of his eyes. Your gaze meets his and he gives you that lopsided grin you’ve fallen in love with all this time.

“A lot more, I think.” You almost murmur and he offers his hand with his palm up so you can take it. You smile at him and tangle your fingers with his.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your heels?”

“You’re too tall for me, I’ll take them off when my feet hurt.” You shrug and both of you walk to the dance floor. He wanted to fight the urge to put his arm around you, but he couldn’t, you were too close to him and he had waited for this for too long now, he wasn’t going to wait any longer. The warm feeling of his hand through your dress made you stiffen, and you looked up at him in reassurance. He smiled at you and squeezed your waist gently before leading you to start dancing. His timing was so accurate that the song is slow but fun to dance to, but then again, any song would be fun with him around. The way he easily sways with you at a rhythm that feels choreographed is unbelievable, it’s like both of you were so made for each other that even dancing seems like the easiest thing with him.

“You know your friends are gonna give you a lot of crap later, right?”

“I’d be an idiot if I didn’t know that, but I’m willing to pay that price. I’m hoping I don’t have to see them later, though.” He quirks up an eyebrow, suggestively and you smile at that, knowing exactly what he meant.

“You’re quite optimistic.” You nod and make him chuckle.

“I like to believe that.”

“I can’t believe I missed so much time with you for being so stubborn.” You shake your head and he frowns.

It’s like you just agreed to say nothing anymore and your gazes meet, as easily as they always did. This kind of heart rush you’ve only felt it a few times in your life and one of them was the day he tried to kiss you and you fucking ran away. It’s the most beautiful feeling, especially with him, because you know what’s coming and you can’t but enjoy every second you stare at each other and your faces draw closer to each other’s until your noses brush against each other’s.

“I’m really going to kiss you, you know.” He murmurs against your lips.

“I know.” You reply almost silently, until he finally presses his lips against yours and you kiss him back with an easiness that you could only feel with him. He brings your body closer to his, if that’s possible, and you slowly put your arms around his neck, clinging to him as if it could make this moment last longer. Many people are watching, but that’s not a concern for you right now because after all this time and after all those nights wondering if Bucky would ever come back to you, this is all you’ve wanted and there’s nothing that can ruin this. His hands clench around your waist and it really feels that you’re his and he’s yours finally, the kiss is long, but not long enough for your liking and he slowly pulls away, unable to erase his smile.

“Well, that’s new.” You murmur with a wide grin, making him chuckle and look down, trying to hide his blushed cheeks. “If I got paid for every time you blushed…” You add, making him look up again and stare as he bites his lip.

“It’s your fault, I can’t control that!” He says almost laughing, and you laugh too as both of you have forgotten you were dancing in the first place. Looking around you, you take Bucky’s hand in yours and lead him out of the dance floor and out of the room, hoping that not many people saw you, but then again, it doesn’t really matter to you. You get to an empty, wide hallway and find a wide couch where you sit, taking off your heels.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He puts his fists on his hips, chuckling.

“Come here,” You tap the cushion. He chuckles again and joins you, propping his elbow on the back rest, staring at you.

“I just didn’t want everybody looking at us, we’ve been waiting for a moment like this and I don’t want it to be ruined.” You add, putting your legs beneath you, covering them with your long dress. He tilts his head to one side, smiling at you. His blue eyes glow the more you stare at them, and they speak more than anything you could possibly say right now. “You’ve always looked at me like that and I’ve known exactly what you meant.” You reach up to caress his stubble, tracing your thumb along his cheekbone.

“I can’t believe I finally have you, that’s all.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Come here.” He says, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him, until your leg is propped on his lap and he caresses your thigh slow and rhythmically.

“If I fall asleep here, you’re going to have to carry me to Sam’s room, you know.” You say as you rest your head on the backrest and look up at him. He laughs and leans over to kiss you, smiling against your lips.

“I know that, sweetheart.” He nods.

/

Your phone buzzed and buzzed over the bedside table and as sleepy as you were, you couldn’t ignore it. Reaching for your phone, you barely check your notifications, seeing you have countless texts from Sam and a couple missed calls. You realize you’re on 20%, so you decide you’ll text him back whenever you get out of bed and get a charger. Sighing deeply, you shift on your place and stare at the ceiling for a while, thinking of everything that happened the night before and how it all still feels like a dream, like something you’d only made up in your head. With a short glance, you realize he’s still sleeping, rather soundly, and you slowly slide out of the bed, trying not to move him or make any noise. You find your dress lying on the floor, but a dress definitely isn’t a comfortable morning wear, so you put on Bucky’s t-shirt from last night and smile as the smell of his cologne hits your nostrils, still lingering from last night. After having had quite a few drinks and very hasty night, you feel the need to wash your face and clean up a little bit; your makeup still lingers from last night, and it’s not as horrid as you thought it’d be, but you try to remove some stains and whatever makes you look like you woke up with a hangover. You find a little brand-new mouthwash by the sink and use a bit of it, to freshen up. After brushing your hair, you feel you’re now rather decent, and go back to bed. Climbing slowly up the bed, you notice he’s still sleeping and looking so relaxed and at peace. As you cover your body with the duvet, he shifts in his place, sighing deeply as he rubs his eyes with the back of his hands. You watch him as he turns to see you and gives you the biggest smile one can get at this time of the day.

“Good morning.” You smile at him, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes for a second, sighing softly at your touch.

“Morning, doll.” He replies with a deeper voice than you know. “Sleep well?” He asks, with a light frown, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Of course I did, you?” He hums, and props his elbow on the pillow, and you mimic his position.

“I’ll be right back.” He says, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom wearing only his briefs, letting you admire for a moment his sculpted chest and back, making you curse yourself for waiting so long for this to happen. You assume he went to wash up, too, and as he comes back into the room he stops and frowns. “Are you wearing my t-shirt?” He puts his fists on his hips, making his arms and chest look even better from where you’re sitting.

“Of course I am, I had to get up earlier and it was the first thing I found.” You shrug, and he shakes his head, climbing back on the bed. Both of you sit on the bed, crossing your legs and you stretch out your arms, feeling your back relax right after.

“I must have like five hundred texts from Sam.” He runs a hand through his still messy hair.

“I’m sure I have twice that.” You roll your eyes, thinking about every single joke Sam must be making up right now, saving them for the moment he sees you and Bucky together. Wait…are you two together? What did last night mean? Did it mean anything at all? Your head’s filled with all the questions you’ve wanted to avoid all this time and clearly your face can’t hide your concern.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You shake your head and smile at him, trying to hide whatever’s bugging you.

“Yeah, I was just, um…thinking about…” He stares at you, his eyes glistening in the way they always do when he’s around you. He always looks you in the eye when he listens to you, he’s a great listener. You gaze at him for a moment and remember every single moment he’s made you feel as if you’re floating, of every time you thought of him when buying a CD or a record and how he would like it when he borrowed it from you, when you watched him make Sarah her favorite waffles and every Saturday breakfast you shared. There was nothing you could do, you were in love with Bucky Barnes.

“About…what an idiot I am for taking so long to…do this.” He leans over and kisses you, a deep but short kiss, resting his hand on your neck.

“Are you sure? Is that it?” He frowns, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You nod give him a small smile.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You sigh and gaze at him for yet another moment, relishing in the peace of this moment. “I had a lot of fun last night…but…” You take a second to think and finally realize that there’s something you need to say now before it’s too late. “I’m scared of hurting you and Sarah, of getting involved in that small family you have there and messing it all up.”

“Y/N, doll, you’re not gonna hurt us, I want to be with you.” He takes your hands in his. “I can take care of myself…and Sarah. And all I know is that being with you is what I’ve wanted since you recommended all those CD’s and records at the store that day.” You narrow your eyes at him, unable to hide the smile he just caused on you.

“Really? Ever since that day?”

“Well, if you didn’t like me that day, then I didn’t like you either.” He holds up his hands. He makes you chuckle; he always makes you laugh. You grab a pillow and hit his head gently, making him fake an Ouch! and hit you back, messing up your hair.

“What are you, eight?” You laugh at him, fixing your hair and faking a judgmental face.

“I have a daughter younger than that, you know.” You chuckle, look down at your knotted fingers, thinking about how someone could ever walk away from him and Sarah and the wonderful home they make, then again, you don’t even know what happened with her, you don’t know who she is, how they met and how he ended up getting Sarah. You barely know anything about them and all the uncertainty has caused you the fear you feel right now.

“Y/N, honey, I still feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.” He says, making you look up at him. “Is it about Sarah?”

“No!” You quickly reply. “No, it’s not Sarah, I…I love that kid.” You assure him. “It’s just the fact that you’re a single dad and…that I still don’t know anything about…”

“Her mother?” He frowns, and it strikes you that maybe this wasn’t the moment to bring that up. You frown, too, nodding but he remains silent for a moment.

“You don’t have to tell me, it’s just that what’s held me back is that I don’t know enough about you and your story and you don’t know a lot of things about me either…”

“I want to tell you, Y/N.” he cuts you off. “I’ve been meaning to tell you but the moments weren’t right or I was afraid of doing it.”

“Which is exactly why you don’t have to tell me, Buck. I’m just always full of fears, even about things that feel…more than right.” You pause. “I don’t want to spoil this moment and last night, so let’s not talk about this for a moment.”

“I just…don’t want you to ever feel afraid of anything when you’re with me.” More than being crystal blue, Bucky’s eyes had a truth and emotion in them that you had never seen before. You’ve trusted people, you’ve believed in somebody’s good heart but not like this.

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...in the details, Part 2

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point anyway, are platonic.

Please do not repost or translate my work. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

A bit about the OC Kari

Part 1

All mistakes are my own.

Word count: 2,249

Before you ventured into Westview, a flight of birds overhead reminded you of Redwing and Sam. Poor Sam. That sixth sense you had told you that fight at the compound was going to lead you all into very weird places. And the first one left you very squarely not in the room once again.

This time it was Steve and Bucky being thick as thieves, and you and Sam were…making a sandwich run? Couldn’t exactly get GrubHub to make a delivery to an attack site, could you? Bruce did not want some driver with a cellphone putting video up on Snapchat. “How would that look?” he bemoaned as he worked on the time travel platform. “We’d be getting tourists left and right. I don’t need that.” So off you and Sam went.

“You know, you could just, you know,” Sam started to say as he waved his hands like he thought a wizard would do, “and just poof up a plate of stuff. Right? With extra food for Banner, of course. He inhales tacos like nobody’s business. Just ask Tic Tac.”

“Sam, what have I told all of you before? Magic is the transfer of energy and matter. No suitable food stuff means no sandwiches. I can’t just think about the deli counter at Wegman’s and make a sandwich and a side of coleslaw appear in my hand. So, we’ll order on the app and pick it up. Just like everyone else. Before I hit the button, any changes to your order?”

“No, it’s fine. But don’t tell me you’ve never done shit like that when you’ve had your back against it,” Falcon huffed as you went to the rental car you’d gotten earlier in the day. That, thank Heaven, was easy to get at the local but extremely small airport.

“I’ve killed small rodents and eaten them, and I don’t mean just rabbits. Snakes, too. And, well, birds of prey, like falcons,” you groaned as you started to get into the car, but you stopped and headed back to the passenger side. “And I know you hate my driving, so here you go,” you said as you handed Sam the keys. “Sorry it isn’t a Ferrari. I was lucky to get this Kia. They didn’t exactly have anything race course worthy.”

As Sam climbed in, he saw bags of gear in the back seat. “You pulling a Wanda? Need some me time away from all us testosterone jockeys? Cyborg is going to be pissed.”

“Bucky has other stuff to deal with, trust me,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “He does not need to add Crazy Old Broad to his growing list of things to do and people to take care of this week. I heard him talking to Steve…”

“You? Eavesdropping? You are human!” Sam smirked, but then he saw the comment had hit a nerve. “You know I was kidding, right?”

“I know you are,” you said as you swallowed hard. In reality, you were not exactly buying that last comment. Sam was a sweetheart, but his comment sounded like things Tony and Steve had said about you in the weeks before the Time Heist. It depended on the situation, but one or the other of them seemed to question you, your motives, your powers and what they could do, and, at times, your grasp on reality. You did have a connection to a goddess they couldn’t see. Blaming them for having those questions just was not in your wheelhouse. “And yeah, maybe I just need to go figure a few things out. You guys know how to get me back here if you need me.”

“Somehow I don’t think Steve, Bucky and I would look so great standing and screaming your name in the middle of a fight,” Sam noted as he finally turned the key in the ignition.

“Now who is having issues with gender roles?” you said with a very pronounced side glance. “Sam, we are all human. We all need a save now and then. Maybe you’ll never have to utter my name again after today, unless you guys can’t find something you think I hid? Thor will be back once he’s done exploring the universe, and you can always get him here fast if you have Strange find him. And Wong is just dying for his shot as a full time Avenger. We all know that! And I can go back and do, well, goddess stuff, I guess. And raise horses. Just, please, make sure no one drops the ball on Parker. He lost his parents and his uncle. Losing Tony will hit him harder than anyone likely expects. He’s a good kid. He just needs support and guidance. Now, want to get this thing moving, or do you want me to drive?”

“And have you antagonize the local cops by going Mach 1? No thank you!”

You had to laugh at that one. You did tend to floor it. A lot.

++++++++++

A short time later, you and Sam rolled back to the site Bruce had chosen to set up the time travel platform. After you two handed out all the food, you realized it was really time for you to get going. No, you didn’t have a train, plane or bus to catch or someone to meet. You just knew it was going to get harder to make the break the longer you stayed there.

“She’s pulling a Wanda on us,” Sam said as he finished off the last of the sweet tea he had grabbed at the deli where you’d gotten food. “I think it’s too much he-man macho stuff, but she won’t fess up to that.”

“Wilson, how many brothers did I have?” you asked as you cleaned up the trash from the table Bruce had borrowed from a local park that had been wrecked during the battle. It had a huge hole in the end, but hey, it was good enough for the moment.

“Eight,” Bucky replied before Sam got the chance. “Just don’t quiz me on all their names. I remember your twin, Branan, and the one who was the vampire. Ewan? Right?”

“Yup, that’s right,” you grinned at Buck. “And no quiz. Promise,” you said as you raised your left hand and crossed your heart with your right.

“Why are you leaving?” Bruce asked as he adjusted the sling on his still injured arm, putting extra emphasis on the word “are” as he uttered it. “We need all the help we can get.”

Bruce, heaven help him, was suddenly one of the last active OG Avengers standing on Earth. Thor was off finding himself with the Guardians, and no one could really begrudge him that. He needed time to heal, and you knew all too well that was not easy nor time limited. Clint had more or less retired again after Natasha’s sacrifice on Vormir. Steve was getting ready to take the stones back, but upon his return, he’d likely join up with Sam and Bucky again to root out any remaining Hydra cells. That left Bruce in a very different place this time around.

“Bruce, you don’t really need me being a head case. Trust me. You do not need me giving any news outlets ammunition to blast headlines that make the team look less than spotless. I need to go home, at least for a little while,” you replied, knowing full well you were not telling him or the others everything. “And as I reminded Sam, you guys can just call me, and I’ll be here. Just whisper my name. Or yell it. Whatever works. Text me! If it’s an emergency, and if I’m not in the middle of some new damned war on my end, I’ll come running. But I have a feeling you guys are going to be just fine. Hell, I’ll give you a blessing before I head out.”

Yeah. A blessing. More like the final nail in the coffin. The words to start the spell to make them forget you.

“Big guy, you first,” you said as you put your hands on Bruce’s injured right arm. “And no, I am doing this, Bruce. It won’t be a full healing, but it should speed things up. You got this, big guy. Biggest brain. Biggest heart. May you realize just how much this team was built with your sweat and tears as it was anyone else’s.”

“I can’t change your mind?” Bruce asked as he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye and pout a bit. “And I am not asking because you are likely the only one of us who can cook…”

“I’m pretty sure all of you guys can cook something. Maybe not a good Colcannon or a fine Dublin coddle, but you’ll survive. As for the cupcakes, you guys may need to get a bakery on speed dial,” you added with a laugh because you knew they’d make that bakery rich. The Avengers loved their sugary snacks.

“Just don’t bug my sister, Bruce,” Sam noted as he waited for you to come over to him. “I still remember asking why the Cupcake Lady had a sword that night when those demon things attacked near the tower. I never asked. Why the cupcakes?”

“And not why the demons or the sword?” you said as you nearly choked on your words. “You realize that was before Steve saw me at Peggy’s funeral. That night was truly a fluke, Sam. No one was supposed to see that side of me then. As for the cupcakes, they were my entry to your world. Gifts from a fan girl. They’re easy to carry, a synch to personalize when needed, and everyone can have their own without fighting,” you said with a grin as Sam shook his head. “What?”

“You sound like Sarah.”

“Then I am in good company. Tell her the good stuff you’ve told me all these years. The words of wisdom. The little jokes. The pep talks. Tell her often. A single mom with two boys needs that. Be there for her, and drag these guys to see her, too. It would do the boys a world of good to have all their uncles stop by. Now, Samuel,” you said as you gave him a hug, “remember to keep these guys flying right. And if the world drops opportunity in your lap, whatever it might be, do not look at it and push it away without a lot of thought. The world needs Sam Wilson, the hero with a heart.”

And now the hardest part of this good bye had you wiping tears from your eyes. “I know. I’m a big mush. Girls from Brooklyn would laugh at me for this, right? Sorry, but girls from Naas and Athy do cry sometimes. I’m going to miss you two lugs. A lot.”

“Lugs. Last time you called us that was in ’43,” Bucky said as he looked down at his feet for a minute. “Somehow Hydra missed that memory.”

“You’ll see us again,” Steve said as he turned briefly to see where the case with the stones was on the platform. “But this time, it better not take 70 years.”

As you looked at the best friends, something about their auras seemed off. They had been planning something when you almost walked in on their chat a few days ago. You had no idea what it was, and you suddenly didn’t want to hang around to find out what the next act was going to bring.

“Just…watch your back, Steve. From what Clint said about Vormir, that one is going to be tough. And Buck, whatever comes next, I’m rooting for you. Even if you can’t see me doing it.”

“You really don’t have to leave,” Bruce kept insisting as you hefted your backpack on your shoulder.

“Dr. Banner, do you really want to fight my demons after all this? I have enemies. You just haven’t seen them yet. Frankly, the only reason that Hydra didn’t grab me before I hooked up with the Howling Commandos was because I was pulled into another dimension by one of those enemies. It was only by some weird twist of fate that Peggy found me when she did. If the veil between worlds had not been so thin near that camp, I might never have made it back, or Hydra might have found me first. It was pure dumb luck.”

{{And, Heaven help me, part of it was these two lugs over here}} you thought as you turned to head to your car. Then you stopped. This was a lot harder than it had been any time before, but it was the curse of an immortal to have to keep moving on. “I wish you luck, joy and happiness. I wish you peace. And, if you are truly lucky, memories long enough to have little space to spare for the likes of me because they are filled with so much more! See you in my dreams, for now anyway, fellas.”

++++++++++

You rolled out of there before Steve started his mission to return the stones, and you got a text from Bruce hours later telling you everything that had happened. Steve not coming back as planned. Then an older version of Steve shows up, sitting on a bench near the platform, and he gives Sam the shield. Right in front of Bucky.

It was now weeks later. No. It was months later, and here you were staring up at the sign for Westview. You’d gotten out of your rental car so you could get a feeling for the area around this little town.

“You made it back,” a voice said behind you. “How are you, after all that mess with Wanda and that Agatha woman? She was a real piece of work.”

The person speaking to you was Dr. Darcy Lewis. Friend of Thor and Dr. Jane Foster. Why was she even here?

You couldn’t fully figure out what the hell she was talking about. You didn’t remember being here before. Yet, you knew who she was, and you had never met her before. Or at least you couldn’t remember meeting her, here or anywhere else.

“Apparently not as great as I thought I was,” you muttered as you winced again. “Dr. Lewis, how long ago was the blip?”

“Give or take a week, about six months ago,” she replied as you started to pace. “Why?”

“Shit. Not this again,” you hissed as you looked up at the sign once more. “I think I’m going to need your help. How much do you know about Celtic myths and Irish history, Dr. Lewis?”

[unnyhunny]

dino squad website (circa early 2008)

Hello, everyone! The Dino Squad website from early 2008 is accessible in the Wayback Machine, but as far as I’ve been looking, there isn’t a good post or guide to what’s actually in it.

Like everything in ‘08, this site uses Flash for pretty much everything it does (and PHP for everything else), which can make some things difficult, obviously. I can’t direct you in how to run Flash in 2021, but I wish you the best. The site I’m using is linked below, but there are several in the Wayback Machine that seem to work, although I haven’t noticed any differences yet. I have a few theories about this site, that I’ll get into when they’re relevant.

http://web.archive.org/web/20130210222200/http://www.dinosquad.com/

Feel free to explore! I’ll be leaving my notes down below.

When you enter the site, you’re greeted by this screen, alongside a stock alarm sound, and the Dino Squad theme.

This next part is hard to show, but I’ll do my best. This is actually a cube that you’re just in, and there are interactive elements in the room that, when you hover over them, they have special prompts that go to other areas of this flash site. Also, it is noticeably slow to scroll.

[the floor]

[the wall directly facing the logo, presumably the entrance]

[the wall on the right]

[the wall behind]

[the wall on the left]

[the ceiling]

On the left hand side, there is a Music Player, that goes through memorable tracks from the Dino Squad soundtrack, like “Dino Squad” (the main theme), “Transformation” (the transformation sequence song), and “BaBaBa!”, a song that I don’t remember ever being in the show, and sounds similar to the transformation theme, but acapella. Also, Rump is there, for some reason?

[the music player]

Now, this is where it gets really interesting. There was an ability to make accounts through the site, and gain “Ooze Power” through, presumably, doing well on the mini-games, some bones (?), and a badge system that, when clicked, doesn’t do anything.

[the user profile]

From left to right, the dino silhouettes are: Buzz, Caruso, Fiona, Max, Roger, and...Moynihan? Veloci? It’s impossible to know, but it’s presumably Veloci, because Moynihan wasn’t revealed to be a raptor until the final episode (or second to final episode? I’m a fake fan). 

On trying to click on any of the games, a log-in option comes up -- you need to log in to play the minigames, which means that I can’t play any of them, because it’s impossible to make an account now (I tried).

[the log-in page]

When I try to register, there’s the outline of the Dino Squad logo, but no site content shows up besides that. This is a running theme, so I’ll only show the emptiness once. Also, it’s important to note that I think the tube at the top of the window is ooze, which is a delightful touch.

[the empty screen]

The interactive elements of the room are either mini-games or character/story info sheets, so I’ll go through them one by one, starting with the character/story info.

Character/Story Information

Right by the door, there is a green monitor that offers you the ability to “Get the 411 on the DinoSquad, their vehicles and weapons.” Unfortunately, they won’t be quite able to deliver.

[characters hover-over text]

Here is the character select screen. Did you know that it’s Rodger, not Roger? I didn’t. Unfortunately, of the characters listed here, only Caruso and Victor have their original info, which will be displayed first without comment below.

[character select screen]

[caruso’s info sheet. if someone else wants to transcribe this, be my guest, but there’s just too much text for me to do time-wise.]

[victor’s info sheet.]

On another green monitor, Dino Video would be available, where you could “Watch the latest DinoSquad shows and video clips online”. Unfortunately, it brings up a menu with two choices, and neither of them work.

[dino video hover prompt]

[menu options for dino video]

Next, we have the Dino Dictionary, with “Crazy facts about the Dinosaurs that roamed and ruled the earth for over 160 million years.” Unfortunately, these links are dead, too, but they’re shown as options in the archive file web, so they might be viewable.

[dino dictionary hover text]

[dino dictionary menu options]

Next are the character hovers. These would, on click, take you to their page. Only Victor’s and Caruso’s work.

[veloci hover text]

[max hover text]

[caruso hover text]

[fiona hover text]

[rodger hover text]

[buzz hover text]

Next, we have some tips for going green. This is the same reference center that the Dino Dictionary uses, so it likewise doesn’t work.

[Go Green! hover text]

Moynihan and Rump’s text comes next. I can’t imagine what the log entry for Rump would have been.

[moynihan hover text]

[rump hover text]

That was all of the informational parts of this website. Now, it’s time for some fun.

Mini-Games

Or it would be, if they worked.

For all of the following, it just prompts the login page on-click, so I can’t really do anything or show what it might have looked like, unfortunately.

The first game is Dino Dodge, where you “Test your skills at this crazy game! Catch the bones, badges, and ooze, but dont [sic] get hit by the Dino-skulls!”

[Dino Dodge hover text]

Next, My Squad. This is where you’d click to party up and stuff, I’m guessing, but it just brings me to the Login page, and I can’t do anything with it.

[my squad hover text]

[what the squad page could have looked like. under it, with the circles and icons, could have been a way to display your most awesome badges.]

Next, and possibly the saddest part of these, is RaptorQuest. “Your Squad will need all the ooze power possible to complete these 3D missions to save the world from evil primordial ooze.” I don’t know what this could have entailed, but it sounds like all of the ooze power from playing the games mattered here, and that there were 3D missions that could have had something of a storyline are gone? I’m in mourning.

[RaptorQuest hover text]

After RaptorQuest is Oozefest, a game where you “Load up on ooze and fire away at Victor Veloci and his side-kick to send them back to their primordial state in these three Dino-levels!” Presumably, oozing them is a bad thing in this game, although how well that holds up to canon is debateable.

[oozefest hover text]

My Badges is next.

[my badges hover text]

The final game is Hyperdino. My immediate guess is that this would play like the Manhole Game-and-Watch game?

[hyperdino hover-text]

[manhole game]

Some Interjections

1. This website was made very early on, and was probably only using the pilot characterization.

Most importantly to this being that Fiona’s penchant for speed is what is most notable about her here, when that was really only in the pilot/dino-cycle part, near the very start of the show. The logo isn’t necessarily a giveaway, but the Max/T-Rex picture at the top is one that I don’t see much except on early promo art.

2. Did they make new art for this website, with this room, or was this an early base idea?

3. Why was there an option to advertise, and where would the ads be shown?

4. Victor has many weapons and vehicles, but doesn’t have the wonderful Dino Dirigible yet?

5. This site (and its Flash) isn’t backed up besides the WayBack Machine.

It’s not in BlueMaxima’s Flashpoint, but I couldn’t extract the whole swf file from the html -- just the landing page, with Max and the alarm. If there’s a way to back this all up as one swf, that’d be spectacular, but from what I can tell, it’s using a mix of swf files and other files to deliver content.

Thank you for reading, and I hope exploring the site is/was fun! If you find anything I didn’t, please reblog and add!

[lacrimosathedark]

I have a “call out post” for hellosandersfanders, since they’ve been so goddamn “kind” going around and “correcting” people~  I actually have them blocked so honestly it’s more of a vent and an informational post for people who are yet to block them. I’m also not tagging anyone so as to not bother them, but I use their full usernames you’ll still know what I’m talking about.

If you want a TL;DR, I essentially repeat this multiple times: PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO ENJOY THINGS. LET OTHERS ENJOY THINGS. YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE IT BUT DON’T BE A DICK ABOUT IT.

I’ll start off with the preface that most of their “call-outs” aren’t tagged appropriately. Specifically, they tag thomas sanders as well as the original basic ships. So these could just pop up when you’re looking for some Patton and Logan snuggles or some Roman and Virgil banter or anything else. Which is really fucking shitty, especially when they gripe about people tagging incorrectly. You’ll see.

In their bio and later in a post they talk about how they are saying what everyone else is too scared to say and denying that they’re a hate blog. Actually, this is their bio: “THIS IS NOT A HATE BLOG. This is a blog that calls out blogs and people that need to be called out. I'm taking it upon myself to make sure that everyone's blog experience is trouble free by setting bloggers straight.” But when you go after people, not even critiquing but full on criticizing and attacking them, that’s not a call-out, that’s hate. And here’s another thing. You can be the smartest dick in the room, but if you’re still a dick no one wants to listen to you. 

Their first post is “Call out posts to fanders who draw fusions that include Deceit: that counts as a Deceit ship and it won’t hurt you to tag it as such. Stop being disrespectful and tag your stuff appropriately.”  Saying a fusion counts as a ship isn’t necessarily the case, for one. And then says it’s disrespectful to not tag them as a Deceit ship. I know a lot of the time reblogs don’t get appropriately tagged, but if you go back to the original work, all of them are tagged for Deceit in some way, and often have said fusion in the tags (Loceit, Moceit, Princeit, Anxceit). I have never seen a fusion where the original artist didn’t tag the fusion components. And it’s well known that some people don’t like Deceit or are triggered by him in some way, so most fanders make an active effort to tag him. So that’s bullshit point one.

The next rude post they criticized cattonsanders for not tagging food and eating warnings for their compilation of the Sanders Sides characters not eating properly. But here’s the thing, while it wasn’t tagged, they said right in the post what it was, and the first frames are literally a title card saying “nobody in sanders sides knows how to eat”. And they didn’t say “hey, can you try to tag food and eating in the future?”, they said “ this is cute but you should’ve put a tag warning for food and/or eating. next time be mindful of other people.” like they have the right to scold and demand. 

Next was them commenting on people commenting on a gif: “is it really necessary to add your comments on gifsets? why couldn’t you add it on the tags?” Why shouldn’t people talk in reblogs? You aren’t obligated to be part of the conversation or say anything, you can even go back to the original post without commentary and people enjoying themselves and reblog the original post. What is so goddamn tedious about seeing people talking and having fun over content they mutually enjoy? Fuck off with your fun-sucking bullshit.

They have made a handful of comments on randomslasher/LJ’s posts as well as a call-out so I’ll summarize: They think “LJ is everywhere” is and overdone joke and finds it “grating” that people still enjoy it, they think LJ is a hypocrite for understanding people don’t like Deceit while also sharing Deceit content, they say LJ doesn’t stand for anything and is a people-pleaser, and they said people shouldn’t “worship” them because they don’t stand for anything. So, to hit all of those points, as follows; You aren’t required to like a joke but as long as it doesn’t harm anyone just let people enjoy things. You don’t have to like something for it to be good. Next, people are allowed to like Deceit. The same way people can like Moriarty or the Joker or Deadpool or any character of poor or ambiguous morality. You can like a character that’s not a great person. Being aware that he upsets people just means you tag the content appropriately, not that you have to stop liking or sharing it because it makes other people uncomfortable. LJ isn’t a hypocrite for still sharing Deceit content if they like Deceit so long as they tag appropriately, jegus fuck. And I don’t know much about LJ, but do they really have to “stand for something”? It’s their blog, not yours, and it’s for fun, it doesn’t have to have a deeper purpose. And people don’t worship LJ, but they are admired for their content and personality. But they, and many other bigger blogs in this fandom, are constantly reminding their followers that they too are just people and just Fanders. It’s not fair to dislike them just for being well-liked. That’s just petty. They then whined when LJ blocked them, essentially calling them a coward. But I’ve seen LJ discuss things with people of less than like minds, and they aren’t perfect but they’re pretty respectful. They blocked you because you’re a whiny bitch, not because you disagree with them.

Next they went after princelogical. They said Marin is just imitating Logan in how he “speaks” and it’s “annoying and fake”. That rubs me the wrong way because I have been told I type like Logan talks at times, but y’know what? I’ve been told before ever hearing the name Thomas Sanders that my writing seems cold and distant and intelligent and precise. That is how I learned to write and express myself. It’s possible, even likely, that Marin is similar, that he is similar to Logan in that way and were prior to Logan existing. And people who mimic or pretend to be the characters that they criticize, so fucking what? People aren’t allowed to explore the characters or themselves, or practice writing or getting into character like that? They also say: “He’s also very in your face about being christian, which is very offensive to people of other religion like myself.” News flash, buddy, they say right in their bio that they’re Christian. Don’t like it, don’t follow him. And here’s a thing, I hate organized religion with a burning passion. But his religiousness never does more than poke at a nerve. And he uses it as a way to spread positivity instead of hate like a lot of Christians do nowadays. And hey, that someone is personally another religion and shares it on their personal blog is not an offense to someone of a different religion, be fucking mature.

They next attacked organizeddiscord, and I don’t really know Sam so I’m gonna argue more with their points, if I make a wrong assumption about her I apologise. For context, I don’t know if she does this so imma put the first part of their comment for you to judge rather than piece it apart: “Does nothing but complain about her content not being reblogged then constantly makes posts that guilt trip people into reblogging her content, starts unnecessary drama,  and  acts mean and horrible towards Deceit fans. I don’t like Deceit too but I never act the way she does.” After that they go on to say how she is “forcing” the Virgil/Thomas ship on the fandom and how it’s disrespectful to Thomas. Look, I hate that ship too, it weirds me out, but no one is forced to read any of what she posts about it (blocked tags and tumblr savior exist for a reason) and anyone is allowed to create anything they want, that’s not forcing it on anyone. And I don’t see how it’s disrespectful to Thomas. Sanders Sides Thomas is a characters, Shorts Thomas is a character, they aren’t real. Thomas knows abut ships, he has said he thinks they’re cute. He makes jokes about the concept of sleep essentially being his wild boyfriend, and there was a joke about him sharing his bed with his anxiety, which is essentially Shorts verse version of Virgil. And guess what? You don’t have to like it for her to be able to enjoy it. She’s allowed to enjoy it. They later said she was plagiarizing when she took a text post that has been circling around, and also sourced it, and made it a Sanders Sides essentially fake quote. And they demanded she take it down. Buddy...that’s not how things work. It’s not plagiarism if you say it’s not yours. And she did the right thing in sourcing it too. But this happens all the time, are you going to attack every “fake quotes” thing ever, even just in this fandom? Because honey even you don’t have the time for that.

They then go after theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly and boy did I feel like a cat with their hairs on end when I saw them be a dick to Cole. They don’t like Cole’s shitposty humor. It’s not for everyone but a lot of people think he’s funny. And some of his crazy shenanigans come from medications or even from just being bilingual and keeping words right. The “childish talk” I find funny, and it’s not like it’s baby talk, and it can also be rather insightful. Plus even if you think he sounds stupid, here’s the thing: most people sound smarter in their native language. Cole isn’t from an English-speaking country. He is allowed to not use every word like it came out of your goddamn English textbook or some stupid novel or whatever. And the bear thing is because his username and icon are a reference to Crofter’s whose mascot is a bear. If you aren’t gonna bitch at Thomas for making so many Crofter’s jokes, then leave Cole the fuck alone for it.

They then made a call-out for what-even-is-thiss and...sadly I agree with them on this one, though I hate how rudely they worded it, so I’m just gonna copy what they said. ““Roman” if that’s even his real name, has no regards to other people’s feelings and just says whatever the hell enters that brain of his. He is so bad that other blogs have called him out. And yet he acts as if nothing has happened. No remorse or anything.” I will say one thing though; Roman, to my recollection, is a trans guy and chose his name. He’s allowed to choose any name he fucking wants. And even if that’s not his real name? It’s the fucking internet didn’t you guardian teach you not to give out personal information on the internet?

They then called out anxietys-room for not being helpful and for passing it off to followers to give advice. Here’s the thing; they aren’t professionals. They are normal people who want to help people struggling and can only do so much. And I’ve seen a number of times them pushing help lines for people who desperately need that. How shitty do you have to be to attack something so well-intentioned?

They then yelled at insanelycoolish for not putting their story under a “Keep Reading”, which they used later for their taglist. It’s a fair thing to say, long posts you don’t care to read are obnoxious. However, they didn’t ask if Finn could fix it or do something else next time. They said this: “would it kill you both to add all of these under a read more?” “you both” presumably is referring to the-pastel-peach, whom Finn was conversing with because she enjoyed his fic. But she can’t do anything, it’s not her post. Ugh I’m so sick of this dude...

This is all that’s on their account for now, but let’s circle back to their bio. No one needs to be called out for having a different sense of humor than you or liking things you don’t like. You aren’t making the fandom trouble-free, you’re causing trouble and pain and anger by attacking our friends. Maybe that’s your real intent. But either way, you have made yourself our enemy.

You have no right to consider yourself a Fander, so I hope you don’t. Thomas preaches caring and acceptance, and asking nicely for things you need. He would be ashamed of you.

[oh-mother-of-darkness]

asks (20)

@winchdean said: Hi. I'm sending you this message to ask to reblog my friend's post because her parents kicked her out for being gay and now she lost her job and she doesn't have money for meds, food and rent. Can you do that? Thank you! 

Sure thing! Here’s the donation post right here if any of y’all can help 

Anonymous said: Hey! I just, I've been so desperate I'm from Mexico but because of some papers I have to stay in US, I've been here for 6 months and it's not that much to hear but it feels like a year I haven't see my friends, i really miss my life and I feel like I need to talk without just texting, I'm really getting crazy I feel so angry and emotional But there's something I always question myself, am I right to feel this way? Or am I just been exaggerating?

I think it’s important to remember that the reality of a situation doesn’t always matter. If something hurts, if you feel bad, if you’re in pain, it doesn’t matter whether that should be true or not. That’s how you feel. You’re hurting, and you’re forced to deal with that. It makes the situation hard, no matter the reality of the thing.

But for the record? That does sound terrible, and I’m sorry you’re in that position. Let me know if I can help with anything <3

@fernandidilly-yo said: This might be a really stupid question, but I was wondering, is it canon that Damian goes to school, or is that fanon?

That one is fanon! Damian is homeschooled. He did attend Gotham Academy for about a week one time as part of a mission, but that’s the only school he’s ever gone to.

The homeschool thing has been repeated in multiple series, but I don’t really feel like tracking the other panels down just now. Here’s Damian getting expelled from GA though. Look at my boy being all noble

Anonymous said: Hi. I'm a new-big-fan of the batfamily and especially the realationships between the siblings! From what I've gathered Dick and Tim had a good brother run (pre52? I've no clue in the new52 or rebirth it's still very confusing to me) but as for now Dick has a very close relationship with Damian, which is great but I'm like what about Tim now? Are they still close? What's going on?

Ughhhhhhhhh okay here’s what happened. Yes, Tim and Dick were super close in the preboot, and that relationship was well-developed over decades of material. They were brothers, and even before that, Dick was a big part of Tim’s life-- Tim discovered Batman and Robin’s secret identities when he saw Dick as Robin execute the signature move of Haly’s Flying Graysons... which Tim recognized because he was in the crowd the night Dick’s parents died.

Tim spent years watching Dick and Bruce before he stepped forward, and when he did it was to talk to Dick. Dick was Tim’s childhood hero. They were extremely close.

But then came Scott Lobdell, one of the few writers I’m prepared to openly shit-talk around here. Lobdell wrote the n52 origin stories for both Jason and Tim. Both of them are terrible, horrible failures, but we’re going to limit ourselves to Tim’s right now. In Teen Titans #0 (n52), Lobdell completely rewrote Tim’s backstory, and one of the worst things he did was completely remove Dick from the equation. In Lobdell’s version, Tim never discovered Batman’s identity on his own, and he never knew Dick at all. 

Now this has presumably been retconned (I think) (please let it be retconned) by Rebirth, and there was an unpublished issue of n52 Nightwing that included the old version of their introduction, but in the n52 Tim and Dick’s relationship got screwed. Lobdell also decided that Tim’s closest sibling was Jason, which is.... wow oh boy that’s something else, and although Tim and Dick did interact every once in awhile, they never seemed particularly close. I will note, however, that emotional distance between the n52 Batfamily is pretty damn normal.

Anonymous said: WONDERWOMAN WAS SO GOOD

IT REALLY WAS I cried real tears when she stepped out of that trench..... it was just.... so majestic and wonderful

@almost-puzzlesme said: ERMAGHERD DID YOU SEE IT

I forgot to answer this message!!! I’m so sorry!!! Yes, I saw it, and I’ve been screaming about it ever since

Anonymous said: So apparently Jason is a role model and Dick is Damian's other dad. Thanks Rebirth.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Anonymous said: Crap! How do I keep missing your giveaways by less than five minutes?!

Ah that’s really more my fault than yours :/// I used to do dignified giveaways where I gave everyone enough time to reblog the post and enter as many times as they wanted, but I got tired of keeping track of all of that. The way I do it now definitely rewards the people who are always online, which is an unfortunate bias

I hope you win eventually <3

Anonymous said: I don't need a plush I just wanted you to know you're very sweet for offering to make them :D

Oh thank you! You’re very sweet too

@arabian-batboy said: Thanks a lot for doing that request, I actually almost forgot that Jason would look older than Bruce last saw him, it makes me wonder if maybe one day some computer-person (maybe Tim?) close to Bruce would photoshop a pic of Jason to make him look as old as if he was still alive so that they would give it as a gift to Bruce and how Bruce would react to that (assuming this was before Jason came back)

Hmmmm that would be something I could see Bruce doing himself, but I’m not sure it would be a good idea for anyone else to spring on him. Bruce was pretty possessive of Jason’s memory while he was gone, and I don’t think he would react well to that particular surprise

@glorytommy said: This is a tumblr hug. 💕 (Send this to your ten favorite blogs)

@nightwinglover said: Thank you for existing. 💗 Send this to 10 people who you think deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox ❤💛💚💙💜

@novelty--night said: Thank you for existing. 💗 Send this to 10 people who you think deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox ❤💛💚💙💜

Thank y’all :)

Anonymous said: I was just thinking about your post about how Gotham thinks Damian killed Tim and I was sad because while Damian is probably outwardly like 'tch Drake's death just proves he truly was inferior' he's probably actually pretty messed up about it. And he hears the whispers and rumors and sees the glances at meetings and galas and regardless of his past attempts on Tim's life it still makes him a little sick to his stomach to know people believe he truly did murder him in cold blood just for money.

Right?? It would be super messed up for a couple reasons, the first being that Damian super did try to kill Tim that one time, so even though he wouldn’t try it now-- and that growth is very important in how he sees himself-- he can’t exactly claim the high ground on this particular accusation. Plus it can’t be easy to have thousands of people add to your grief by accusing you of murdering someone you love are related to

Anonymous said: Please bury me in your Jason Todd plushies. Thank you.

Have you considered the chance that those plushies might crawl out of your grave, as they once did themselves

Anonymous said: What do you think would happen next after your catatonic Jason fic? Do you think Bruce would realize he wasn't hallucinating? When he does dies he assume this is just a homeless not that looks too much like Jason? That fic killed me and I would love any other thoughts you have on it

Hm assuming that we’re maintaining the proper timeline, Bruce can’t realize that’s really Jason-- if he did, Jason wouldn’t have ended up with the League, and we’d be looking at a very different fallout. I suppose we’ll have to say that Bruce never did figure it out, which is only believable if that kind of thing happened to Bruce all the time. And I think it did. He saw Jason everywhere, and the first few times, he investigated. That might really be Jason, maybe he isn’t dead, maybe this isn’t in my head.... but all of those times, it wasn’t. Eventually, he accepted that, so by the time that story happened, he didn’t look too closely.

Anonymous said: but what /is/ the actual dignified wayne family motto when translated into english

Well I’m not getting any canon results for that one, and I don’t want to try to make one up, but here’s something I found for the historical surname “Wayne”

“Time and chance occurs for all”

That seems to be a variation of Ecclesiastes 9:11: I have seen something else under the sun: “The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all.”

That would be King Solomon of Israel saying that victory is unpredictable; you can prepare as much as you want, but time and chance can give the battle to the person that should logically lose. That’s an amazing motto for the batfamily considering that Bruce’s #1 rule is “be prepared.” On the one hand, the passage seems to go against Bruce’s philosophy, but on the other, in the context of the superhero world, the batfamily usually is the one that should logically lose. I’m super willing to accept this motto.

Anonymous said: fellow college station resident here; I understand how you feel completely. sending good vibes for your drive tomorrow, and I wish you all the best

I made it home! I’m still really upset about leaving though :/// I’m not even moving that far away, but it’s a whole three years of my life ending, you know? And I’m going to miss my friends and my roommate and my apartment

Anonymous said: witch comics are you reading right now?

Ahh I’m super behind on everything right now, but all the batfamily titles and superman

@shewritestochangethefuture said: Hi there! Just wanted to let you know how much I adore your blog :) I just found it recently and have spent /hours/ looking through it already and liking all your headcanons/ original stories. Everything you write is absolutely /hilarious/, and so spot on with each and every characterization. The way you've put so much research into some of the requests/asks you get is honestly super impressive. Way to go! I'm such a big fan of this blog, thank you for sharing it with the rest of the world!!

This message made me so happy <3

[emulateharry]

story of my life

Chapter 12

A/N:  Could not keep this up without the help and encouragement from my  peeps @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173 and @whoopsharrystyles.  Almost to the end...

Oh, Christmas Eve is covered in detail in the SOML Christmas Special

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The morning after she had become lost in the storm, Kacey had awakened before dawn and could not go back to sleep.  She lay in the dark listening to Harry’s soft breathing and trying not to cry.  She was unsuccessful. All she could think about was how she had royally fucked up.  She should have just answered his mum, just told her what she wanted to know.  She shouldn’t have lectured her then stalked out like a petulant child.  What they must think of her!

Until this trip she had somehow managed to hide her crazy side from Harry but the day before it had come blazing out in all its glory.  He had been so kind to her last night, but he was the kindest person she had ever met.   He was kind to everyone.  She knew it was just a matter of time now.  She wondered if he would tell her it was just not going to work out or if he would slowly stop spending time with her until he left for good.  She wasn’t sure which would be worse but she did know that, either way, she was going to lose him.

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.  She opened them again when she felt Harry’s thumbs softly wiping the tears away.

“What’s all this, pet?” his voice gentle and his eyes concerned.

Her lips trembled as she began in a tremulous whisper “I’m so sorry!  I didn’t mean to cause such a ruckus!  I was unforgivably ru--”

“Shhh, love.  No.  Mum told me what happened; why you left so suddenly.  She was very worried about you and sorry for, well, I’m sure she’ll tell you herself,” he said quietly.

Kacey’s tears would not stop.  She tried to quell them but the stress of the last 24 hours was too much.  Harry held her in his arms, cradled against his chest while she cried soundlessly.  Finally, the sobs lessened.  He looked down at her, kissing the last of the tears from her face.  He continued kissing down her cheeks to her chin, then her throat and on down her body.  He kissed every inch of her, and then returned to her face to look into her eyes.  He made love to her then, trying to tell her with his body what he was not yet brave enough to say aloud. 

Kacey was unusually quiet for the rest of their stay.  Though she and Anne had apologized to one another, Kacey was still uncomfortable and did not want to be alone with her.  Harry was usually right next to her, hesitant to let her out of his sight.  Gemma kept her mother occupied much of the time.   When Anne suggested they accompany her to visit old friends one afternoon, Kacey politely declined opting instead to stay at the house.  Though she explained that she needed to study the script for an upcoming episode of Mortwick Murders, Harry knew that the primary reason was to avoid spending the afternoon trapped in a car with his mum.  Harry kissed her goodbye and Kacey spent the afternoon with Robin.  She was drawn to his gentle demeanor and quiet humor.  He, in turn, enjoyed getting to know the woman who had captured his stepson’s heart.

*

The next four weeks were very busy for both Kacey and Harry.  After driving back to London, they had only two days together before One Direction’s fifth album was released and all the promotion craziness began.  The Made in the AM release coincided with a Justin Bieber album release and the internet went ballistic hyping a competition that wasn’t there.  Kacey was annoyed at the comparisons, particularly when 1D debuted at Number 2 in the US behind Bieber at Number 1.  

“Laura, those assholes all need a fucking punch in the nuts.  Did you read this bullshit?  Bieber has been too busy spitting on fans and pissing in mop buckets to release an album in the last three years.  This is the guys’ THIRD album in those three years.  Let’s compare total sales, yeah?  Those anonymous little digs on the internet.  Fuckers. I want them killed,” Kacey was raging over the phone. 

Laura, listening on speaker as she worked in her office in the US, made the appropriate soothing noises at the appropriate points in the tirade that continued.  She decided to intervene as Kacey began planning how she was going to do away with the people criticizing One Direction.

“No, Kacey, you can’t poison Dan Wootten no matter how much you and the rest of humanity would benefit.  Blow torch is out too.  The humiliation thing might work if the man had any shame but I think you’re out of luck there as well.  As for the rest of them, they are just minor little leeches.  You know what we do to leeches,” she reminded her.

“Pour salt on them? No wait, that’s slugs.  What?” Kacey asked, distracted from her anger for a moment.

Laura, thankful for the first time for her friend’s ADD, replied “Pitch them back into the cesspool from whence they came.”

“I’d rather set them on fire and pour salt on them,” Kacey muttered.

“I know sweetie.  But you realize that the salt would put out the fire, right? Defeating the purpose? Anyway, what does Harry say?” Laura asked, knowing the answer already.

Huffing, Kacey said “He says to ignore it all.  But…”

“Ah, ah, ah!  Harry is a Zen kind of guy.  You should try to emulate him,” Laura tutted.

“Fine.  But just wait until the next book.  I’ll find some special treatment for these twits.  Prepare for grisly, violent deaths,” Kacey promised.

“Yay!  I smell another best seller cooking in that brain of yours.”

 *

Harry was in North America promoting the new album and appearing on talk shows and award shows.  He had been on Jimmy Kimmel in the sexiest pair of floral trousers Kacey had ever seen.  Then they played at the AMAs and filmed a performance for New Year’s Rockin’ Eve.  Kacey had hoped they could be together on Thanksgiving but Harry was in Mexico for a performance on the Premio Telehit awards show. 

During one of their facetime sessions, he had hinted that his mum was going to invite her to spend the weekend in Cheshire.  Kacey, not yet ready to face Anne alone, immediately made other plans. 

Kacey had lived in a flat in Henley on the Thames just after she moved to England.  After her first book was successful she had bought the flat.  Her downstairs neighbor, a widow by the name of Heather Crutchley, had become like a surrogate grandmother to her.  Kacey would spend afternoons with her helping with chores around the flat or taking her for errands or just having tea and listening to her reminisce.  Mrs. Crutchley, Hedy as she insisted Kacey call her, had taught her to knit and crochet and tat insisting that keeping the hands busy was a good way to calm the mind.  Hedy adored Kacey and always treated her as one of her own grandkids.  It had been far too long since Kacey had gone back to visit, so she had called to talk and see how she was doing. Seeing an opportunity, Kacey had offered to make Thanksgiving dinner for her and her bridge club (of which Hedy was the youngest member at 75 years of age).  Hedy, being no fool, agreed immediately; Kacey was a very good cook.

On Wednesday Kacey drove the 40 miles to Henley and made a quick stop at Sainsburys for supplies before heading to her flat.  She had ordered a turkey from Douglas Willis Meats that was going to be delivered at any moment and she didn’t want to miss it; particularly since the 17-pound bird cost $110.  She cringed a little at the price, at home a much larger turkey would be on sale for a tenth of that cost, but it would be worth it.  She spent the rest of the day prepping the feast and texting Harry between his promo events.  She was making a traditional Kentucky Thanksgiving dinner with cornbread dressing, gravy, fresh cranberry sauce, candied yams, green bean casserole and her grandma’s famous rolls.  She decided to make the pumpkin and apple pies ahead of time, filling her flat with the spicy sweet scents.

Thursday dawned cloudy but relatively mild.  Kacey planned to have dinner early in the afternoon for the ‘Henley Bridge Babes’ because they all preferred earlier meals.  The ladies were playing cards in the downstairs flat as Kacey prepared the food in hers on the second floor.  Harry called at 1230, 630 in Mexico City, eager to hear her voice first thing in the morning.  He had an invitation for her as well and was excited to tell her about it.

“Kassidy, I talked to Jeff last night.  He has invited us and some other friends to his yacht for New Year’s.  We’ll be cruising in the Caribbean.  What do you say?” he inquired eagerly.

“Oooh, sounds wonderful.  When would we leave?”  she asked as she basted the turkey.

“We’ll fly to Miami on Boxing Day and then spend the next ten days on the yacht.  We’ll fly home on January 3rd.”

“Oh.  Boxing day?  Well, hell.  I can’t! I have to film a Mortwick episode on the 27th.  Will take at least 3 days—I have a pretty big part in this one.  And Geoff Adams is directing.  I’ve told you how picky he is.  We’ll be lucky to get done by the 30th,” irritation creeping into her voice.

“Oh no.  Bloody Hell.  Mum and Robin are coming and Jeff and Glenne want to meet you.  I was hoping to start the new year off with---” Harry was interrupted by Kacey shouting.

“Shit!! Ow, ow, ow.  Damn it, I burned my hand!” she exclaimed. 

Harry could hear the oven door slam and then the sound of water running in the background.  “Are you okay?  Is it bad?” the worry evident in his tone.

“I think it’s okay.  It’s small.  Damn.  I’ll bet that scars,” she muttered.

“Love, I’ll let you go. I’ll call tonight after the show…unless you’d rather I wait until the morning.”

“No, please call me when you are finished.  Good luck, break a leg.  I miss you.”

“I miss you too.  Eight more days,” he consoled. 

“Eight more days,” she repeated.

*

Kacey tried to rearrange the shooting schedule so that she could accompany Harry on the yacht.  Geoff, her co-star turned director for that episode, was adamant that no changes be made.  He informed her that he had a meticulously prepared shooting timeline and they would not deter from it.  Harry was not happy but eventually resigned himself.  He would take her on holiday later, just the two of them.  At least they would have Christmas together. 

They had originally planned to have a simple day with his family, everyone coming to his house and spending the night so that they could leave early together the next day.  Kacey was not entirely happy with this arrangement.  She was excited to spend her first actual holiday with Harry.  After mulling it over for a few days she decided to, as her gift to them all, do Christmas right.  Harry took a little convincing, but seeing how much it meant to her, he agreed. 

Kacey threw herself into list making and contacting florists, landscapers, designers and suppliers.  One morning, in the middle of December, a team of workers showed up to his house and transformed it.  There were Christmas trees and garlands and ribbons and candles everywhere.  All in all, it was very elegant and yet comfortable.  A huge package arrived addressed to Kacey a few days later and she squealed as she unpacked a beautiful antique china set with a Christmas theme.  The elaborate traditional meal that she had planned for them would look wonderful on the plates.

Harry decided to help by hanging mistletoe in almost every doorway and over his bed.   He even took to wearing a sprig of it in the waistband of his jeans, waggling his eyebrows at her whenever she walked past him.  Kacey finally asked him to stop because taking numerous sex breaks during each day, though very nice, was hindering her ability to “Get shit done.” 

Despite the over the top decorations and meal plan, Kacey had asked Harry to go with a simple gift, if any.  The sting of his mum’s question lingering in her mind, she explained that she really didn’t need anything.  Harry echoed the sentiment and was glad that she was so busy because she didn’t notice him sneaking away for a few hours each day.  Kacey had also put a Christmas tree in Harry’s bedroom.  This one she left bare for him to decorate.  He was excited to pull out his personal ornaments and place them where he could enjoy them.   Kacey watched him as he carefully decided on a spot for each one, Christmas movie playing in the background and the smell of pine, hot cocoa and popcorn mingling in the room.

The days flew and before she realized, it was December 23.  Anne and Robin and Gemma were coming in the afternoon.  Kacey was making a lasagna and salad for dinner, while Harry insisted on making breadsticks from scratch.  They worked well together in the kitchen, enjoying the morning.   They took a little break while the dough was rising because Harry mentioned that something else was rising as well and they really should go see to it.  Kacey snapped him on the behind with a towel and then ran squealing with laughter to the bedroom where he caught her up in a hug. 

Christmas Eve was a long day spent at the Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. They ice skated and toured the ice sculptures and shops. 

*

Christmas morning was lively.  Kacey had prepared several breakfast casseroles the night before and they ate leisurely before moving to the lounge to open gifts.  Kacey wanted to clean up the kitchen before going in but Harry was insistent that she join them. 

Harry, of course, played Santa.  Before he could get under the tree to start pulling out gifts, Kacey handed him a small wrapped package. 

“What’s this?  I’m Santa!” he tried to sound pouty.

“Try opening it to see, goober.”

“Do I hear sass on CHRISTMAS?  Oh, love, that’s not going to go well for you.”

“Oh, hush and open it.”

Harry tore the paper and ribbons and tossed them aside.  He opened the box and found a plush velvet and fur Santa hat.  He pulled it out and put it on.

“Now, you’re ready to play Santa,” she said, kissing him on the cheek.

He grinned at her as Anne snapped a picture.

Harry handed out the parcels with glee and watched as everyone opened gifts. 

Kacey and Gemma enjoyed a laugh when they realized that they had given each other the same gift—tickets to the same upcoming concert. 

Harry did, in fact, get some slippers from his mum and Robin.  Kacey opened her gift from the Twists and gasped.  It was an antique British cookbook “Mrs. Beeton’s Book of Household Management.”  Kacey had a collection of antique and vintage cookbooks and had wanted a copy of Mrs. Beeton’s for a while but had never actually looked for it.  She thanked them enthusiastically, opening it carefully to glance at the first few pages.   Robin was very pleased with his present from Kacey, grinning when he saw the season tickets to his favorite local football team.   Anne opened hers and sat back in surprise.  It was a signed copy of the newest book by her favorite author, Peg Hughes, entitled “Dante’s Alfredo.” 

“Kassidy, how did you get this?  It doesn’t come out until next month!” she asked, looking at her in awe.

“Oh, I know someone at the publisher,” Kacey said with a smile and a wave of her hand. “Don’t tell anyone!”

Harry handed Kacey one of the last two packages under the tree, taking the other for himself. 

“You go first,” he encouraged her, practically bouncing with anticipation as she held the brightly wrapped box labelled “To Kacey, From Harry”

Kacey gently tore open the paper and then lifted the top off the box.  Inside was a scarf.  Not a silk scarf, a beautiful knit infinity scarf made from the softest wool she had ever felt.  It was a lovely steel blue, the yarn bulky and plush.  It was long enough to loop around her neck almost three times.  There was no tag on it and Harry was watching her closely for her reaction.   That’s when she realized.

“You made this?  You knitted this?” she asked wide-eyed.

Harry shrugged and said “My grandma taught me how.  I was a bit out of practice but I think it came out alright.”

“Oh, Harry, it’s beautiful!  And it’s so soft, is it alpaca?” she said as he nodded that it was. Kacey moved to kiss him softly, tears threatening to fill her eyes.  “Thank you.  I love it.”

Harry turned to his gift as Kacey watched nervously.  The wrapping torn off, he opened the box and looked at the contents, confused for a moment.  Then he let out a huge laugh and grabbed Kacey and hugged her tight.  Kissing her soundly he picked up his package and ran out of the room.  Kacey was laughing and the rest of his family was sitting bewildered, looking to her for answers.  Before she could respond, Harry came barreling back into the room and sliding across the floor wearing a large pair of Batman footed pajamas.  Peals of laughter rang out as he slid and strutted and struck superhero poses.

Gemma took several pictures and then smiled at Kacey.  “How did you know?” she asked her.

“I saw an interview where he said he always wanted some.  I thought I would make that happen,” Kacey grinned.

“They’re great!  Liam is going to be so jealous.  I’m going to text him a picture right now.  Here, Gem, take my picture, please,” he asked handing the phone to his sister.  Striking a pose with his hands on his hips, he affected a serious expression staring off into the distance.   He sent the text with the caption “I AM BATMAN” then hurried to take off the PJs.  They were too warm over his sweater and jeans.  He bent to kiss Kacey and thanked her with a stroke of her cheek.

Harry settled down next to the tree once again and began rummaging around underneath for what he dubbed ‘Kacey’s best gift’.  He emerged and turned around, a bright red bow on his forehead and a tag on his jumper that read ‘To: Kacey, From: Harry.’ Kacey’s face lit up and she squealed.  Anne and Gemma and Robin were laughing and Harry’s expression was one of pure mischief.

Kacey exclaimed “Yay!  It’s just what I’ve always wanted!” clapping her hands as she stood to walk towards him.  He opened his arms to her but she stopped short. 

“No, no, no, no, no!  I want to examine my present,” she giggled.  Reaching her hand out she touched the hem of his jumper and rubbed it between her fingers.  “Just as I thought.  Boyfriend material!”  Gemma and Anne snorted.  Harry rolled his eyes and smirked at her but stood still with his arms akimbo as she slowly circled him.

“Oooh, the Perky Bum 2.0 upgrade!  Very nice. That cost you some serious squats” she observed, giving his glutes a close look as he flexed them at her.  Harry’s family was laughing at them. 

“Good of you to notice,” he remarked drily, watching her as she circled slowly.

Walking around his side and looking him up and down she cooed “You sprang for the ‘enhanced’ rock star package.  Excellent!”

Harry leered and said “I’ll show you an enhanced package later…”

“Harry!” Anne admonished, smiling and shaking her head.

“What?” he asked innocently.

Kacey giggled again “And you even got The Cheeky Chat Module! Good, I like a little challenge.” Stopping directly in front of him, she looked up at him and said, seriously, “Best. Gift. Ever.  I’ll treasure it always.”  She tiptoed to kiss his nose.  Harry grabbed another bow and stuck it on her forehead.  They both laughed and he pulled out his phone for a selfie. 

*

Christmas dinner was delicious and everyone raved about the food.  Kacey had never made goose before but with pointers from Mrs. Crutchley and several google searches, she managed it.  There had been a wariness of the candied yams with pecans but, once tasted, they were deemed a new holiday favorite. The roasted root vegetables and brussels sprouts with bacon were successful as well.  Kacey had even made a Christmas pudding, complete with an antique sixpence cooked inside, Kacey being the lucky recipient.   After coffee, Anne, Robin and Gemma insisted on cleaning up while Harry took Kacey upstairs to snuggle and take a quick nap.

They rounded out the day playing board games and watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” in the lounge.  They all went to turn in early as their flight was scheduled for 630AM.  It had been a lovely day. The night was special as well. Harry and Kacey loved each other goodbye until it was time for him to take a shower and get ready to leave for the airport. 

At the door, he kissed her and then joined his family in the waiting car.  As the car pulled away, Harry turned back to see her smiling and waving.  He blew her a kiss which she 'caught' and put in her pocket.  He was smiling as they pulled out of sight.

[dino-trash1]

Hi, I just want to write, you don’t have to read it but if you want in on my life then go ahead and feel free to interact with me.

Okay as stated in the title you don’t have to read, it’s just a diary entry for myself, I will start with talking about my BFF and end with talking about my crush that I have had for a year now. If there are any comments, questions, or concerns please feel free to contact me with them. Remember this is for my blog only, I doubt anyone will want to reblog this anyways. 

Okay, so I am just gonna start with my BFF. She has been my BFF for the past 8 or 9 years. She will always be my BFF. However, I just noticed this past year how she tries to make everything about herself. She constantly talks over people and sorta makes fun of me, she also gives minimal effort towards things which would stress me out so much but it's okay, moving forward. So before I start to explain I just want to point out, these are just my feelings, I am in no way trying to put her down or gossip about her, I just need to write about it and get it out. Okay, so she tries to make everything about herself, let's start with that. I have noticed this last year of her living with me that no matter what I was going through or the conversation I start she turns it around and makes it about herself or compares herself to it. For example just last week I had I guess a panic attack or anxiety attack and about ten mins later I was just starting to calm down and stop crying and she texted me asking what I was doing. When I replied I was trying to calm down, she asked why and I told her. Then she turned it around to herself saying, “yeah I have really bad anxiety, so bad it put me in the hospital.” and she kept talking about her when at that time I feel like it should have been more focused on me. I really wouldn't mind talking about her issues with it if she would just talk with me about my issue first while it was happening. Also, you don’t tell someone that just had an anxiety/panic attack that one landed you in the hospital. Anyways, Idk if it’s just me but I would really like to talk about me for once without her comparing herself (at first) or changing the subject to herself. Which I kind of understand why she does, she grew up with a ton of siblings so I can understand having to “compete” (that's so not the right word but I can't think of the right one) with other siblings. So going along with having to “compete” she constantly talks over people. Like she could ask me a question and I could start to answer and she would just start talking over me for no reason. It's like she has to get her sentence out before my answer is. Now I have been accused of doing this by my dad but he just likes to think he is right. He will stop talking and then I'll talk then he will start talking in between my pauses and then I start up talking again. But that's kinda off-topic. By the “sorta makes fun of me” thing, she just says things like referring to me as “child” even when I have asked her to stop numerous times because I am not a child, I have add/ADHD which sort of makes me act like a child sometimes (quite rarely) but still she shouldn't keep calling me that after I asked her not to. About the minimal effort thing, she used to do it in middle school with her grades. Like she knew she could do more to get a better grade but as long as it's a 70 she doesn't care. She's in college now and still acts like that, Idk that just kind of drives me crazy, but I like to try my best for school, now at home, I am a little lazy don't get me wrong lol. Anyways that was my little vent about my best friend. I just want to explain again, this is not me being rude or trying to out her or anything of the sorts, its really just my feelings that I wanted to talk about. 

Now onto my crush. Okay so let's just call him Linda (it is a boy but I couldn’t think of another boy name to save my life). So about a year ago, in June I started working at a local store, this store was the only store in my tiny town so everyone knew everyone and they soon knew me. In fact, people would just stop in to see who is in the store and then not buy anything lol. Anyways I worked with a really cool lady(the mother of Linda) and a few times she mentioned her son which I finally met, he was cool, I guess we flirted but I always seen it as fun and games, mainly because I wasn’t into him. But my attitude makes me seem like I am flirtatious, a lot of men thought I was flirting even if I was literally just talking. Anyways, it wasn’t until long after I met linda, a whole fricken summer, that I noticed he liked me. And a week after that I had to quit my job due to college and I thought I would never see linda again. Well Me and My bff went to work at a seasonal gig, (which I love and will always love so much!!! i am doing it again this year!) and he worked in the same area as us!!! When he came to visit(even when I was in costume he would take advantage and “make fun of me” because I could only answer in a certain accent and in a certain manner). Unfortunately, the even ended in November last year and I hadn't seen him since. In the meantime, me and my BFF were playing a question game and during so she said she got a bad feeling from him, which I didn't. (I know I am about to sound crazy but she has no idea what she is talking about when it comes to intuition or witch stuff, etc. On the other hand, I was raised by a witch and she had two witch sisters that still practice till today and passed on my dads side, I am a woman so I got the gift of intuition, if you don't know what that means, I basically know stuff before it happens.)  So since I have dealt with my intuition my whole life and it never failed, I was kind of questioning her, because she doesn't have it, she just said she got a bad feeling from him. Which I didn’t, and I know how it feels when someone isn’t good, it's like a dark cloud rolls over my entire body, idk it weird. But, I told her that I wish she had told me that before even if I always talk about how I like him and such. And she just didn’t have a response. So since then, I hadn’t thought about him in a good way and my crush sort of dropped. Until yesterday, when lindas mom came into my new store and updated me on him. She said that he has had some medical issues the past couple of months, but he is okay. I told her to let him know that I am sorry and I hope he gets better. She said, “yeah, Ill bring him up here one day, I am sure he would love to see you again.” Idk about any of yall but that sounded a lot like, “my son kinda likes you.” But at the same time idk how anyone could like me, I don’t even completely like me. Although I may just be reading way too far into this...  

Well sorry for boring you with my life, if you did read all the way through(which I doubt anyone did) please let me know what you think. As always, I am open to any questions, comments, concerns, etc. 

[chuckbass-love]

Why Him? | Ransom Drysdale | Part 16

A/N : Haven’t updated in a good couple of days, sorry about that. I have to edit and proof read each chapter before i upload it so it’s at a standard i’m happy with. 6 MORE CHAPTERS LEFT AFTER THIS!! Also i apologise that some of these are a tad short. Some of them just didn’t need to be too long. I hope you still enjoy...

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere other than my Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3. However, reblogs are welcome.

Why Him? MASTERLIST

Ransom’s POV

I text Claudia the address of the cafe as me and the boys await her arrival.

“Is she coming?” Jason asks and i nod my head and mumble a “yup” I’m nervous, if it wasn’t obvious enough. I’m praying they all get along and have things in common. She’s meeting Lance, Eddie and Jason. The door to the cafe opens and Claudia strolls in. 

“There’s my girl” i call out and she walks over to our table. “So boys this is my girlfriend Claudia, Claudia this is Lance, Eddie and Jason” they each stand up to give her a welcoming hug.

“Nice to formally meet you, we’ve heard so much” Jason adds “The man never shuts up about you” Eddie chimes in. Great making me look very appealing. She giggles at their comments and we sit down. 

“So what made you agree to be his girl in the end?” Lance sips at his drink. “Well, who could say no, he was grinding me down little by little” i roll my eyes at her sarcasm. “I mean, i’m irresistible what can i say?” my cocky behaviour coming out to play. “Oh please, you wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to the date. Decided i should probably give you a chance” she winks and the guys go crazy. “OHHHH. You just got owned” oh she’s really gonna get it tonight for those comments.

“You’d be lost without me. Who helped you home after that first night?” i raise my brows and she nods. “True but you did also stalk me all night” my friends are really lapping this up. At least they approve, i can see it. Bonding over roasting me. Lovely. I’ll take this over them hating her any day though.

She starts making more jokes with them at my expense of course and it shouldn’t do but it’s making me want to admit that i love her.

“We should all go out this weekend if you’re down for it, or even tonight if it’s fine with you two” Eddie suggests and i look to Claudia. She has an early morning tomorrow. “I can only come for a couple hours, not too late. But i can still come out. I’ll need to change first” she explains. “We’ll head back to yours and then meet them at the bar around 7?” the guys all agree.

We stand up and say goodbye to one another before heading out. I tell Claudia to meet me at the car park as i hold back to speak to the guys quickly. 

“So?” i lift my shoulders in a ‘what do you think’ motion. 

“I don’t know how you did it man, must have done something right. You’re a lucky bastard because she seems so cool” they all agree and my shoulders don’t feel as tense. 

“I’m glad you like her” i let out a deep breath that i didn’t know i was holding. “You love her don’t you?” I look up at Jason and i don’t say a word. I just grin. “You told her?” i shake my head and he rolls his eyes. “Tell her” i bid them goodbye and we agree where to meet. I head back to the car park to meet Claudia, who’s leaning against my car. “Talking about me are we?” she giggles and i admit it “Indeed” we get into the car and i drive us back to her place.

“So, did you have fun mocking me in front of my friends?” i mumble as i grip her thigh. She chuckles. “I did actually. You gonna punish me?” she bites her lip. “You want a punishment? I see i see. Such a naughty girl” she leans over making it hard for me to concentrate on the road. I push her back to her seat. “Careful baby doll. You’ll cause me to crash” she sighs as she sits back in her seat. 

We reach her place, i get the diamond necklace from my overnight bag and follow her up the stairs. She picks out some black skinny jeans and a purple crop top with some clear strapped heels. I come up behind her “Come to punish me baby?” she smirks and i chuckle. “Oh i will, just not yet” i pull up the diamond necklace for her and she turns to face me. 

“What’s that?” i put it on her and she stares in the mirror in awe. “You shouldn’t have baby. I don’t expect gifts” i know she doesn’t expect or want gifts but it’s just nice. “I know doll, i just couldn’t resist” she wraps her arms around my neck loosely “thank you so much, i love it” it looks so nice on her. Goes perfectly with her skin tone.

We head out to meet the guys, me and Claudia opt for non-alcoholic drinks as she has work in the morning and i’m driving. We still manage to have fun though. We spend the next few hours laughing and sharing stories. Stories about me. The guys aren’t holding back but Claudia seems to be finding them very amusing. As long as she’s happy.

I suggest that we leave now as it’s half 10 and i know Claudia has work tomorrow so we say goodbye to the guys, they continue with their partying and move on to the clubs whilst i drive me and Claudia back home. 

“I really like your friends, they are funny” i smile to myself. This just makes everything more perfect. I don’t know how i’m so deserving of all of this. Her friends approve of me and mine are the same with her. My family love her and before i’ve even met hers i know her mom likes the look of me. It feels like it was destiny for us to be together, everything is just falling into place. Sounds insane i know, I’ve never been one to believe in fate or true love. I really liked my ex-girlfriend of course i did and maybe it was even love but not in the way that i feel it with Claudia, no with her it’s better and more passionate. 

I open the door for her and she walks into the kitchen to make her nightly hot drink. 

“So, i was thinking, maybe you could stay over tomorrow too. I could teach you how to cook” she really is brave, risking me burning her house down. “I really shouldn’t be trusted in the kitchen doll” i chuckle and she does too. “We’ll make fresh pasta my favourite. It’s easy don’t panic” 

Tomorrow is when i’ll do it. I’ll say it tomorrow, during dinner. I hope she says it back.