#i cant explain but they are better than just regular fries

[ecstasydemon]

#soggyfriesnation

[brelione]

Purple And Yellow (Kiara Carrera X Smart!Reader)

If you’re one of those folks that say “PaN SeXuAliTy iS bIpHoBiC” than leave,peace out and dont come back until you have a better attitude:)

Kiara had stared at you longingly everytime you stepped inside the wreck

She had memorised your order of a coffee milkshake with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles and a small order of fries

They never had rainbow sprinkles until you started coming to the restaurant

The sad expression on your face when she told you there were no rainbow sprinkles had literally hurt her soul so she made a mental note to always keep a container of rainbow sprinkles just for you

Everytime she was you you were wearing something yellow

You either had a yellow bandana,a yellow shirt,a bracelet or a yellow hairtye holding your hair in its messy drooping bun

If the color yellow was a person it would be you

As you became a regular she would make small talk with you

“I really like your shirt...im guessing yellow is your favorite color.”She giggled.You nodded,pulling at the fabric of your shirt lightly. “Yeah,its a really good vibe that i’ve got going.”You grinned.She agreed,watching as you left the restaurant.

That night she had taken tweezers to separate the yellow sprinkles from the others to surprise you when you came in for your milkshake

She had asked for your phone number once which was awkward because you didnt have a phone

You had a snapchat though so you gave that to her

You two made plans to go to the beach and she said she’d pick you up

She wasnt really expecting your house to look the way it did

It was small and originally white but was covered with random yellow,pink and blue hearts

You had come out of your house,struggling to keep your cat behind the front door

You werent wearing anything yellow that she could see which made her thought that maybe something was wrong

But her worries washed away once you got to the beach and unbuttoned your white shirt to reveal a mustard yellow bikini underneath

“You know,I feel kind of uncomfy in a bikini in public.”You sighed,looking along the beach.There were only three other people at this beach in particular.She had done that on purpose so she wouldnt run into anyone she knew.She giggled,making you raise your eyebrows. “What?”You asked. “Uncomfy.”She laughed.

You two spent the day searching for seashells and seaglass

You let out a loud gasp as you came across a small puddle of water high up and away from the water

“Uh oh.”You mumbled.Her eyebrows furrowed,trying to figure out what you were looking at.You rushed to take off your flipflops,making the small crab that had been trapped in the puddle get onto the white material.You ran down to the water,scooching it off the shoe and back into the water.Kiara had recorded the whole thing on her snapchat,giggling. “I SAVED IT!DONT WORRY!”You exclaimed,running back to her with a smile on your face.

When you got to her house after your beach trip you decided to paint some of the seashells you found

“Hey,hey you wanna know a fun fact?”You asked.She nodded,waiting for you to continue. “Seashells hatch.”You answered.She wasnt sure how true that was but she grinned,acting amazed.

She had asked you to sleepover

You obviously said yes after calling your sister to confirm

You two made vanilla milkshakes and added food coloring to make it your favorite colors

Hers was purple and she decided to add some blackberries to give it an even deeper color

“You dont seem like a purple girl.”You sipped your milkshake.She bit her lip,squinting. “What does that mean?”She asked.You shrugged. “I dont know,just doesnt seem….you seem like a red girl.”You told her. “Red?Why?”She asked.You shrugged. “Well,in literature the color red often symbolises anger,passion and adventure.And to me you seem like a very passionately adventurous person.”You explained.She nodded,blushing. “I love that.What does yellow symbolise?”She asked. “Umm….usually happiness,creativity and madness.Kind of like Alice from Alice In Wonderland.She’s quite yellow,id say.”You explained,tapping the side of your glass.

You two decided to go swimming as the sun was setting

She was wearing a purple bikini with a cool flower pattern

You two sat on pool floaties,watching the sky change color

“This sunset has both of our favorite colors...like look at those clouds.Those ones are yellow and those are purple.”She observed,pointing to the clouds. “You know,clouds arent really a color.It appears to be the color of whatever reflects against it.”You grinned,closing your eyes.

When she introduced you to her friends she regretted it because Pope literally stole you

The two of you would talk about science and you’d get into super deep and passionate talks about the history of neuroscience

When she felt like she was drifting from you she’d come up behind you and wrap her arms around your shoulders as you talked

She bought you a really cute yellow dress to wear on dates

She loved studying with you

She hated the studying part but the way you got so excited when you talked about certain topics made her listen

You taught her to take important notes on only purple paper or with a purple pen because studies show that you’re more likely to remember something if the color of it is pleasing to you

As you were talking about the importance of balanced meals she interrupted you with the “Alright,Spencer Reid.”

“Ive been thinking lately and I think you are a purple girl.”You spoke one night,your face buried in the crook of her neck. “Yeah?”She asked.You hummed. “Why is that?”She asked.You grinned. “Because purple is associated with royalty and you’re my princess.”You giggled,waiting for her reaction. 

You spent the weekends at her house all the time to make friendship bracelets and colorful food

Your personal favorite was purple macarons

When you went to see her after she had a bad day you would wear a lavender colored bra with matching underwear because you knew she loved it

“Im just saying we should take over the Kook Academy and then we can turn the auditorium into a movie theater and the cafeteria into a ball room.”You were a bit drunk.She nodded. “Yeah,yeah that is such a beautiful and well thought out plan.”She laughed.

She let you paint her nails with yellow nail polish with purple polka dots

For pride month she painted your nails the color of the Pan flag

JJ was fascinated by your existence because you were so pure and giggly and couldnt understand how you and Kiara got along so well

As he put it you were like cloud bread and Kie was sourdough

He was high when he said that of course

She had ‘adopted’ your famous yellow tshirt that you had been wearing the first tme she saw you

You got back at her by stealing a purple snake ring she had gotten off of amazon

Pope was just glad to interact with intelligent life

John.B was jealous of how happy you and Kie made eachother because he doubted he could do that for Sarah

You graduated highschool a year early and started doing online college courses so you wouldnt have to leave Kie

You learned how to play “Cant help falling in love with you” on the ukelele

Whenever she couldnt sleep and you couldnt come over she’d facetime you and youd play it for her until she fell asleep

[ajoy3fanfics]

Missing XI

“Could you fuckin’ keep it down?” Inuyasha groaned into the cushion of the couch, somehow sounding more cranky than he was actually feeling if that were even at all possible. Still, he made no apologies for his attitude. His roommate was fucking loud.

“Who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” Miroku glanced over at the hanyou, looking absolutely miserable. He laid on his belly, face smushed into the overstuffed pillows as he covered his ears. Miroku couldn’t help but roll his eyes; “Do you know how dramatic you look right now?”

“I don’t have a bed to wake up in, asshole.” He grumped. “And it’s too damn loud.” He added, as if that were any excuse. “The coffee is giving me a headache.”

“Huh?” Miroku picked up the offending pot, carefully pouring the hot liquid into his mug. Did he have a caffeine migraine? “Want some?” He offered.

“I want you to turn the damn thing off. It keeps dripping. Drip, drip, drip. Its fucking water torture!” His head was throbbing; it was different than any headache, any migraine he had ever had. It felt as if his skull was about to crack in half from the sheer pressure inside. Every noise, every breath his idiot friend made, every tick of the clock felt like someone was tapping his head with a hammer. He had tried to get up and turn the damn thing off himself, but for a minute there his vision doubled instantly making him want to vomit, and he was pretty sure that lying face down into the couch was a better option.

“I don’t even know how to answer that.” Miroku sighed as he leaned against the countertop, taking a particularly loud sip. “Ahhh-“

“Cant you do that somewhere else?” Inuyasha snapped. Miroku simply raised a brow and asked, “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? I thought you were supposed to meet Kago-“

“-Fuck!” Inuyasha sat up so quickly his head was spinning, racing past his so-called best friend as he scrambled to put on pants. “Why the hell didn’t you say something earlier?”

Miroku shrugged before taking another sip, holding the mug with both hands. “You were so busy being a dick I figured you had little time to do anything else.”

~.~

He ran. It made him sick to his stomach, but he would be damned if he was going to make Kagome wait. If she waited, she had time to think, and if she had time to think, he knew she would fucking turn around because why wouldn’t she? It was some sort of miracle that she even met with him as it was. Each jostle, each step seemed to wreak havoc on him, but he pushed through. It was a short distance to the diner, the one they often went to for brunch, back when they were a they. Kagome liked the waffles, Inuyasha liked the home fries, and they both loved Kaede. She was feisty and kind and knew how to cook a Damn good omelet. It took them no time at all to make kaedes their regular spot, even exchanging Christmas cards with the owner and chatting like good friends.

He arrived at the diner, before her thank Gods- and barely breaking a sweat; it didn’t change the fact that he felt completely exhausted. His headache was only getting worse as the day was wearing on; being outside, the glaring sun and the noise of the city was agony, but he decided that not seeing Kagome would be worse. He nodded kaedes way as he took their usual spot.

He felt full of jitters as he anxiously waited; it was nothing new, he always felt nervous before she came, worried if she would come. But of course, she always did.

His gut told him Kagome wasn’t the type to stand someone up, and in all honesty, their ‘not date-dates’ were going really well. He was being the perfect gentleman, playing the role of a friend instead of a boyfriend and although it left him aching and wanting he knew it was better to have her in his life, even as a companion, than not at all.

He could spot her immediately, his head bobbing up to catch her full figure; Kagome walked through the door and Inuyasha held his breath. It always took him off guard to see her with short hair, but he couldn’t deny that she looked cute. She had a new habit of tucking one particular lock behind her ear and he just about melted every time she did it. She didn’t dress up for him; today she had her hair half up in a bun, her large tan cardigan making her frame look even smaller. And the jeans- Gods, did she wear those just to torment him? He loved it when she looked like this; casual and sweet. It reminded him of weekend days during the fall, when they had nothing better to do than take a walk around the block, holding hands, flirting and laughing, the weather nice enough for a sweater and a hot coffee.

Comfortable. What he wouldn’t give to feel comfortable again.

She glanced around the room, quickly making eye contact and Inuyasha; he smiled and gave a curt wave as she walked past the booths, quickly sitting down opposite of him. Just like before. Just like when she was his. She smiled as she settled in, putting her purse to the side and giving him a bright smile. “Sorry, did you wait long?”

Trying to swallow down the lump in his throat he shook his head. “No, I just got in.”  She was here, and he felt a sense of ease; her scent wrapped around him, beckoned him closer. She was dangerous. “You look nice.” He added. It seemed to surprise her, as she looked down at her outfit and laughed a bit.

“I look like its laundry day- which it is. But, thanks.” Reaching for a menu Kagome kept her eyes trained on the page as she casually said, “You look good too. Your hair is already grown out!” Inuyasha raked his hands through his silver locks on impulse; “Mm, half-demon, remember? Heal faster, grow faster.”

Kagome nodded, turning her attention to the breakfast options on the menu. “I guess that’s true.”  She said nothing else, leaving the hanyou on edge. He had so little time with her, and he wanted to get as much out of it as he could.

“H-Hows Souta doing? And your mom? Is gramps still overworking himself?” He was rambling, he knew it, but he was desperate to feel the ease of their conversations. It took a few minutes to get into the groove, but they always got there. Kagome smiled, wide and beautiful.

“Mama is good. She’s keeping my fridge stocked in Udon, which is like her new full-time job. Gramps is still gramps. We keep telling him he needs to slow down, but he keeps brushing us off and saying hell slow down when he dies.”

Inuyasha laughed and his head split. Fuck, he didn’t want this to ruin his day.

“It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you two at my table.” Kaede smiled as she stopped at their booth. Kagome blushed.

“We tried to stay away but I’m pretty sure you put crack in your homefries instead of onions.” Inuyasha supplied.

“A good Cook never reveals her secrets” the old woman teased.

“What are you doing out here anyway?” Kagome wondered. “You hardly ever leave the grill.”

“You take up waitressing since we’ve been gone?” The hanyou grunted.

“Cheeky as always.” Kaede hissed. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to mess with the people who make your food?” She winked at Kagome before continuing on. “I’ll have you know i saw you two in the dining room and had to stop over. It’s been so long! You made this old woman worry.”

Kagomes hummed her agreement, the whole thing feeling awkward. Just another slap in the face that they had spent so much time apart.

“I’m happy you two kids are back together. What can I get you two for this happy occasion?”

Kagome cleared her throat before answering. “We- were not together. Just friends.”

Just hearing it made Inuyasha set his jaw. It wasn’t the first time he heard it, but It still felt like a dagger. Kaede frowned, telling the pair she still held hope for them. The two quickly placed their orders, and the cook walked away a little sadder than when she entered.

“So, How about your brother?” He asked, trying to fill toe void, asking anything to make the situation lighter. It fucking hurt to think, but he was trying like hell. “He still doing good?” She deadpanned and the hanyou had to hold back his laughter.

“Such a punk. He’s hanging around with this new kid at school and he’s getting such an attitude. Can you believe he actually skipped class last week?”

“No, actually, I cant.” He answered seriously. Souta was always such a good kid! Goofy and high spirted, sure, but not the type to talk back and skip out on school. “Want me to talk to him? Set him straight?”

Kagome frowned. “That’s not the best idea. He’s still pretty mad at you, you know?”

“Mad?” He echoed, purely on instinct; he had not thought about how their break up would effect souta. He had always treated Souta like a sibling, and he knew the kid looked up to him. No doubt he was furious. He was ducking furious at himself!

“He was really hurt.” She explained, voice dropping lower. “Mama and gramps too. You were family and-“

Inuyasha hung his head, instantly pissed off.  It was his own fault, but he couldn’t help the prick of anger he felt building.

“-I get it.” He said, tone clipped.

“But you know, they still ask about you. They were a little leery when I told them we were meeting but-“

The rest kind of faded; his head felt fuzzy, if that was an accurate way to explain his the dazed feel, causing his vision to blur. He felt pissed off and sick and fuck his head hurt!

“Can we change the topic?” He asked abruptly, rubbing his temples.

“Um, sure.” She looked around for the waitress, the situation feeling suddenly heavy. Maybe some coffee or juice would help ease the mood. “Ho-How have you been?” She asked nervously.

“Fucking fantastic.” He replied, regretting the words the second they left his lips. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he control the things that came out of his damn mouth? He watched as she furrowed her brows and frowned, looking just about as displeased as he felt.

“What's your problem, Inuyasha?” She demanded. “You ask me to come but you're acting like a jerk.” Kagome took a deep breath before continuing on. “I think I should go.” Reaching over, she grabbed her purse and began to stand. Panic flooded him, ruling out any other feeling his wretched body was currently feeling. His hand shot out, grasping her wrist desperately.

“I-'m sorry. Please, just sit.” He let go of her, dejected, defeated. There was no way she could leave him looking like a literal sad puppy.

“What’s going on? If you want this to work-“ she motioned between them with her pointer, “then you need to communicate and be honest. What’s wrong?”

He didn’t want to communicate. He didn’t want to be honest. Not about this; he was acting like such a huge brat and all because he had a little headache? He basically hit Mirokus head off this morning for no reason- even he knew that- but nevertheless, he hadn’t learned. He was still in combat mode, ready to take it out On Kagome.

Inuyasha sighed and hung his head. “I’m just sick. I have a freaking migraine and I’ve felt like crap all day.” He looked up at her and apologized. “I know I shouldn’t take it out on you- I really didn’t mean to- I-“

“Why didn’t you just reschedule?” She asked, concern lacing her tone. “You had a serious head injury. You can’t take these things lightly! You should be home- why are you pushing yourself when-“

“Because I wanted to see you damn it!” He raised his voice, making some of the diner patrons look his way, but he seemed unphased. “I wait for this all week. All. Fucking. Week. It’s the only good part of my life, Kagome. I’m so worried that if I miss a date that you’ll come to you senses and stop seeing me altogether. Like hell, I’m gonna stay home because I’ve got a headache.”

She waited, digesting his words, blushing at his honesty. She leaned across the table, covering his hands with hers. “I- I wouldn’t stop seeing you.” Her voice was low, but Inuyasha could make out every word; instantly, he looked up. Hope bubbling inside of him. Staring down at their hands, her small, dainty ones over his own large calloused ones, he dared to laced his fingers between hers, heart in his throat the whole time. And she let him. She let him.

“I look forward to seeing you too. So please… please take care of yourself. Don’t push yourself to meet me if you're sick. You need to be healthy.”

“Yeah.” He was sure he heard his voice crack, but he didn’t care. He was touching her.

She was letting him touch her.

“Let's get you home. You need to call the doctor. Have you been goong to your appointments-“

Home.

She said, let's get you home.

Hope is a dangerous thing; was it so wrong to find comfort in it? It didn’t matter, not really. As she led him out of kaedes, lecturing him the entire time about his health, he kept replaying the words in his mind.

She wants to see me too. Even like this, she wants to see me.

It’s not wrong to hope, right?

[crystalninjaphoenix]

One Short Day

A JSE Fanfic

Yay, I wrote something that isn’t connected to pain for once in my life! Or at least, the most you get are hints and maybe a moment. I was planning on working on something else, but...I don’t know, I just felt like I needed something softer, and I’m sure there are people who need that too. So behold, an attempt at mostly-fluff! I just wanted to write the boys having fun out on the town, simple enough ^-^

It was rare that there was a full day they could all be together. A day where Schneep wasn’t working, Chase wasn’t recording, Marvin didn’t have a show, and Jackie didn’t have to bolt off at the last minute to do heroic vigilantism. A day where they could just do whatever they wanted, all of them, together.

They met up at Jackie’s apartment building. Naturally, JJ arrived first, then Schneep and Chase at about the same time. Just when they were starting to get worried, Marvin showed up, sprinting up to the group and skidding to a halt beside them.

“Late again, I see?” Jackie said when Marvin finally caught his breath. “Maybe we should just tell you we’re meeting thirty minutes earlier than we actually are.”

“Gimme a break.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “My phone was out of battery so I couldn’t check the time, then I got distracted.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “With what?”

“Um...” Marvin looked away, embarrassed. “I may have started playing Plague Inc...for an hour...or more.”

“Dude. Set a timer next time or something,” Chase said. “Ask JJ if you can borrow one of his watches if you have to, I dunno, anything.”

“Enough of this, we are wasting minutes,” Schneep said, checking his own watch. “Jackie decided what to do, what is it?”

Jackie immediately brightened. “Okay, so, we all know JJ hasn’t seen much of the town.” Everyone nodded. “So I thought we could give him the grand tour! Get lunch, go to the park, and I think the fair is open tonight so we can finish with that. That good with everyone?”

“So we’re just gonna walk all over town?” Chase asked. “Only two of us can drive, and none of us have a car right now.”

“Toughen up, Chase, walking’s good for you!” Marvin teased. “Right? Schneep, you’re a doctor, tell him I’m right.”

“He’s right,” Schneep said.

“See?!”

JJ snapped his fingers for attention. I thought we were wasting time? I certainly can’t lead the way, so I’ll ask one of you to.

“Right!” Jackie started off. “C’mon guys, lunch is waiting for us!”

They ended up at a local restaurant near the center of town called Kassie’s. It was a quaint little place, and since it was a warm day they decided to sit at a table outside. The chipper waitress gave them a plate of free fries, then took their order, and headed back inside.

“Is it just me, or is it kind of hot today?” Chase asked, fanning himself with some of the napkins.

“No, it’s not just you. God, I’m dying,” Jackie agreed.

“Jackie, you are not only wearing long sleeves, you are wearing two layers of them,” Schneep pointed out with a smile.

“Oh, you’re one to talk, Mr. Sweater-all-the-time!” Jackie rolled his eyes. “What about Jays? He’s got that vest/dress shirt on.”

JJ looked aghast. You four can run around and show your arms all you like, but I’ll have you know it isn’t proper for a gentleman!

“Are you implying we aren’t gentlemen?” Marvin asked, right before tossing a fry into the air and catching it in his mouth.

JJ raised an eyebrow. Indeed.

“I don’t care, it’s hot. I’m taking this off.” With a few flailing arms, Jackie pulled his hoodie over his head and tugged it off, revealing a Marvel-themed T-shirt underneath. “Ah. That’s better.” He looked around to see the others staring at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Holy shit, Jackie!” Chase yelled. “Your arm!”

“Wh—oh fuck I forgot I was wearing short sleeves today.” Jackie looked down at his left arm. “Yeah, okay, I got scars, you can look all you want.”

“So that’s why I’ve never seen you in T-shirts,” Marvin realized. “Jackie, what the fuck happened?”

Jackie frowned, then coughed awkwardly. “Y’know...I’d rather not talk about it right now. Maybe later. Besides, Schneep already knows the story. ‘S how we met.”

“Honestly, you three are making mountains out of mole hills,” Schneep said. “Is fine now. You should see his torso, now those are scars.”

That only made the other three look more worried. Jackie sighed. “Look, guys, we’re having a fun day. We’re gonna have fun, and not gonna get all concerned, though I do appreciate it. And you—” he glared at Schneep “—need to stop saying that, ‘cause it makes it sound like I lost some epic battle instead of just having top surgery.”

Chase and Marvin relaxed in unison. “I’m still convinced you have, I dunno, fucking bullet scars or something,” Marvin muttered as Chase pulled the remains of the fries towards him.

“Oh yeah, but Schneep’s talking about the surgery. He’s done this before, and it’s no longer funny!” Jackie looked pointedly at Schneep when saying that last part, who just responded with a massive grin.

JJ was the only one who still looked concerned, but now that was paired with confusion. He looked around at the others. What is top surgery?

You could almost hear the hiss as the others all inhaled sharply in unison. They’d all forgotten for a moment that JJ didn’t know. Schneep cleared his throat. “Jackie, would you like to explain?”

“Right yeah. God, where do I start with this?” There was a slight pause in the conversation as the waitress returned with their food. The moment she was out of earshot, Jackie started up again. “Alright, so...” he leaned forward, hands clasped together, eyes wide and nervous. “You know how I call myself Jackieboy Man, right?”

JJ nodded. A moniker I never understood, but yes.

“Well, I didn’t always call myself that. Neither did anyone else. Because, well, they all thought that...I was a, uh, girl. Even I did. For the longest time I just sort of...accepted it. I only started to figure it out in high school. I got my first job, and one of the customers called me ‘that nice lady,’ and hearing it...just sort of surprised me. Like someone gave the wrong answer to a really easy test question. So...I started thinking, and eventually I realized that I wasn’t...actually a girl. That was when I renamed myself.”

JJ didn’t look any less confused. Why would they not understand that? Wouldn’t they be able to...see that you are not?

Jackie winced. “Well, no...you see, I...fuck.” Jackie put his head in his hands, took a deep breath, then looked up again. “I was born...in the wrong body. Top surgery is...it’s to get rid of the parts I didn’t want. Are you...are you getting this now?”

After a moment, JJ’s eyes widened. He nodded hesitantly.

“Okay. Good. Great.” Jackie sighed. “I don’t know if this word existed in the twenties, but nowadays we have ‘transgender’ as...a thing. When someone is something other than what their body is born as. I’m still a he. Or, just, anything but she, really. Literally call me anything but a girl. And please, don’t ask about what my name was before. Or what’s...down there. Those questions make me...really uncomfortable.”

My good man! JJ signed. Why would I do such a rude thing? And to my dear friend, nonetheless. 

Jackie’s shoulders slumped. He leaned back in his chair and exhaled in relief. He’d been dreading this conversation, but better to rip the bandaid off now. “Thanks, man. I...appreciate your understanding.”

JJ smiled. No trouble at all, Jackie! I may not fully grasp the concept, but that’s no reason to disrespect your wishes.

“If you want, I can answer questions. Just...later. And as long as you get I don’t represent everyone who’s trans.”

JJ nodded and gave a thumbs-up. There was silence for a moment, before Chase broke it by saying “Hey, guys, I made a Jenga tower out of fries.”

Schneep rolled his eyes, and immediately knocked over Chase’s tower.

“Aw you bitch!” Chase gasped. “You didn’t even play the game right!”

“Fuck your games. Actually eat the food like it’s supposed to be.”

“You’re just jealous cause you got a salad instead.”

“Maybe I am! Did you think of that?!”

“Dude, I just said I did!”

The rest of lunch was covered in the blanket of familiar banter. Jackie smiled to himself. God, he was so glad nothing changed.

About two hours later, the boys had made their way to the southern part of the city. That was where the park was. It had an official name, but everyone just called it “the park” because there was only one of them and it was shorter. The park itself was pretty big, with trees, paths, flowerbeds, and two playgrounds at either end.

Since it was the middle of the afternoon, there were quite a few families with young children hanging around, parents watching their kids climb all over the jungle gyms and pushing them on the swings. While Marvin and Jackie walked ahead, pulling JJ with them and talking his ears off, Chase and Schneep hung back a bit. Chase was staring at the families on the playground.

“Chase? Are you okay?” Schneep asked gently. 

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine. It’s not a down day.” Schneep gave him a Look. “No, really! It’s just...y’know, seeing all the kids kinda bums me out. You know?”

“Of course I do, Chase,” Schneep said. He was probably the only one of the boys who did. “If you are feeling upset, you can go home.”

“No! God, no, that’s not what I meant at all. This has been good so far. I don’t want it to end.” Chase frowned. “Now I’m just...man. I’m starting to lose it.”

“Chase.” Schneep grabbed his hand. “If you are not enjoying yourself, we can always go do something more quiet. We would hate to push you to do something you are not up to.”

Chase considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah, it’s not too bad. It helps that you guys are here, I think. But I’ll let you know...if it gets too much.”

Schneep gave him a long look, before finally judging that everything was alright. “Okay. You have to do that, or I am going to break into your home at night and yell at you for lying.”

“Okay, okay, I get the idea,” Chase laughed. He looked down at their clasped hands. “You’re not worried people are gonna think we’re a couple, then?”

“What? Oh. Is there no such thing as regular hand-holding in this country?! Besides, it should not fucking matter. Also you are not my type anyway.”

“Yeah, you’re not mine, either. You’re a guy.” Chase and Schneep both had a good laugh at that.

Marvin looked over his shoulder at the two of them. “Are you two gonna walk fast or what?”

“Or what,” Chase said with a smirk.

“Oh, you’re hilarious. A fucking comedic genius. Hey guys!” he said that last part to Jackie and JJ. “We’re gonna slow down so these two assholes can join us.”

“Marvin, how dare you,” Schneep said, mock-offended. “At least be more creative in your insulting us.”

“No.” The two mini-groups merged together to form the main group once again. “So what’re you two talking about?”

“Chase is worried that hand-holding makes a couple,” Schneep tattled.

“Bullshit,” Marvin stated. Jackie went “yeah!” in the background. JJ frowned at the use of language, but nodded. “What makes a couple is the kissing. And romantic interest in each other, which leads to the former.”

“You say, having not been on a date in at least five months,” Jackie muttered.

“Shut your stupid face, you...lovely person.” Marvin pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it, like he did when he was nervous. “We’ve all been kinda busy lately.”

“Yeah...that’s true,” Jackie sighed. “But maybe if you went out more, you could find someone you could go out with. Just once, if a commitment isn’t your thing right now.”

Marvin frowned. “Why in the wide world of wingmen would I go on a date once deliberately?”

“A night of fun?” Schneep suggested.

“With a complete stranger that I have no interest in? No. I need to have some intrigue in whoever they end up being.”

“None of you are gonna get anywhere with him,” Chase said. “He doesn’t get one-night stands.”

“Damn right I don’t! There’s no point!”

And it just seems improper, JJ signed. If you aren’t going to court someone, don’t approach them at all.

“Marvin! You have an ally!” Jackie gasped. 

“Good. Finally, someone who agrees with me.” Marvin held up his hand and, after a moment of figuring out, JJ high-fived it. “Yeah! There we go, you got it!”

Jackie checked the time on his phone. “Alright, it’s starting to get a bit late. If we want to get enough time at the fair, we’re gonna have to book it to the eastern side.”

They didn’t actually run the whole way there, despite Jackie wanting to. By the time they got to the fair the sun was starting to set. They bought tickets and headed inside, where the Ferris wheel and the roller coaster towered over the smaller rides and the carnival games. It was a weekday, but it was one of the first days the fair was open, so the fairgrounds were crowded but not packed.

Chase gasped. “Games. We can do the games first.”

You do realized they’re all rigged, right? JJ asked.

“Who cares? They’re fun! Games now.”

Soon, the others started to suspect that the reason Chase was so eager to play games was because he knew he would win every time. The dude was scarily good. A combination of sheer luck, skill, and fuck-it-let’s-take-a-chance-ness led to many more victories than the others, something Marvin and Schneep immediately called him out for.

“You are cheating, I am sure of it!” Schneep huffed, folding his arms.

“Nah, just have a knack for it. And, in this case, practice.” Chase tossed one of the wooden balls back and forth while he waited for the carnival worker to hand him his prize. “Ya gotta aim for a bit above the spot where the third jug sits on top of the other two, then throw hard. It’s a bit of an arc.”

“No, you’re a cheater,” Marvin asserted, muttering darkly.

“Aw, c’mon! Here, will this make you less salty?” Chase accepted his stuffed prize from the worker, then handed it right over to Marvin. “I got it for you! You like cats.”

Marvin glared down at the plushie. “You’re lucky it has a cute face,” he said.

“See?!” Chase smiled. He was actually having a good time. It was a good change of pace from the park.

Eventually, everyone had a prize except for JJ. They were running out of games to play, but then Jackie spotted one of those ‘find the ball under the shuffling cups.’ “Hey guys, you up for that one?”

JJ brightened. I’m actually quite skilled at those!

“Well, then, let’s go!” Jackie pulled him over, the others in tow.

The carnival worker was calling out the rules of the game. “You get one, you win one of these lovely roses, you get two in a row, you win one of these tiny fellows here, and you get three in a row, you win one of these adorable penguins! Step right up, step right up!”

“Hey!” Jackie waved to get the worker’s attention. “We want to play!”

“Well then, young sirs, the rules are simple. Keep your eye on the ball, see right here, right here, it’s under the middle cup. Now watch as I take the cup this way, then that, then this and oh look at that! It’s goin’ fast, it’s goin’ fast don’t lose it don’t lose it! Now, which one is the ball under?”

Jackie was fairly sure he knew where it was, but he turned to JJ anyway. “So, which one?” he asked.

JJ bit his lip, then reached forward to point at one of the cups...only for the worker to slap his hand away. “I’m sorry sir, please don’t touch the cups. To prevent tamperin’, see? Just tell me.”

JJ looked a bit stunned at the worker’s aggressive tone. But he signed It’s under the left one.

“Excuse me?”

“He says it’s under the left one,” Marvin jumped in.

“...ah, I see.” The worker lifted up the cup to reveal the ball. “Seems you were right. Do you want to try again?”

The boys glanced uneasily between each other. The worker’s tone had dropped from the polite-carnival talk to one that was a bit...short. She was also talking much slower than she was before, drawing out the vowel sounds. “He can hear you perfectly fine,” Chase said. “He just can’t talk.”

“Mmm...I see...” The worker pursed her lips. “Do you want to try again?”

They all nodded. The worker was silent this time as she shuffled the cups, faster than before. When she stopped, she looked at Jackie. “Which one is the ball under?”

Jackie had a vague idea where, but he wasn’t sure. “JJ, do you know?”

The left one again, JJ signed, less enthusiastically.

“The left,” Jackie translated.

The worker frowned as she revealed the ball under the left cup. “You boys aren’t cheating, are you? Those weird gestures seem like symbols.”

Marvin laughed bitterly. “Yeah, they’re symbols alright. They stand for words. Do you not know how sign language fucking works? He’s telling us the answers ‘cause he’s the best one at it. Now let’s do this one more time.”

The worker shuffled the cups impossibly fast. Once more, she asked Jackie where the ball was. This time, he had no idea, and just looked at JJ. JJ, in turn, stiffened a bit, eyes hardening. It’s under the right one, though I wouldn’t put it past her to sneak it up her sleeve.

“Right,” all the boys said in unison.

The worker reluctantly lifted up the rightmost cup to show the ball sitting underneath. “Congratulations,” she said dully. “You win one of the big prizes. What color do you want?”

Turquoise, JJ signed. “Turquoise,” Jackie translated.

They walked away from the booth in silence. After a few moments of walking, Marvin said, “I could totally put a curse on her.”

“No,” Jackie said firmly.

“Just one little spell. She can lose her voice for a week.”

JJ shook his head, then tucked his prize under his arm so he could use his hands to sign. Revenge is never the best answer. 

“It’s what she deserves!” Marvin snarled. “She was making that difficult on purpose. I saw her, she was going much slower with the customers before us. JJ, I’m so absolutely sorry on her behalf, cause god knows she’s not gonna fucking apologize.”

It’s okay, JJ insisted. Believe it or not, I’ve faced worse, especially in my day. They were much less friendly back then.

“I am sure you are not using that word in the correct meaning,” Schneep mumbled.

Marvin shoved his hand into the pocket containing his wand. “One hex. Come on. Just one. I won’t even make her ears fall off or anything.”

Everyone refused to let Marvin curse the carnival worker, and he reluctantly relented. At this point, they’d finished with the games, and all that was left were the rides. They took turns, one or two of them sitting out to watch the accumulated prizes while the others spun and flew and then stumbled off the rides. After trying most of the rides out, they took a snack break for ice cream and cotton candy.

“I think the Ferris wheel is the only one left,” Jackie said. “Unless we want to catch that sideshow thing. There’s supposed to be magicians—”

“Fake,” Marvin interrupted.

“—clowns, animals, and they advertised a knife-thrower—”

Schneep nearly choked on his ice cream. “No.”

“Okay, got it. No show then.” Jackie nodded. “But I’m not too sure about the Ferris wheel. I know at least one of us is afraid of heights.”

“Yeah, uh, me.” Chase bit his lip. “But I think I’ll be fine if I don’t look over the edge. Unless someone else doesn’t want to go on it, then I’ll stay off with them.”

“I’m good,” Jackie said. “Schneep? Marv? Either of you scared of heights?” Both of them shook their heads. “Alright. JJ?”

JJ signed, A bit, but after all these dizzy rides, I’ll take something calm like the Ferris wheel, if you please.

“Alright. Guess we’re going on the wheel, then!”

Night had truly fallen by this point. The Ferris wheel wasn’t exceptionally tall, but it still rose above everything else in the fair, providing a fantastic view of the colored lights below. Instead of having the traditional two-person seats, this wheel had booths that could fit up to eight people, so all the boys fit into one just fine. The wheel turned, and the booth turned with it. Chase squirmed, resolutely not looking over the side. Jackie and Marvin did the exact opposite, practically leaning out of the booth to look down below.

JJ tapped Schneep, signing something real quick. Schneep nodded, then yelled “Can you two stop that?! You are going to fall out of the fucking side, and you are making Jamie nervous.”

“Oh, sorry.” Jackie sat back down.

“Aww,” Marvin groaned, but pulled back into his seat. “I hope you know I do this for you, JJ.”

JJ smiled. Thank you, it’s appreciated. And I’m sure your body feels the same way, having narrowly avoided a fall to great injury.

“Nah, I would’ve been fine.”

The wheel stopped. Their booth was right at the top. “Oh, fuck,” Chase muttered, covering his eyes with his hands.

“You know, you didn’t have to come,” Jackie said quietly. “We would’ve been alright letting you stay down on the ground.”

Chase peeked between his hands. “I know. But...it’s really nice up here. Quiet. And with just you guys. As long as I ignore the distance from the ground, I’m good. You’re my friends, you know, and you make everything better.”

“Oh, Chase,” Marvin gasped. “That’s...really sweet!”

“What? Didn’t think we where friends?”

“It’s...always nice to be reminded.” Marvin smiled softly.

Well then consider this your reminder, Marvin! JJ wiggled his mustache happily. I consider you all my friends, maybe even family. You are all wonderful people and I love having you in my life!

“Nooo, stop.” It was hard to see in the dark, only lit up by the lightbulbs on the Ferris wheel, but it was possible that Marvin was actually blushing.

“You know what? I love you guys.” Jackie grinned. “Not afraid to admit it! Best friends I’ve ever had.”

Schneep cleared his throat. “Yes, I feel the same. You are all great people, and I am fortunate to have met you. I...love you as well.”

“Aaaahck!” Marvin appeared to be trying to fold into himself. “Too much love! Fatality!”

Chase chuckled. “Marvin! Accept our love!”

We love you, Marvin! JJ signed eagerly. Now you have to say it back!

Marvin made a strange sort of groaning exhale before inhaling deeply, calming down. “Yeah...I—I love you guys too. God, I love you guys so much. You should all know that.”

“There we go!” Jackie said, triumphant. “Marvin, you are, truly, the emotionally constipated one. And I thought Schneep was the worst.”

“Excuse me?!” Schneep gasped. “I assure you I am very love-sharing. I just do not use words too much because they are complicated.”

“Understandable,” Chase shrugged. “I can barely speak half the time, and I was born in English.”

I thought you were born in Ireland, JJ signed, amused.

“Oh, you know what I mean!”

The Ferris wheel started lowering, stopping and starting as it let passengers off. The boys stepped out of the booth and onto land once again.

JJ yawned. I must say that I’m rather tired after all this. I think it’s time we go home.

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel it,” Jackie agreed.

“You all are weak!” Marvin countered. “I’m good for another couple hours.”

“Watch you crash immediately upon entering your room,” Chase laughed.

“Oh, shut up.”

“I think JJ is right,” Jackie said. “It’s time to go home.”

Schneep nodded. “Yes, I could stay up longer, but I have morning shift tomorrow so I should not push my luck. I will see you all later?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Course, dude!”

“Definitely.”

Count on it!

With that, they left the fair. Eventually they split up, each heading their own separate ways until they eventually got to wherever they were staying that night. Some went to sleep immediately, some stayed up a bit later, but eventually they all went to bed.

And when they decided to do it, none of them had trouble for once.

[prettiestsupersoldier]

Last Name

Bucky x Black!Reader

AN: Coming up with names is damn hard. My single hopeless romantic side got the better of me at one point you’ll know it when you see it.

Part 2 / Part 3

When you met Bucky you were in a grocery store trying to grab the last case of water from the back of the bottom shelf. It wasn’t too hard to reach, but you were becoming increasingly tired with every day that passed. You had no idea being pregnant would make you as tired as you were. You weren’t even that far along only about 3 months and you felt like you had run 10 miles and were carrying a small baby elephant. Your baby bump wasn’t huge at this point but noticeable enough for older women and some men to look at, you smile, and then immediately look around for the man they assumed you were with. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t piss you off because it damn well did. Every time you went out and had more than two bags, no matter how light, someone would always offer help which was greatly appreciated until they opened their mouths and asked about your husband. Which was why you were so damn determined to get this case of water without help.

Bucky Barnes has always been an ass man. Sure boobs are great and soft, but he loves without question. Everything about them grabbing them, rubbing them, smacking them. He was particularly fond of looking at them. Which is how he found himself crashing face first into a shelf of energy drinks after spotting a particularly nice one bending over inside the grocery store.

“Oh my god!” You fall directly onto your butt at the incredibly loud and ground shaking crash. Looking to the side of you where a man stood rubbing his forehead.

“Are you okay?” One of the most gorgeous blue eyed men you had ever seen asks holding a hand out to you.

“Are you? You just went head first into a shelf.” 

“I was just got a little distracted that’s all I’m fine.” ‘A little distracted’ is a god damn understatement and he knows it. He was openly gawking at your ass and it was instant karma that he ran into that shelf. He doesn’t look at you for a long minute until you grab his hand.

He tried not to stare at you truly he did, but your eyes are a deep brown that held his attention and he wanted to stare into them for as long as he would be allowed to, your skin was the color of his favorite chocolate bar and his mind begged him to taste you to see if you would be so sweet.

After a long minute of him holding your hand and staring you began to pull away. Clearing your throat to grab his attention. “Well thanks for helpin’ me up. Don’t run into anymore shelves.”

He blinked back to reality when he felt your soft skin slipping away from his. The laugh he let out was too loud and too forced and he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.

He coughed twice before he decided to speak again. “I’m James, but all my friends call me Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you James, y/n.” You bent down again feeling impossibly winded as you grabbed the water and shoved it under your cart.

“Thanks again. See ya around.” He watched you push your cart out of the aisle. Something tells him to follow you, to not let you get away but he doesn’t wanna be the creepy guy in the grocery store. So he watches you walk away from him and hopes that it isn’t the last time he’ll see you. He heads off in his own direction a little sad and unsettled.

It isn’t for another week that you two run into each other again, at the same grocery store no less. Only this time you aren’t bending over for water. Instead you’re on your tippy toes trying go get a box of Cheez-it. Your baby bump is bigger now not by much but it’s big enough to create an annoying barrier between you and delicious cracker goodness.

“I think we should probably stop meetin’ like this.” A gruff voice said as an arm reached above you. “White cheddar or regular?”

“White cheddar please, James.” You stepped to the side to be out of his way.

“You remembered my name, should I take that as a good sign?” He asks as he hands the box over to you.

“You could or you could take it as a sign that you’re not very good at coverin’ scars.” You point at his forehead and he blushes.

“My friend Natasha tried to help me out, she said it looked okay.” He rubs gently at his forehead.

“She lied. Thanks again though.” As you’re about to walk away he steps in front of your cart.

“I’m gonna beat myself up again if I don’t ask you out to coffee this time.” He says as he scratches the back of his neck.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I uh, last week when I wanted to ask you out for coffee but I didn’t. I figured us meeting again was my opportunity for a second chance.” He smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mean why wouldn’t I be?”

“Um?” You stand to the side smoothing your shirt over your belly making the bump more apparent.

“Oh you’re right babies can’t have coffee. How about lunch then?” He can feel his heart in his ears. He’s trying to be as cool and collected as possible but this is very nerve wracking.

“You’re cute, James.”

“So that is a yes right?”

“Yes you can take me to lunch. Luckily I’m starving. So where are we going James?”

He didn’t mean now but he wasn’t gonna let this opportunity walk past him especially after you called him cute. 

“There’s a nice little restaurant around the corner from here? They have really good pasta.”

The walk to restaurant was filled with comfortable small talk. The conversation flowed smoothly from the walk well into the actual meal.

“So can I ask you a question?”

“You just did but,” You take one last bite of your food before you speak again “I’m assuming, and correct me if i’m wrong, you’re asking why I let you take me to lunch even though I’m pregnant?” He doesn’t answer the question only looks down and plays with the straw in his drink.

“Well I might as well answer to clear the air so it doesn’t come up on any of our future dates.”You don’t look up at him eyes staying solely on your plate watching your fork with an interest you’ve never had before.

“I was dating this guy for a few years I thought everything was going great. The day I found out I was pregnant I also found out he’d been cheatin’ on me for 6 months. I packed my bags and didn’t tell him I was pregnant because I didn’t wanna hear his excuses. Moved out of that state the next weekend and never looked back. So no baby daddy drama should you decide I’m worth your time.” When you finally looked up he was looking at you with a sad smile. You didn’t want him to be sad, you weren’t sad he shouldn’t be either.

“Okay now I have a question.”You say trying to bring some lightness back to the conversation.

“I’m an open book doll. Ask away.” He finally meets your gaze and he can’t keep the smile off his face.

“What had you so distracted that made you walk into an 9’ft tall shelf?”

He could feel his face get boiling hot and he knew he was beet red.

“So you aren’t dating?” Sam questioned for what felt like the millionth time.

“No we aren’t.” Bucky rubbed his hands over his face at having to explain it again.

“Why not? how long has it been now 3 months?” Steve asked from the other side of the room.

“It’s hard to explain. There’s something there but If we started to date now I would be around the kid a lot because he’s almost here.”

“So you don’t wanna be around the kid?”

“I didn’t say that. Let me finish before you start interruptin’.” Bucky closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall behind him.

“Sorry continue please”

“Anyway like I was sayin’ he’s almost here and I’d be around a lot and if we broke up the kid ya know. He’d get attached I’d get attached.”

“As much as you talk about this girl do you really think you’d leave her and her kid one day?”

“No I don’t think I ever could. Didn’t even wanna leave ‘er that first day in the grocery store.”

“So stop being a punk and do somethin’.”

Buck: Are you free for lunch?

Y/N: Yep.

Buck: Meet you at our restaurant in 20?

Y/N: I’ll be the one that swallowed an entire watermelon.

He couldn’t help but smile at your message. You had an unstoppable sense of humor. He had seen you doubled over in pain still making jokes about how this kid wasn’t human and instead a jackhammer. He had seen fighting back tears from stress and work still telling him inappropriate jokes. 

“You think she’ll say yes?” He asked Steve.

‘I think so.” Steve says as he grabs his bottle of water from the table.

He cant remember a time in his life when he had ever been this nervous before. It felt like there were rocks in his stomach and not enough air in his lungs. He was a mess, well he always was when you were around and he was so surprised you hadn’t noticed how crazy you made him. 

“So who’s the lucky lady?’ You ask around a mouth full of his curly fries.

“What?” Did you know? If you did that would make this so much easier.

“The only time I’ve ever seen that look on a guys face was when he had his girl in mind. So tell me all about her.” No you didn’t and maybe that was a good thing.

“She ain’t my girl yet, but i”ll tell you about her.” If this was how the universe intend for him to ask you out then so be it.

“Shes gorgeous. Her eyes are a deep brown that remind me of home warm and inviting. I’m jealous of the sun because its kissed her so much and made her skin the color of melting chocolate on a hot day.”

 “Stop messin’ around Barnes.” 

“I’m not I’m tellin’ you about the girl of dreams.” He gives a smile you can’t quiet place.

“Sounds really familiar is all I’m sayin’.“  You say as you take another of his fries.

“Good it’s supposed to.” He says like its the most obvious thing in the world.

“Is it now?” Your lunch is totally forgotten about now all of your attention focused in on the man in front of you.

“Yeah.” He says looking up at you.

“What are you saying Barnes?” 

“Not saying a thing. I’m asking.” He is nervous you can tell because hes playing with his straw again.

“Your stallin’ is what you’re doin’.” You try and sound a little annoyed but it doesn’t work when you’re grinning like the kool-aid man

“Wanna be my girl?”

“Thought you’d never ask James.”

It happens at 3 in the morning and Bucky is beyond terrified even after you take every precaution to be calm in waking him up.

“Hey.” You whisper gently by his ear but he doesn’t stir.

“Psst.” You nudge him a little and he turns over and buries his face in your neck and it would be adorable but your bottom half is soaking wet in gunk and you need him to wake up. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

You move your body as much as you can, provided the current situation, and lean as close to him as you can. You begin to pepper feather light kisses down his neck and across his face.

“Mhmm.” His eyes start to flutter not yet open but so close to consciousness.

“Wake up, I need you.” You purr next to his ears.

“Oh yeah?” He asks sleep still heavy in his voice as he snakes his arms around you as best he can still not quite awake.

“Yes I need you, Buck so bad.” You can tell he’s awake by the way he shifts his lower half and you stifle the laugh that’s threatening to escape.

“What do you need doll? My tongue again ?” He licks behind your ear.

“Your hands.” You say as a  contraction works its way through your body.

“What about my hands do you need doll?”He Has a smirk on his face and it is adorable but it needs to be gone now.

“I need them to drive me to the hospital.”

“What?!” And then his eyes are wide open and  he’s jumping out of bed. He dashes from room to room.

“Buck you’re stressing me out.” You should feel the need to rush to hurry to the hospital, but you don’t especially when your giant doof of a boyfriend is running around like a chicken with his head cut off.

“You should be stressed, doll he’s gonna be here some time today!”

“Unless he isn’t.” You reply as you put your laptop and cell phone into your backpack and putting your hair up into a puff at the top of your head.

“Don’t say that!” He shouts from the bathroom grabbing all of your bathroom toiletries.

“You know,” you begin as you struggle to get up from the bed,”I wasn’t due for another week I bet It’s because last night you dicke-”

“Don’t say that either!” His face went beet red at your words and you couldn’t help but laugh until a contraction damn near knocked you back onto the bed.

“Okay enough messing around let’s go have this baby.” He says as he helps you up on shaky hands.

“You’re shakin’ like a Polaroid picture.” You can feel his anxious energy rolling off him in waves and that isn’t the energy you need around you before a child comes screaming out of you. He smiles and takes a deep breath at your joke before opening the car door for you.

“The deep breathing is supposed to be my thing.”

8 hours. 8 sweaty, tear filled, excruciatingly painful, scary, wonderful, hours. Is how long it took for your baby boy to be born.

“He looks just like you.” Bucky whispers against your neck as he lays next to the both of you.

“Ya think so? He looks like a blob to me.” You are a wreck, but you don’t wanna go to sleep, not yet. You just wanna stare at your beautiful baby boy. With his long black eyelashes and already thick eyebrows, his deep brown eyes  the way his hair turns to beautiful springs whenever you run your fingers through the strands. He’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.

“Come on doll you need some sleep. I promise you he’ll be here when you wake up.”  

“I just wanna look at ‘im s’more.” The words aren’t even out of mouth before you feel unconsciousness take over.

As soon as your out buck moves fro your side and takes the tiny bundle from your arms and carried him over to the big cushioned chair with him.

“Hi.” its barley a whisper but when tiny brown eyes look up at him he knows it was enough. 

“I’m your…” What the hell was he. Hi tiny new born child I’m your moms boyfriend no that was dumb. He sighed and looked down at the bundle he wasn’t even a day old and Bucky swore the kid was giving him a face like he could hear him over thinking this. 

“I’m your … your buck.” That would have to do for now.

“Glad to finally meet you buddy.” He gently runs a finger over a puffy cheek and down to the light but constant thump over his heart. Hes so little in Buckys giant hands its terrifying and he wants nothing more then to make sure that this kid is the happiest kid in the world and its only been 10 minutes.

When you wake up next Bucky is sitting in the chair with the baby in his arms there is a pacifier on his pinky and his fingers are delicately stroking his tiny fist.

“Doll, can I ask you a serious question.” He wasn’t looking at you instead at the bundle of purple blankets and curly hair in his arms.

“Yeah buck sure.” Your throat is unbearably dry and you need water.

“It’s not that serious. I mean it is but if you don’t wanna I’m not gonna be mad at you I could never be mad at you.” His eyes stayed on the tiny bundle in his arms.

“You’re stalling.” You say around a mouth full of ice chips.

He takes a deep breath and then finally he looks at you and you can see that his eyes are bloodshot and watery.

“Are you cryin’?”

“Have been since you passed out.” He smiles at you as more tears stream down his face.

“Buck what’s wrong? ”You try and sit up but he fixes you with a stern look that tells you to lie back down.

“No, I have a question remember?” He laughs a little before he clears his throat and is looking at the little boy in his hands.

“I never thought i’d have a family after,” You knew good and well what after he meant and he didn’t need to go into details after that. There had been countless talks at 2 in the morning after horrible nightmares. You could already feel the tears prickling at your eyes and your heart was already so heavy. He had been so hurt for so long. “But I have always wanted a baby Barnes, you can ask Steve doll always wanted some runnin’ around the place for as long as I can remember and if you’d be okay with it I was wonderin’ if you’d let ‘im have my last name?”

“Buck.” Its barely a whisper and the tears coming from you are giant and messy. You had wanted to ask if it would be okay if you had given your son his last name but it seemed rather personal for how long you had been together.

“And if that’s too much for you that’s fine but I wouldn’t offer it if I wasn’t in this for the long run. I’d be the luckiest man alive if I even got to spend time with this kid.”

He wipes the few tears that have gathered on his cheek away before he’s looking at you again.

“Here ya go doll I bet he’s really hungry.”He stands next your bed cradling the baby ever so lightly.

You are full blown sobbing now and you would love to blame it on the emotions of being pregnant and the days events. But it’s not that. You don’t trust your voice not to give way so all you can do is nod your head and whisper through the sobs that wreck you a barely coherent yes.

“Doll, c’mere please.” Bucky called up the stairs to you as he grabbed his son’s favorite sippy cup.

“Gimmie a second Buck!”

“Daddy milk.” Dominic demanded as Bucky handed him the sippy cup.

“I’ll get you milk in a minute buddy. Don’t you want mommy to see our cool shirts?”

“Milk.” He stomped his tiny foot at him and threw the cup down.

With a deep sigh Bucky resigned and picked the tiny child up. “Okay but we gotta be fast so we can see mommy got it?” He jogged his way to the kitchen.

“Got it.” He nodded his head enthusiastically making his curly hair bounce all over. Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.

“Powder daddy?” He asked as Bucky placed him on the kitchen counter and went to get the milk and chocolate powder. Bucky grabbed another sippy cup and a glass for himself because he liked chocolate milk too dammit.

“Yeah yeah chocolate milk I know.”

When you finally made it downstairs you couldn’t see either of the boys. You were nervous anybody would be if their significant other called their name and then vanished. When you found them in the kitchen you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from deep inside at what you were staring at. Your son stood on top of the counter, Bucky directly in front of him so he wouldn’t fall as he let out a sea of uncontrollable giggles.

“Mommy.” Dominic says as he sees you standing in the doorway of the kitchen slowly making your way towards them.

“I know we gotta get your face all cleaned first.” Dominic was having none of that though.

“No. Mommy.” He says grabbing his face with both of his chubby hands trying to turn it around so he could see you too.

“Son, please let me wipe your face.” Bucky said as he tried to wipe off the mess that was his son’s chocolate milky face. He had decided that his “little” cup wasn’t good enough and instead his dad’s full glass was perfect and spilled it all over his face.

“No.” He struggled to move past Bucky and over to you.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Watching as the little boy tried his hardest to leap over Buckys shoulder to get to you.

“Nothing! Don’t look yet turn around.”

“Dom why didn’t ya warn me?” Bucky asks as he is finally able to get the milk off his face and neck.

“Mommy?” He asks as he tilts his head to look at Bucky.

When Bucky finally gave you the okay to turn around he was standing behind Dominic holding his tiny fist in either hand as Dom stood on wobbly legs. They both wore matching tan shorts and black t-shirts. Your eyes immediately go to scan Bucky’s and you can’t help but laugh at the white print Tall Drink Of Water. Drink of water your ass he was like the thickest Dairy Queen blizzard ever. Your eyes then fall down to your baby boy and his chubby belly reads Short Sippy Cup Of Juice. You can feel the tears already starting to fall and you hope that Bucky thinks its because your laughing to hard. But the second your brown eyes go back to Bucky’s blue ones you know he knows.

After you had up and left your ex you had thought you’d be alone, planned for it even. Planned to not let anybody in, in order to protect your child and your already fragile heart from more destruction. So  never in a million years did you ever think that you and your child would have anybody in either of your lives let alone anybody as amazing as Bucky. But here he was standing right in front of of you.

“Do you like ‘em doll?”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you took them both in again.

“I love them.” You did love your boys with all your heart.

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I'm curious, what are you most attracted to in your partners? Is it similar traits in all of them or different ones like their sense of humour etc.? Sorry if this is a weird question but you've said before you like when people ask about them so I thought I would.

i was so excited to get this and then forgot to answer it :/ im an idiot

also gonna put this under a cut cause this is gonna be hella long cause im a fucking romantic dork

god though i could wax poetic. they’re all so lovely. like they have traits in common but also are unique. they all have brown eyes but theyre unique. like my husband has these eyes that remind me of warm chocolate. like a chocolate fountain kind of warm chocolate. dark and smooth but reflect the light. my wife’s have tinges of gold in the irises like flecks of gold leaf. and theres a dark ring around the pupil and one around the edge of the iris. theyre fucking magical

my boyfriend’s eyes are almost black and very deep. darker than the night sky and full of warmth and mischief. but its like theyre never ending, like he can see the innermost parts of whoever he’s looking at, like your soul is written on your forehead

lmao i love eyes can you tell

they all have these goddamned sinful eyelashes and my boyfriend’s are the longest. theyre as dark as his eyes and when he’s embarrassed, he gets all shy and they brush against his cheekbones like how dare you sir. how dare you be beautiful even when youre embarrassed. i look like a fucking tomato. rude

my husband’s look gold at the tips with the way the light catches them. like yknow how fake eyelashes have purple or red at the tips? like that except gold. like what??? the fuck??? rude

they all have very soft hair though my boyfriend’s is the longest. i cant wait to get with him irl again cause i wanna braid it. he’s got a bony face and it frames it so well. it’s so dark brown its almost black and it’s fun to see him try to sweep it out of his face cause he refuses to tie it up

my husband has these wild curls. we were looking up how to take care of them and that’s how we found out hes ethnically jewish. (which makes sense considering he’s german) they get so thick and heavy and they’re so soft and lovely to nap in. which i do on a semi regular basis. its so soft and lovely and i love when he grows it out. he just doesn’t look right with shorter hair. and he has this beard that grows funny, makes him look like jedidiah if yknow what i mean. he has such a baby face without it and he loves beard scritches it’s so cute how happy he gets

bluh im bouncing all over the place i just??? love them?????? so??????????? much???????????????? there’s so much to talk about!!!

so i guess i’ll just try and make a list of the things i love about them

husband:

cheerful, bubbly, very sunny personality. the human incarnation of a very excited dog (which can be A Lot sometimes)

extremely kind. would give you the shirt off his back. often laments that he stopped carrying cash years ago every time he sees somebody who could use some despite the fact that we’re always broke

a proper southern gentleman??? like im fat so im used to people not holding doors open for me fucking ever and being really goddamned rude in general. he ALWAYS holds doors open for me, opens the car door for me both to get in and out of the car, and gets pouty if i try and carry my own bag. it’s so sweet??? ive literally never had that before and even after three and a half years, it’s still so charming

he will do literally anything the fuck i ask. he’ll say no and im like oh ok and he’ll tease like “finally! i said no! and got away with it!” just to make me giggle and then does it anyway

on this note, he also always cooks as much as absolutely possible. even though his spine gives him problems, he does his best to keep me off my leg

he’s always so concerned about my well being. like if there’s not a disability cart at the front of a store, he makes me sit down while he goes and chases one down. if im stiffer than usual due to a cold front, he’ll remind me to take pain meds every four hours

he’s trying to learn japanese because he knows i dont have anybody to practice with here in the states. just for me and not any other reason

adores animals. even if he finds a dog annoying, he’ll still fawn over it and give it as many pets as it wants and won't ever snap at it even if anybody else would. he’s got these large hands and he’s kind of clumsy but this goes away around animals. he’s just so careful and gentle like i never ever worry

drags me out of my introverted cave because he knows social interaction is also good

has introduced me to some of my favorite books and video games because he’s verious conscious about what somebody likes and works to be like “hey, i think youd like this” and is almost always correct??? amazing

has 0 sense of style but doesnt mind somebody who knows better keeping him from absolute disaster

dude is a damned good cook. ive gained like at least a solid 25 pounds since he moved in and started cooking regularly

SPEAKING OF COOKING, we met on the tail end of my anorexia when i was doing my best to recover and still slipping up. he never made me feel bad about it but always encouraged me to eat. he eats SO much (think shaggy rogers) that i always felt comfortable eating in front of him. he always reminds me to eat and asks if ive eaten that day. honestly, i wouldnt be at this level of recovery if it hadnt been for him

is amazing at caling me down holy fuck

wife:

met her first, of the three of them, ironically so ive known her the longest but been with her the shortest. we dated a few months in hs but there was a chick she wanted to date like right there (and i was in japan) so i was like oh go for it. well, they broke up and we got back together and it’s been lovely ever since

she has this snorting laugh that’s adorable to listen to and it makes me feel more comfortable laughing (because i think i sound like a damn goose)

SHE HAS SO MANY GODDAMNED FRECKLES ON HER CUTE LITTLE FACE THEY’RE ADORABLE AND AMAZING AND VERY FUN TO KISS BECAUSE SHE SQUIRMS

she has a goddamned button nose for chrissakes

and these really wide hips too like i felt bad about my hips years ago cause theyre p wide but shes adorable and has wide hips too. she kinda made me love them (even though hers are better)

she’s genderfluid so i get to be gay all across the gender spectrum (im agender) and she’s so beautiful and handsome and v amazing

we were both homestuck fans at the height of it (like we still are) but her cosplays are just really well done??? shes so talented

OH MY GOD SHE MAKES THIE CHICKEN SOUP WITH HOMEMADE NOODLES I WOULD SLAP AN OLD LADY FOR

i dont know about the rest of her cooking (sadly) due to limited time around each other but i cant fucking wait tbh. her cookies kill me tho i love them

an amazing fashion sense. im a dumpster compared to her

an amazing writer and artist and i die every time she sends me something like my soul fucking ascends

she loved me BEFORE meds which i think is amazing. like what a lovely human being yknow? im a dick without meds and she loved me anyway and i love that about her

she speaks german and she makes it sound beautiful and i cry

her singing voice is so angelic and it kills me when she sings because everybody should hear this lovely person sing

she is hyper empathetic and it makes her so lovely and kind and wonderful. she completely understands how i feel about things and why even when no one else does and is very good at de-escalating me when im upset

we’ve just known each other for something like 7 years now? like i dated her post my abusive ex and she lit up my whole world with happiness at being treated well. then her ex was abusive and just... we get each other? in a way where her husband and my other two partners dont. its a pain the others dont understand so we go to each other during these times of pain in a way we cant with other people. it’s a very special connection

she’s a goddamned goof and i love it

my boyfriend:

motherfucker is so skinny which is the opposite of me and for some reason it works?? idk like it worries me but it’s also unique. love it

we dated almost my whole senior year of hs but he broke up with me because he thought he didnt have the same depth of emotion as i did for him and didnt want to “hold me back” from somebody better. like??? can you imagine?????? how fucking kind

recently started dating again like it took him fourish years for him to realize SHIT I MADE A MISTAKE so he’s a little slow but he’s so very thoughtful

he’s a goof in a different way than the other two. dad jokes. never ending fucking dad jokes. and goddamned puns. he never stops. dont tell him i love them because then he’ll never let me tease him again (i pretend like its The Worst)

so. fucking. dramatic. always flips his hair in the sassiest way possible. its super gay (he’s bi)

he doesnt do a whole lot of romance or saying WHY he feels certain ways. he feels like it cheapens the emotion. but, on the rare occassion he doesnt let this bother him, his poetry he sends me about how he feels makes me fucking cry. it’s so beautiful. i love it

he works watering at a plant nursery and complains about how the bees always use him as a landing strip. it’s adorable

he’s so resourceful?? this is best seen when playing minecraft cause he makes some damn cool structures in some really nice places. i love playing it with him just to see what he builds and how (especially since im a boring, lets make this house a square kinda ho)

he’s so camera shy??? no selfies no skype at all. he’s so bashful and it’s super cute i love it

got me into DnD like yes thank you for this enjoyable nerdery

the sole reason i passed math in hs. like not only is he smart but hes also really good at explaining things to people? definitely a talent for teaching people things

he was my best friend for the longest time like all three of them are my best friend but he was the only one who was my best friend FIRST and then romance blossomed

like im demiromantic so i need a strong connection to fall in love like it was a solid few months of dating my husband before i began to love him. i knew my wife for awhile and got close so same general story. but my boyfriend and i were more friends to lovers and i love that about him

his dad is half italian so he talks with his hands and it’s so overdramatic that he hits people with them on a semi regular basis just gesturing. he once accidentally knocked my glasses all the way across a room cause i had walked behind him and he made a sweeping gesture. hilarious

one time, i had food poisoning and the pain was so bad, i had to crawl under his kitchen table until my mother came to take me to the base clinic. he sat with my head in his lap and brushed my hair out of my face and cooed gently at me to try and soothe me. it was so sweet and ive never forgotten about it

motherfucker, with the help of my sister, dragged me into homestuck

he’s so damn shy about affection that holdling his hand in public makes him blush. it’s even worse if i steal a kiss. fucking adorable

things all three have in common that i love:

good in bed. it sounds silly but this is important to me because while i dont necessarily need sex to form a close relationship to fall in love, it definitely helps

idk how this happened, i really dont, but somehow everything i like lines up nicely with everything they like??? and if im not into something, they can find it with each other and vise versa. lmao wtf how did this happen to line up idk

kind, generous, sweet, and helpful although all three show these qualities in different ways despite having them in common

love me??? like honestly it sounds so silly that id love that they love me but im such a flawed, terrible human being that it leaves me in deep awe that not only does one person love me but three??? how??? amazing people to find something in me to love and to keep on loving despite all my problems. beautiful

creative, smart, and inventive each in their own right. they fucking astound me and take my breath away

beautiful cuddlers (not being sarcastic, promise)

husband is a goddamned heater but boyfriend is a living block of ice. then wife is one of those who’s in between but she steals your heat and then hours later gives it back which is the worse option of the three. like it starts out all nice but then you end up surprised hours later because youre fucking dying of heatstroke

so we have two heatstroke, drowning in sweat options and then losing your limbs. it makes trying to set the thermostat a fucking nightmare

they all love to read and honestly? i couldnt be with anyone who doesnt like a good book

can hold lively, in depth discussions about things

hubby tends to lean more towards “would it be immoral to fuck a succubus” type morality questions and superhero dissection type things

wife is all over the place and can carry on a conversation about goddamned teapots if she so chose. no idea how she does it

boyfriend likes to entertain more morbid thoughts and psychology but also likes to analyze things. like homestuck. we still fucking dissect homestuck

very intelligent. blows my dumb ass out of the water. beautiful

like gaming various amounts and various kinds of games. hubs likes any and all. boyfriend likes dnd, monster hunter, minecraft etc kinds of things, not really one for cards or board games. wife prefers to craft but will occasionally engage in board games or cards, less so in video games but tends to stick to pokemon. it’s nice

they’re all very physically beautiful though in different ways. hubby is barrel chested and german with very strong arms and big hands, a bright and sunny smile. wife is small and round with tiny, artist hands and a sweet, pixie face. boyfriend is thin, long, and gaunt with pale skin and dark hair (kind of like damien from dream daddy tbh)

i could go on but ive been making this post for like well over two hours now and i figured maybe i should stop. it’s long as hell and idk if anybody else would have read this whole thing but basically i fucking adore my partners??? so much??? and there are so many things about them to love???

i just love them so much and could go on and on for hours about why i love each of them and how lovely they are and how they make me feel

ksdjrfgh im so sorry this is so long theres just so much to talk about //sweats

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  I watched episodes 1 & 2 of the new season of Stranger Things on Netflix this weekend, its been a long time coming. I’ve been waiting patiently for this season since the last one ended. The show grew on me in a big way, i did not like it initially. Something about it is mysterious and innocent and this season looks to have more of a suspenseful and scary vibe. I’ve only watched two episodes thus far so this is an incomplete project but I felt I needed to write about it because i haven’t blogged a long one in a few days. What follows are my hot takes, conspiracy theories, and honorable mentions of “Stranger Things” Season 2.

Ah, the ’80’s, things were slower back then i’m sure, i wouldn’t know though because i was -10 in 1980. The fact that in one of the opening scenes the boys are scrambling for quarters to go play arcade games just tells me that those were the good days. Reminds me of the movie/documentary, “The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters”, if you haven’t seen that i suggest that you stop reading this blog and go watch that documentary, you will not be let down, you will also have your masculinity tested by a man named Billy Mitchell. Also that is probably the only time i’ll suggest that you stop reading the blog so you know its worth it. Anyways, quarters are king and Mike robs Nancy of her piggy bank which i think is just great, but also i feel like Nancy is a bit too old for a piggy bank.

So the boys (Will, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin) rally at the local arcade room, Those for sure were only around for laundering money i imagine, and get to playing. At some point Will hears something and wanders off and somehow he is pulled into the upside-down place, his home pretty much the whole 1st season, and sees a dark sky with red lightning and a shadow demon thing with tornadoes for arms and then snaps out of it. First off i would like to say that i do not completely understand what the show writers are going for with the existence of the “Upside-down” place. I guess the easiest way to explain it is an alternate dimension that’s evil and terrible, but i just don’t know how it all works. I will admit that i think that if i were to somehow be instantly teleported to a place like that, i would for sure only be able to cry and close my eyes until i inevitably died because that place, and that monster thing seem completely terrifying. With all of that being said i think that calling it “The Upside-Down Place” is a rookie move and who ever came up with it needs to go to prison. It’s like calling it “Creepy Avenue” or “Elm Street”, how about a better name for the place that your main characters fear and where pure evil resides. As a matter of fact i will no longer refer to it as the “Upside-down” place and from here on out it will be called the “Thunderdome” or “Satans Basement” or “Oklahoma” ANYTHING but “Upside-down” place.  So, Will snaps out of it somehow and his excuse to his friend for being outside is that he needed some air, I found that funny because this show is set in the 80’s and no chance kids were as messed up and snowflakey as they are now. “Needing some air” in the 80’s was just something you said when you wanted your 3rd cigarette from your 2nd pack of the day, i assume. Be more dramatic Will.

The cameos in these first two episodes were very interesting and i didn’t hate them, i’d actually be excited if they all stayed on as regulars. First we have Brett Gelman playing Murray Bauman, aparrently some kind of private investigator with suspicion of Russian assistance in the events that transpired last season. Gelman is killing it lately with the cameos and honestly is just a really funny guy, i will never forget him in The Other Guys as the Arnold Palmer obsessed wanna-be swinger who begs Will Ferrels character to bang his wife.

Next and my favorite so far is the incomparable Mikey Walsh, the lovable Samwise Gamgee, Rudy HIMSELF, Sean Astin playing Bob “The Brain” Newby. Sean Astin is top 10 in my favorite actors, all around good dude, and just as lovable as they get. His character in Stranger Things is Joyce Byers’ new love interest it seems, and he does a fantastic job. The dynamic between him and Joyce is weird but i am fully invested after 2 episodes. Sean Astin nerding out about video cameras and radio shack is grade-a television folks.

Other than that there is a new pair of sibling characters in the show, Billy and Maxine AKA MadMax, that i just don’t know about yet. Billy is an absolute psychopath that resembles a younger Zac Efron who is fond of younger Zac Efrons who drives like a bat outta hell. This Billy dude is like a cross between Kurt Cobain on a bender and Jack Nicholson from The Shining. Pure crazy, but an entertaining character. His sister, i’m assuming, Maxine (or Max as she so rudely corrected the zany teacher at the school) is a very boyish little girl who is apparently good at arcade games and skateboarding, possessing some of the same crazy traits as her aforementioned brother. Some subtle yet understandable misogyny is featured in a scene where the boys are spying on her and say something along the lines of “girls cant play video games”. There is a new psychiatrist guy that talks to Will too but he is very boring and on the bad guys side so i don’t particularly care for him. Out of the new characters i mentioned above i would rank them accordingly: 1. Bob 2. Murray 3. Billy 4. Maxine 956. Doctor Boring D.O.

As for our returning characters a lot has changed in good ole Hawkins and its nearing the one year anniversary of the finale of last season some time around Halloween, obviously. The iconic Reagan Bush ’84 Campaign signs make an appearance in these episodes a couple of times in peoples yards and i love it, shout out Rowdy Gentleman.  The boys are still up to their nerdy shenanigans riding around on bikes and talking on their giant walkie-talkies. An exciting part is that they dress up as Ghostbusters for Halloween and being the season is set in 1984 i give 1,000 kudos to the kids for being such trailblazing fans of the film, and 2,000 kudos to their parents for making the costumes from scratch. There is a pretty comical argument between Mike and Lucas on who gets to be Venkman, Bill Murrays character, with an awkward reference to the only black Ghostbuster, Winston Zeddemore played by Ernie Hudson, being lame because he was late to the team.

  Mike is emotionally invested in 2 boxes of toys for some reason and misses the hell out of his superhuman girlfriend, 11, just being an emo little baby pretty much the whole time. Will and Mike make some weird pact while trick-or-treating where Mike says “If you’re weird, I’m Weird” kind of like Ryan Gossling does in the Notebook (If you’re a bird, I’m a bird). Lucas and Dustin fight over who is gonna date Maxine.

Our guy Will, who spent the majority of last season in the Thunderdome, has turned into a monster in the eyes of the kids at school. He gets bullied a bit, being called “Zombie Boy” and getting notes put in his locker saying the same thing, thank god Twitter or Facebook didn’t exist back then or this dude would of 13 Reasons Why’d his way through the rest of this season, probably. He takes it with stride though, animating his new nickname pretty artistically, wouldn’t be surprised if he creates a comic book about his Zombie alter ego and becomes a millionaire.

Steve and Nancy are still an item, probably my second favorite couple behind Johnathan and crippling loneliness. Nancy has become annoying because out of the clouds she starts actually caring that her friend Barb is dead, probably because she feels guilty, i mean you’d have to be an idiot to not blame Nancy for the demise of our homely heroine, Barb. There is a scene where Nancy and Steve go have dinner with Barbs parents and enjoy some KFC #fingerlickingood. Barbs parents are delusional at this point, in denial that Barb is dead. They are not in good health, mainly because of the fried chicken, and have plans to sell their home to fund a wild goose chase led by the wacky ex-journalist, P.I. Bauman. That should be successful. R.I.P Barb. Some how Steve has become more likable. Probably because of his hair which has some how become bigger, the higher the hair the closer to heaven, i see you Steve. Nancy and Steve go to a Halloween party together where she gets tipsy on some jungle juice, or as the raging toga bro, who is later seen yakking his brains out, calls it, “Pure Fuel”. Nancy, in typical white girl wasted fashion, says “bullshit” 9 million times after getting a cup of hunch punch spilled on her and brings up the past (Her and Steve basically murdering Barb, gone but never forgotten). Surprisingly Steve peaces out instead of taking advantage of Nancy like he did last season. Johnathan, in typical lonely guy fashion, swoops in like a sad pigeon and saves the day by taking her home and tucking her in. I feel it is necessary to say that i think Johnathan looks like an anorexic Bill Hader from SNL and i hope other people see that too.

  My favorite character, 11, or Elle as Chief Hopper adorably calls her, has taken up residence in a cabin out in the sticks. Chief Hopper is my 2nd favorite character in the show and he has become some type of father figure to 11 letting her stay in his cabin and is keeping her safe from the Russians or whoever is trying to get her. 11 is still a super hero and controls stuff with her mind. She has grown her hair out lookin like a jerry curl gettin real high up there, watch out Steve. Hopper is still whippin around in that dope ass Trailblazer and totin that 6-shooter like a rootin tootin cowboy, they should call him Sheriff instead of Chief. The interaction between Sheriff Hopper and 11 is perfect and comical. 11 is still very robot-like and says “five one five” instead of 5:15 at one point alluding that she hasn’t become much more normal than the first season. There are a few flashbacks to season one including one where 11 is breaking through some gooey womb-like substance out of Thunderdome and it reminds me of Jim Carrey being born from a rhino in Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls. In another scene 11 kills and begins to cook a squirrel to eat and then beams it at some hunter dudes face in the woods because i guess that’s what Russian cyborgs do. Sheriff Hopper misses hanging out with Elle for Halloween and that broke my heart, do better man.

As usual the soundtrack for the show is the absolute best, the beginning credit song that sounds like Daft Punk time traveled back to the 80’s is up there with Game of Thrones intro song. So far the show is fantastic and there are a lot more witty references and noteworthy things to say but i have just realized that i have written 2,000+ words and most of this was just mindless stammering on and so with that i give my superlatives and predictions thus-far:

Most likely to die alone: Jonathan Byers

Worst Father of the Year: Sheriff Hopper

Most likely to Smash for sure: Hopper and Joyce

Most Improved: Barb

Best Hair: Steve

Probably Gonna Finish Last: Bob “The Brain” Newby

Most Athletic: The Bike Boys

Life of the Party: Yoga bro

Most Likely to Become President: Reagan Bush ’84

Biggest Twist: Barb is alive!

Token Black Guy: Lucas

Least Likely to do Anything, Ever: The dumb psychiatrist guy

Most likely to end up in jail or an insane asylum probably: Billy

Most Likely To Confuse The Millennium Falcon with the Starship Enterprise: My Fiance while watching the show with me.

      Stranger Things: Season 2 Return of Barb, Maybe. I watched episodes 1 & 2 of the new season of Stranger Things on Netflix this weekend, its been a long time coming.